| |
|
WHen my
abodes prefixed time is spent,
My cruell fayre
streight bids me wend my way:
but then fro[m] heauen
most hideous stormes are sent
as willing me against
her will to stay.
Whom then shall I or heauen or her
obay,
the heauens know best what is the best for me:
but as she will, whose will my life doth sway,
my lower heauen, so it perforce must bee.
But ye
high heuens, that all this sorowe see,
sith all your
tempests cannot hold me backe:
aswage your stormes,
or else both you and she,
will both together me too
sorely wrack.
Enough it is for one man to sustaine,
the stormes, which she alone on me doth raine.
|
|
|
