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 I hate the fire, becauſe to nought it flyes, I hate the Ayre, becauſe ſighes of it be, I hate the Sea, becauſe it teares ſupplyes.

I hate the day, becauſe it lendeth light To ſee all things, and not my loue to ſee: I hate the darkneſſe and the drery night, Becauſe they breed ſad balefulneſſe in mee: I hate all times, becauſe all times doo flye So faſt away, and may not ſtayed bee, But as a ſpeedie poſt that paſſeth by.

I hate to ſpeake, my voyce is ſpent with crying: I hate to heare, lowd plaints haue duld mine eares: I hate to taſt, for food withholds my dying: I hate to ſee, mine eyes are dimd with teares: I hate to ſmell, no ſweet on earth is left: I hate to feele, my fleſh is numbd with feares: So all my ſenſes from me are bereft.

I hate all men, and ſhun all womankinde; The one becauſe as I they wretched are, The other for becauſe I doo not finde My loue with them, that wont to be their Starre: And life I hate, becauſe it will not laſt, And death I hate, becauſe it life doth marre, And all I hate, that is to come or paſt.

So all the world, and all in it I hate, Becauſe it changeth euer too and fro, And neuer ſtandeth in one certaine ſtate, But ſtill vnſtedfaſt round about doth goe, Like a Mill wheele, in midſt of miſerie, Rh