| Previous Page | Next Page |
Alone, or feele the measure of thy spight,
Saying it is an ease to wretched men
In miserie to haue companions then.
But wofull man vncomfortlesse, and sad,
Alone in all this ill, and endlesse paine,
The greatest greefe, that euer any had,
Comparison with mine cannot maintaine:
Disherited I am, in sorrowes clad:
For Stela was the key of all my joy,
Helme of this ship, that lucklesse stars destroy.
Tell me (false world) why didst thou me create
A man? for no Stela I had not got,
Not got not lou’d not lou’d her, this estate
Not suffred, nor intangled in this knot
Of miseries, that is so intricate.
Then world of woe, in wickednes so rife,
What ease canst thou affoord to my poore life?
O wretched world, in thee I doe remaine
Against my will, thou maist commaund me then:
And since thy snares, thy nets, thy hookes, thy chaines,
With which thou dost deceiue vs silly men
And our subjected wils vnto thy traine,
Who shall accompany my wearied eies,
And this old age from sorrowes warrantize?
O Stela then, my loue, and all my good,
My sweete companion, tell me, may it be,
That this faire face, this figure, and the bud
Of such braue beautie may be hid from me,
And drowned in this deepe and wrongfull flood?
O bitter chaunce, O Jupiter, O Gods,
Is cruelty with beauty thus at ods?
O wretched man, misfortunes onely white,
What shall I doe, when I doe finde the place
Sole, and alone, where whilome me delight
was woont to be? O greefe and beauie case,
When calling on her sweetest name, no wight,
Nor happy answere foundeth in my eares
To comfort me, but shewes of thousand feares?
Then since she liues not, that did giue me life,
Death shall be welcome and most sweete to mee:
Dying with her, to end this cruell strife
Of life and death (Sweete) I will come to thee.
| Previous Page | Next Page |