Come, Sorrow, come

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Come, Sorrow, come

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Come, Sorrow, come; sit down and mourn with me; Hang down thy head upon thy baleful breast That God and man and all the world may see Our heavy hearts do live in quiet rest Enfold thine arms and wring thy wretched hands To show the state where in poor Sorrow stands Cry not outright, for that were children's guise But let thy tears fall trickling down thy face; And weep so long until thy blubber'd eyes May see, may see the depth of thy disgrace O shake thy head, but not a word but mum; The heart once dead, the tongue is stroken dumb And let our farе be dishes of despitе To break our hearts and not our fasts withal; Then let us sup with sorrow sops at night And bitter sauce, all of a broken gall Thus let us live till heav'ns may rue to see The doleful doom ordain'd for thee and me

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  • Thomas Morley