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Dauids Peccaui.
In eaues, sole Sparrowe sits not more alone,
Nor mourning Pellican in Desert wilde:
Then silly I, that solitarie mone,
From highest hopes to hardest hap exilde:
Sometime (ô blisfull time) was vertues meede,
Ayme to my thoughts, guide to my word and deede.
Nor mourning Pellican in Desert wilde:
Then silly I, that solitarie mone,
From highest hopes to hardest hap exilde:
Sometime (ô blisfull time) was vertues meede,
Ayme to my thoughts, guide to my word and deede.
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But feares are now my Pheares, griefe my delight,
My teares my drink, my famisht thoughts my bread;
Day full of dumps, Nurse of vnrest the night,
my garments gyues, a bloody field my bed,
My sleepe is rather death, then deaths allie,
Yet kill'd with murd'ring pangues, I cannot die.
My teares my drink, my famisht thoughts my bread;
Day full of dumps, Nurse of vnrest the night,
my garments gyues, a bloody field my bed,
My sleepe is rather death, then deaths allie,
Yet kill'd with murd'ring pangues, I cannot die.
This is the chaunce of my ill changed choyse,
Ruth for my rest, for comforts cares I finde;
To pleasant tunes succeedes a plaining voyce,
The dolefull ecchoe of my wayling minde:
VVhich taught to know the worth of vertues ioyes,
Doth hate it selfe for louing fancies toyes.
Ruth for my rest, for comforts cares I finde;
To pleasant tunes succeedes a plaining voyce,
The dolefull ecchoe of my wayling minde:
VVhich taught to know the worth of vertues ioyes,
Doth hate it selfe for louing fancies toyes.
If wiles of wit had ouer-wrought my will,
Or subtle traines misled my steppes awrie,
My foile had found excuse in want of skill,
Ill deede I might, though not ill doome denie:
But wit and will must now confesse with shame,
Both deede and doome, to haue deserued blame.
Or subtle traines misled my steppes awrie,
My foile had found excuse in want of skill,
Ill deede I might, though not ill doome denie:
But wit and will must now confesse with shame,
Both deede and doome, to haue deserued blame.
I Fansie deem'd fit guide to leade my way,
And as I deem'd, I did pursue her track;
VVit lost his ayme, and will was Fancies pray,
The Rebels wan, the Rulers went to wrack:
But now sith fansie did with folly end,
VVit bought with losse, will taught by wit, will mend.
And as I deem'd, I did pursue her track;
VVit lost his ayme, and will was Fancies pray,
The Rebels wan, the Rulers went to wrack:
But now sith fansie did with folly end,
VVit bought with losse, will taught by wit, will mend.
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