William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Toss Not My Soul, O LoveAnonymous
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Show me some ground where I may firmly stand,
Or surely fall! I care not which appear,
So one will close me in a certain band.
When once of ill the uttermost is known,
The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown.
Or thou Despair, unto thy darkest cell!
Each hath full rest: the one, in joys enroll’d;
Th’ other, in that he fears no more, is well.
When once the uttermost of ill is known,
The strength of sorrow quite is overthrown.