Lady Mary Wroth

Peter Davidson (ed.), Poetry and Revolution: An Anthology of British and Irish Verse 1625–1660

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83 Song.

  • 1O me, the time is come to part,
  • Editor’s Note2And with it my life-killing smart:
  • Editor’s Note3Fond Hope leave me, my deare must goe,
  • 4To meete more joy, and I more woe.
  • 5Where still of mirth injoy thy fill,
  • 6One is enough to suffer ill:
  • 7My heart so well to sorrow us'd,
  • 8Can better be by new griefes bruis'd.
  • pg 93Editor’s Note9Thou whom the Heavens themselves like made,
  • 10Should never sit in mourning shade:
  • 11No, I alone must mourne and end,
  • 12Who have a life in griefe to spend.
  • 13My swiftest pace to wailings bent,
  • 14Shewes joy had but a short time lent,
  • 15To bide in mee where woes must dwell,
  • 16And charme mee with their cruell spell.
  • 17And yett when they their witchcrafts trye,
  • 18They only make me wish to dye:
  • 19But ere my faith in love they change,
  • Editor’s Note20In horrid darknesse will I range.

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Editor’s Note
83 Text: Lady Mary Wroth, The Countesse of Montgomery's Urania, 1621 (separate pagination Pamphilia To Amphilianthus), see no. 4, p. 26. Edition: ed. Josephine A. Roberts, see no. 4, p. 116.
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83 2 smart pain
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3 Fond deluded
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9 'The heavens made you like themselves'
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20 range wander
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