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PASSION. XXVIII. (Book 28)
LITICIOVS thoughts will graunt no quiet rest.
For care is close intombed in my minde,
And memorie of passed woes mole•…•…t,
Such as in vaine expect some ease to finde:
When ripping of the cares long past and gone,
Will make a fresh the stoutest heart to grone.
Ymprouident prosperitie is caught,
Within the net of new confused shame;
For still the vn-respectiue mindes are fraught
With heape of toye, that bring vntimely blame;
My follies first did leade me to this case,
When I began to treade the louers maze.
Vn-warie peace on fat-fed pleasures stall,
Whose wanton thought, made weake with lust & eas•…•…;
Did guide my steps to this vntimely thrall,
And destinie my sorrowes did encrease:
Being tangled thus in Labrinth of dispaire,
New-sprong effects my ioyed hope impaire.
Sing Muses, sing, the ruines of my time,
Reade in my face the Kalender of care,
With tragick notes repeate my passed crime.
My wrinckled browe records how hard I fate:
All must consume so shall my care haue ende,
When as no sap is left for life to spende,