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The
flaming sighes that boyle within my
brest
Sometime
breake forth ; and they can well declare
The hartes
unrest, and how that it doth fare,
The pain
therof, the grief, and all the rest.
The
watred eyen, from whence
the teares doe fall,
Do fele
some force or els they would be drye :
The wasted
flesh of color ded can trye.
And something
tell what swetenesse is in gall.
And
he that luste to see,
and do disarne,
How care
can force within a weried minde,
Come he
to me : - I am that place assynd.
But
for all this no force
it doth no harme ;
The wound
alas happe in some other place,
From whence
no toole away the skar can race.
But you,
that of such like have had your part,
Can best
be judge : wherefore, my frend so deare,
I thought
it good my state should now appeare
To you,
and that ther is no great desart.
And
wher as you, in weighty
matters great
Of fortune
saw the shadow that you know :
For trifling
thinges, I now am striken so ;
That though
I fele my hart doth wound and beat,
I
sit alone, save on the
second day
My fever
comes, with whom I spend the time
In burning
heat while that she list assigne.
And
who hath helth and libertie
alway
Let him
thank God, and let him not provoke
To have
the like of this my painfull stroke.
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The
flaming sighs that boil within my breast
Sometime
break forth; and
they can well declare
The
hearts unrest, and how
that it doth fare,
The
pain thereof, the grief,
and all the rest.
The
watered eye, from whence
the tears do fall,
Do
feel some force or else
they would be dry;
The
wasted flesh of colour
dead can try,
And
something tell what sweetness
is in gall.
And
he that lust to see,
and do discern,
How
care can force within
a wearied mind,
Come
he to me : - I am that
place assigned.
But
for all this no force
it doth, no harm;
The
wound, alas, hap in some
other place,
From
whence no tool away
the scar can rase.
But you, that of
such like have had your part,
Can
best be judge: wherefore,
my friend so dear,
I
thought it good my state
should now appear
To
you, and that there is
no great desert.
And
where as you, in weighty
matters great
Of
fortune saw the shadow
that you know:
For
trifling things, I now
am stricken so;
That
though I feel my heart
doth wound and beat,
I
sit alone, save on the
second day
My
fever comes, with whom
I spend the time
In
burning heat while that
she list assign.
And
who hath health and liberty
alway
Let
him thank God, and let
him not provoke
To
have the like of this
my painfull stroke.
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