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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
Go, Nightly Cares
GO, 1 nightly cares, the enemy to rest,
Forbear a while to vex my wearied sprite;
So long your weight hath lain upon my breast
That, lo! I live of life bereavèd quite:
O give me time to draw my wearied breath,        5
Or let me die as I desire the death.
Welcome, sweet Death! O life, no life, a hell!
Then thus and thus I bid the world farewell!
False world, farewell, the enemy to rest,
Now do thy worst, I do not weigh thy spite;        10
Free from thy cares I live forever blest,
Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight:
Delight, whom woes nor sorrows shall amate, 2
Nor fears or tears disturb her happy state:
And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joys untrue,        15
And thus, and thus, vain world, again adieu!
Note 1. From John Dowland’s A Pilgrim’s Solace, 1612. [back]
Note 2. Amate: confound. [back]

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