Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ARBASTO: SONG, by ROBERT GREENE


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ARBASTO: SONG, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Whereat erewhile I wept, I laugh
Last Line: Through her I weep, at her I smile.
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


WHEREAT erewhile I wept, I laugh;
That which I fear'd, I now despise;
My victor once, my vassal is;
My foe constrain'd, my weal supplies:
Thus do I triumph on my foe;
I weep at weal, I laugh at woe.

My care is cur'd, yet hath no end;
Not that I want, but that I have;
My charge was change, yet still I stay;
I would have less, and yet I crave:
Ay me, poor wretch, that thus do live,
Constrain'd to take, yet forc'd to give!

She whose delights are signs of death,
Who, when she smiles, begins to lour,
Constant in this, that still she change,
Her sweetest gifts time proves but sour:
I live in care, cross'd with her guile;
Through her I weep, at her I smile.





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