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 :Come, hasty fates, said I, come take away
 * My weary life, the fountain of my wo:
 * When that's extinct, or shrunk into cold clay,
 * Then well I wote, that I shall undergo
 * No longer pain. O! why are you so slow.
 * Fond speech, said she, nor changed her countenance,
 * No signe of grief nor anger she did show;
 * Full well she knew passion's misgovernance,

Though her clear brcst fond passion never yet did lance.


 * But thus spake on, Sith friendly sympathy
 * With all the creatures thus invades thy brest,
 * And strikes thine heart with so deep agony
 * For their decay, 'cording to that behest
 * Which the pure source of sympathy hath prest
 * On all that of those lovely streams have drunk,
 * I'll tell thee that that needs must please thee best,
 * All life's immortall; though the outward trunk

May changed be, yet life to nothing never shrunk.


 * With that she bad me rear my heavie eye
 * Up toward heaven, I rear'd them toward the east,
 * Where in a roscid cloud I did espy
 * A lunar rainbow in her painted vest;
 * The heavenly maid in the mean while surceast
 * From further Speech, while I the bow did view:
 * But mine old malady was more increas'd,
 * The bow gan break, and all the gawdy hiew

Dispeared, that my heart the sight did inly rue.