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 :Yet life's strong love doth so intoxicate
 * Our misty minds, that we do fear to dy.
 * What did dame Nature brood all things of hate
 * And onely give them life for misery?
 * Sense for an undeserved penalty?
 * And show that if she list, that she could make
 * Them happy? but with sprightfull cruelty
 * Doth force their groaning ghosts this house forsake?

And to their ancient Nought their empty selves betake.


 * Thus in deep sorrow and restlesse disdain
 * Against the cankered doom of envious fate,
 * I clove my very heart with riving pain,
 * While I in sullen rage did ruminate
 * The Creature's vanity and wofull state;
 * And night that ought to yield us timely rest,
 * My swelling griefs did much more aggravate:
 * The sighs and groans of weary sleeping beast

Seem'd as if sleep itself their spirits did molest:


 * Or as constrain'd perforce that boon to wrest
 * From envious Nature. All things did augment
 * My heavy plight, that fouly I blam'd the hest
 * Of stubborn destiny cause of this wayment.
 * Even sleep that's for our restauration meat,
 * As execrable thing I did abhorre,
 * Cause ugly death to th' life it did depeint.
 * What good came to my mind I did deplore,

Because it perish must and not live evermore.