@3Ye luck-lesse Rymes, whom not vnkindly spight Begot long since of Trueth and holy Rage, Lye heere in wombe of Silence and still Night Vntill the broyles of next vnquiet age: That which is others graue, shalbe your wombe, And that which beares you, your eternall Toombe.@1 @3Cease ere ye gin, and ere ye liue be dead, And dye and liue ere euer ye be borne, And be not bore, ere ye be buried, Then after liue, sith you haue dy'd beforne, When I am dead and rotten in the dust, Then gin to liue, and leaue when others lust.@1 @3For when I die, shall Enuie die with mee And lye deepe smothered with my Marble-stone, Which while I liue cannot be done to dye, Nor, if your life gin ere my life be done, Will hardly yeeld t'await my mourning hearse. But for my dead corps change my liuing verse.@1 @3What shall the ashes of my senselesse vrne, Neede to regard the rauing world aboue. Sith afterwards I neuer can returne To feele the force of hatred or of loue? Oh if my soule could see their Post-hume spight Should it not ioy and triumph in the sight?@1 @3What euer eye shalt finde this hatefull scrole After the date of my deare@1 Exequies, @3Ah pitty thou my playning@1 Orphanes @3dole That faine would see the sunne before it dies: It dy'de before, now let it liue againe, Then let it die, and bide some famous bane.@1 Satis est potuisse videri. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE |