Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces. By Henry Lawes ... The First Booke |
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Staying in London after the Act for Banishment, and going to meet a Friend who fail'd
the hour appoynted.
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Staying in London after the Act for Banishment, and going to meet a Friend who fail'd the hour appoynted.
Two hundred minutes are run down,
since I and all my Grief sate here;
(Whom yet you will nor save nor drown)
In a long Gasp 'twixt Hope and Fear:
Thus Lucian's tortur'd Fool did cry,
He could not live, and durst not dye.
since I and all my Grief sate here;
(Whom yet you will nor save nor drown)
In a long Gasp 'twixt Hope and Fear:
Thus Lucian's tortur'd Fool did cry,
He could not live, and durst not dye.
How full of Mischief is this Coast!
Villains and Fooles peep every way;
If once these Seekers find, I'm lost;
I dare not go, I dare not stay:
Here I am Rooted 'till the Sky
Be hung as full of Clouds as I.
Villains and Fooles peep every way;
If once these Seekers find, I'm lost;
I dare not go, I dare not stay:
Here I am Rooted 'till the Sky
Be hung as full of Clouds as I.
All Islanders are prisoners Born,
We, Slaves to Slaves, in Five-mile Chaines;
I Theirs, and Yours, but most forlorn
Where Purgatory Hell out-pain's:
I'm in a new third Dungeon here,
Shackles on Shackles who can wear?
We, Slaves to Slaves, in Five-mile Chaines;
I Theirs, and Yours, but most forlorn
Where Purgatory Hell out-pain's:
I'm in a new third Dungeon here,
Shackles on Shackles who can wear?
Sad and unseen I view the Rowt
Which through this Street do ebb and flow;
Some few have Business, most without;
Their Pace this trundling Rithm does go:
O tear me hence, for I am grow'n
As empty-base as all this Town!
Which through this Street do ebb and flow;
Some few have Business, most without;
Their Pace this trundling Rithm does go:
O tear me hence, for I am grow'n
As empty-base as all this Town!
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