Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
To EarthXCI. John Hagthorpe
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Of delight and true contending;
All the pleasures thou dost yeeld
Give but cause of sad lamenting.
Where desires
Are the fires,
Still our soules tormenting.
Are the highway to misfortune;
Greatnesse is a lethargie
That to death can soon transport one.
To be faire
Causeth care,
Gifts chaste thoughts importune.
Sorrow to themselves returneth;
To be healthfull, young, and strong,
Feeds the flames where passion burneth.
Yet doe men
Couet them
More than what adorneth.
That vs round enuiron;
Wife and children, though we find,
These be robes that best attire one;
Yet their losse
Is a crosse,
Melting hearts of iron.
Is to know our indiscretions;
And our goodnes chiefly lies
In observing our transgressions:
For we dwell
As in hell,
Thrall to bad impressions.
With lou’d sorrow still to languish?
Is there ought on earth but woe,
Aye renewing cares and anguish?
Where new feares
Still appeares,
Darts at vs to brandish.