Stay time a while thy flying,
Stay and pittie me dying.
For Fates and friends have left mee,
And of comfort bereft mee.
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then to live thus... Читать дальше

Stay time a while thy flying,
Stay and pittie me dying.
For Fates and friends have left mee,
And of comfort bereft mee.
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then to live thus distressed.

To whom shall I complaine me,
When thus friends doe disdaine mee?
T’is time that must befriend me,
Drown’d in sorrow to end mee.
Come, come close mine eyes, better to dye blessed,
Then to live thus distressed.

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