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PASSION. XIII. (Book 13)
GVyded by fit•…•…s, with malencholy looke,
I laie me downe vpon the winding banke,
To heare the musicke of the running brooke,
And smell the grasse that was both fresh and ranke:
There I complaine, there •…•…ament my state,
That thus am crost with fortunes deadly hate
Then to the brooke, I thus begyn to moane,
Thou warbling streame that doest refresh my care,
To my dis•…•…led griefe, and doest alone,
Giue place, and passage free prepare:
The same to bring vnto the boundles Seas,
Which there attend Sir NE•…•…TVNS minde to please.
Thou searching scowrer of the grossest mould,
And element most subtile, fresh, and pure,
That windest about dame TERRA thowsand fould,
Behould the martirdome which I endure:
That passeth through the Limbecke of my heart,
And setts my minde, with force of gauled smart.
Say to thy selfe in still and silent sorte,
Doth fortune thus SINETES true confound?
Ah Goddesse blind that loues such cruell sport,
To thy dishonour this will sure redownde,
Leaue of, knit thy bended browes on him,
That daylie doth in seas of sorrowes swimme.