Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
MadrigalWilliam Drummond of Hawthornden (15851649)
I
Sith after this departure yet I breathe;
Let rocks, and seas, and wind,
Their highest treasons show;
Let sky and earth combin’d
Strive, if they can, to end my life and woe;
Sith grief can not, me nothing can o’erthrow:
Or if that aught can cause my fatal lot,
It will be when I hear I am forgot.