Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
From ‘The Two Noble Kinsmen’John Fletcher (1579–1625) (?)
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Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes!
We convènt naught else but woes.