Love’s Garden Grief
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Vain loves avaunt! infamous is your pleasure Your joys deceit; Your jewels jests, and worthless trash your treasure Fools' common bait Your palace is a prison that allureth To sweet mishap, and rest that pain procureth Your garden grief hedged in with thorns of envy And stakes of strife; Your allies error gravel'd with jealousy And cares of life; Your branches seats enwrapp'd with shades of sadness; Your arbours breed rough fits of raging madness Your beds are sown with seeds of all iniquity And poisoning weeds Whose stalks ill thoughts, whose leaves words full of vanity Whose fruits misdeeds; Whose sap is sin, whosе force and operation To banish grace, and work thе soul's damnation Your trees are dismal plants of pining corrosives Whose root is ruth Whose bark is bale, whose timber stubborn fantasies Whose pith untruth; On which in lieu of birds whose voice delighteth Of guilty conscience screeching note affrighteth Your coolest summer gales are scalding sighings Your showers are tears; Your sweetest smell the stench of sinful living Your favours fears; Your gard'ner Satan, all you reap is misery Your gain remorse and loss of all felicity
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- Robert Southwell