Would my conceit that first enforc’d my woe

Lyrics
Would my conceit that first enforced my woe Or else mine eyes which still the same increase Might be extinct, to end my sorrows so Which now are such as nothing can release: Whose life is death, whose sweet each change of sour And eke whose hell reneweth every hour Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry Each hour I waste and wither where I sit But that sweet hour wherеin I wish to die My hope alas may not enjoy it yеt Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss Which unto all save me allotted is To all save me is free to live or die To all save me remaineth hap or hope But all perforce, I must abandon it Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust But to my thralls I yield, for so I must
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- Writers
- John Dowland