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In answer to comfort her, by shew∣yng his haps to be harder.
FRiend IS. be now content, & let my sorowes quel:
the extreame rage, & care thou restest in:
For wayling sprights, ne furies fearce in hell:
nor gristey soules, that styll in woe haue bin:
Haue euer felt lyke stormes that I sustayne,
frowust so I am, and duld in deepe dispaire,
That sure (mée thinks), my extreme raging payne:
might gaine thee belth: & set thee free from fere.
For DIDO, thou, and many thousands more,
which liuing feele the panges of extreme care,
Though tortered much; and torne in peeces smal:
whom euer griping death doth neuer spare,
Nor he, that falsey, Carthage Citie fled,
so fraught with wiles, n or ye such sorowes tast:
By thousand partes, as I who rightly sed:
do pine as VVAX, before the fire wastes.
I freece to YCE, I be ate with perching SON,
and torne with teene, thus languishing in paine,
Doo feele my sorowes euer fresher run:
to flowing cares, that endles sorowes gaine.
For what, for whom, and why this euyll woorks
frind IS. VV, time, nor silence; may it show
But shee ere many dayes, my care that lurks,
shall blowne be, and thou the same shall know.