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Could there be words found to expresse my losse	A
There were some hope that this my heauy crosse	A
Might be sustained and that wretched I	B
Might once finde comfort but to haue him die	B
Past all degrees that was so deare to me	C
As but comparing him with others hee	C
Was such a thing as if some Power should say	A
I'le take Man on me to shew men the way	A
What a friend should be But words come so short	D
Of him that when I thus would him report	D
I am vndone and hauing nought to say	A
Mad at my selfe I throwe my penne away	A
And beate my breast that there should be a woe	E
So high that words cannot attaine thereto	D
T'is strange that I from my abundant breast	D
Who others sorrowes haue so well exprest	D
Yet I by this in little time am growne	F
So poore that I want to expresse mine owne	F
I thinke the Fates perceiuing me to beare	G
My worldly crosses without wit or feare	G
Nay with what scorne I euer haue derided	D
Those plagues that for me they haue oft prouided	D
Drew them to counsaile nay conspired rather	G
And in this businesse laid their heads together	G
To finde some one plague that might me subuert	D
And at an instant breake my stubborne heart	D
They did indeede and onely to this end	D
They tooke from me this more then man or friend	D
Hard hearted Fates your worst thus haue you done	F
Then let vs see what lastly you haue wonne	F
By this your rigour in a course so strict	D
Why see I beare all that you can inflict	D
And hee from heauen your poore reuenge to view	H
Laments my losse of him but laughes at you	H
Whilst I against you execrations breath	I
Thus are you scorn'd aboue and curst beneath	J
Me thinks that man vnhappy though he be	C
Is now thrice happy in respect of me	C
Who hath no friend for that in hauing none	F
He is not stirr'd as I am to bemone	F
My miserable losse who but in vaine	F
May euer looke to find the like againe	F
This more then mine own selfe that who had seene	F
His care of me where euer I had beene	F
And had not knowne his actiue spirit before	G
Vpon some braue thing working euermore	G
He would haue sworne that to no other end	D
He had been borne but onely for my friend	D
I had been happy if nice Nature had	D
Since now my lucke falls out to be so bad	D
Made me vnperfect either of so soft	D
And yeelding temper that lamenting oft	D
I into teares my mournefull selfe might melt	D
Or else so dull my losse not to haue felt	D
I haue by my too deare experience bought	D
That fooles and mad men whom I euer thought	D
The most vnhappy are in deede not so	E
And therefore I lesse pittie can bestowe	E
Since that my sence my sorrowe so can sound	D
On those in Bedlam that are bound	D
And scarce feele scourging and when as I meete	D
A foole by Children followed in the Streete	D
Thinke I poor wretch thou from my griefe art free	G
Nor couldst thou feele it should it light on thee	G
But that I am a Christian and am taught	D
By him who with his precious bloud me bought	D
Meekly like him my crosses to endure	G
Else would they please me well that for their cure	G
When as they feele their conscience doth them brand	D
Vpon themselues dare lay a violent hand	D
Not suffering Fortune with her murdering knife	K
Stand like a Surgeon working on the life	K
Deserting this part that ioynt off to cut	D
Shewing that Artire ripping then that gut	D
Whilst the dull beastly World with her squint eye	B
Is to behold the strange Anatomie	C
I am persuaded that those which we read	D
To be man haters were not so indeed	D
The Athenian Timon and beside him more	G
Of which the Latines as the Greekes haue store	G
Nor not did they all humane manners hate	D
Nor yet maligne mans dignity and state	D
But finding our fraile life how euery day	D
It like a bubble vanisheth away	D
For this condition did mankinde detest	D
Farre more incertaine then that of the beast	D
Sure heauen doth hate this world and deadly too	D
Else as it hath done it would neuer doe	D
For if it did not it would ne're permit	D
A man of so much vertue knowledge wit	D
Of naturall goodnesse supernaturall grace	A
Whose courses when considerately I trace	A
Into their ends and diligently looke	L
They serue me for Oeconomike booke	L
By which this rough world I not onely stemme	C
In goodnesse but grow learn'd by reading them	C
O pardon me it my much sorrow is	A
Which makes me vse this long Parenthesis	A
Had heauen this world not hated as I say	D
In height of life it had not tane away	D
A spirit so braue so actiue and so free	G
That such a one who would not wish to bee	G
Rather then weare a Crowne by Armes though got	D
So fast a friend so true a Patriot	D
In things concerning both the worlds so wise	A
Besides so liberall of his faculties	A
That where he would his industrie bestowe	D
He would haue done e're one could think to doe	D
No more talke of the working of the Starres	A
For plenty scarcenesse or for peace or Warres	A
They are impostures therefore get you hence	A
With all your Planets and their influence	A
No more doe I care into them to looke	L
Then in some idle Chiromantick booke	L
Shewing the line of life and Venus mount	D
Nor yet no more would I of them account	D
Then what that tells me since what that so ere	G
Might promise man long life of care and feare	G
By nature freed a conscience cleare and quiet	D
His health his constitution and his diet	D
Counting a hundred fourscore at the least	D
Propt vp by prayers yet more to be encreast	D
All these should faile and in his fiftieth yeare	G
He should expire henceforth let none be deare	G
To me at all lest for my haplesse sake	L
Before their time heauen from the world them take	L
And leaue me wretched to lament their ends	A
As I doe his who was a thousand friends	A

Michael Drayton

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