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SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S LAMENTATION
18 You Lords & knights also
in this place, in this place Some gentle loue bestow
pity my falling: As I rose suddenly Vp to great dignitie, So I deseruedly
die for my folly.
19 Farewell my louing wife
woe is me, woe is me: Mournefull wil bee thy life,
Left a sad widdow. Farewell my children sweet, We neuer more shall meet Till we each other greet,
blessed in heauen.
20 With this my dying knell
willingly, willingly, Bid I the world farewell
full of vaine shadowes All her deluding showes brings my heart naught but woes Who rightly feeles and knowes,
all her deceiuings.
21 Thus with my dying breath
doe I kis, doe I kis, This axe that for my death
here is prouided: May I feele little paine, when as it cuts in twaine, what my life must sustaine,
all her deceiuings.
22 My head on block is laid,
And my last part is plaid: Fortune hath me betraid, sweet Iesus grant mercy. |
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