Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Of Wayling, and Not PreuailingLXXXIX. James Yates
I
Yet not preuailing,
In sorrow sayling,
Alas! I mourne.
Such is the spight
To dimme delight
In me poore wight,
Almost forlorne.
Graunt me solace,
Within short space,
To ease my griefe,
And send release:
When woes increase,
I cannot cease
To craue reliefe.
Feeles inward smart,
Without desert,
Death it desires.
The griefe of minde,
Which woe doth finde,
Their life resign’d,
So some requires.