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NEVER TOO LATE: FRANCESCO'S ODE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: When I look about the place
Last Line: "nothing grief-full grows from love."
Subject(s): Grief; Love - Complaints; Man-woman Relationships; Prisons & Prisoners; Sorrow; Sadness; Male-female Relations; Convicts


WHEN I look about the place
Where sorrow nurseth up disgrace,
Wrapt within a fold of cares,
Whose distress no heart spares;
Eyes might look, but see no light,
Heart might think, but on despite;
Sun did shine, but not on me:

Sorrow said, it may not be
That heart or eye should once possess
Any salve to cure distress;
For men in prison must suppose
Their couches are the beds of woes.
Seeing this, I sighèd then
Fortune thus should punish men:
But when I call'd to mind her face,
For whose love I brook this place,
Starry eyes, whereat my sight
Did eclipse with much delight,
Eyes that lighten, and do shine
Beams of love that are divine,
Lily cheeks, whereon beside
Buds of roses show their pride,
Cherry lips, which did speak
Words that made all hearts to break,
Words most sweet, for breath was sweet,
Such perfume for love is meet,
Precious words, as hard to tell
Which more pleasèd, wit or smell;
When I saw my greatest pains
Grow for her that beauty stains,
Fortune thus I did reprove,
"Nothing grief-full grows from love."





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