William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649)

MY thoughts hold mortal strife;

I do detest my life,

And with lamenting cries

Peace to my soul to bring

Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize:

But he, grim-grinning King,

Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,

Late having deckt with beauty’s rose his tomb,

Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.