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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet LIII. I was a King of sweet Content at least
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
I WAS a King of sweet Content at least;
  But now from out my Kingdom banished!
I was chief guest at fair Dame Pleasure’s feast;
  But now I am for want of succour famished!
I was a saint, and heaven was my rest;        5
  But now cast down into the lowest hell!
Vile caitiffs may not live among the blest!
  Nor blessed men, amongst cursed caitiffs dwell!
Thus am I made an exile, of a King.
  Thus choice of meats, to want of food is changed,        10
Thus heaven’s loss doth hellish torments bring.
  Self crosses make me from myself estranged.
Yet am I still the same, but made another!
  Then not the same! Alas, I am no other!

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