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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of King James the First.  1847.
Confession and Contrition
XXVII. Anonymous
From “The Passion of a Discontented Mind”

O CURSED custome, causing mischiefe still,
Too long thy craft my sences hath misled;
Too long haue I beene slaue vnto thy will,
Too long my soule on bitter sweetes haue fed:
  Now surfeiting with thy hell-poysned cates,        5
  In deepe repent, her former folly hates;
And humbly comes with sorrow-rented hart,
With blubbred eyes and hands vprear’d to heauen,
To play a poore lamenting mawdline’s part,
That would weepe streams of bloud to be forgiuen:        10
  But oh, I feare mine eyes are drain’d so drie,
  That though I would, yet now I cannot crie.
If any eye therefore can spare a teare
To fill the well-springs that must wet my cheekes,
O let that eye to this sad feast draw neare;        15
Refuse me not, my humble soule beseekes;
  For all the teares mine eyes have euer wept
  Were now too little, had they all bin kept.

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