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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Of Wayling, and Not Preuailing

LXXXIX. James Yates

I WAYLING,

Yet not preuailing,

In sorrow sayling,

Alas! I mourne.

Such is the spight

To dimme delight

In me poore wight,

Almost forlorne.

But, God of grace,

Graunt me solace,

Within short space,

To ease my griefe,

And send release:

When woes increase,

I cannot cease

To craue reliefe.

For if the heart

Feeles inward smart,

Without desert,

Death it desires.

The griefe of minde,

Which woe doth finde,

Their life resign’d,

So some requires.