The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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VII.
Among the groves, the woods and thickes,
The bushes, brambles, and the briers,
The shrubbes, the stubbes, the thornes, and prickes,
The ditches, plashes, lakes and miers.
The bushes, brambles, and the briers,
The shrubbes, the stubbes, the thornes, and prickes,
The ditches, plashes, lakes and miers.
Where fish nor fowle, nor bird nor beast,
Nor living thing may take delight,
Nor reason's rage may looke for rest,
Till heart be dead of hatefull spight:
Nor living thing may take delight,
Nor reason's rage may looke for rest,
Till heart be dead of hatefull spight:
Within the caue of care unknowne,
Where hope of comfort all decayes,
Let me with sorrow sit alone
In dolefull thoughts to end my dayes.
Where hope of comfort all decayes,
Let me with sorrow sit alone
In dolefull thoughts to end my dayes.
And when I heare the stormes arise,
That troubled ghosts doe leave the grave;
With hellish sounds of horror's cries,
Let me goe look out of my cave.
That troubled ghosts doe leave the grave;
With hellish sounds of horror's cries,
Let me goe look out of my cave.
And when I feel what paines they bide,
That doe the greatest torments prove,
Then let not me the sorrow hide,
That I have suffer'd by my love.
That doe the greatest torments prove,
Then let not me the sorrow hide,
That I have suffer'd by my love.
Where losses, crosses, care and griefe,
With ruthfull, spitefull, hatefull hate,
Without all hope of hap's reliefe,
Doe tugge and teare the heart to naught;
With ruthfull, spitefull, hatefull hate,
Without all hope of hap's reliefe,
Doe tugge and teare the heart to naught;
But sigh, and say, and sing, and sweare,
It is too much for one to beare.
It is too much for one to beare.
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