Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
O Sorrow, alas, sith Sorrow is thy nameThomas Sackville, Earl of Dorset (15361608)
From ‘The Induction’
O S
And that to thee this drear doth well pertain,
In vain it were to seek to cease the same:
But, as a man himself with sorrow slain,
So I, alas, do comfort thee in pain,
That here in sorrow art foresunk so deep
That, at thy sight, I can but sigh and weep.
That whilom sat on top of fortune’s wheel,
Now laid full low, like wretches whirlèd down,
Ev’n with one frown, that stay’d but with a smile:
And now behold the thing that thou erewhile
Saw only in thought; and what thou now shalt hear,
Recount the same to kesar, king, and peer.’