Grief, killing grief, have not my torments been Already great and strong enough? but still Thou dost increase, nay glory in mine ill, And woes new past, afresh new woes begin? Am I the only purchase thou canst win? Was I ordain'd to give despair her fill, Or fittest I should mount misfortunes hill, Who in the plain of Joy cannot live in? If it be so, Grief come as welcome guest, Since I must suffer for another's rest; Yet this (good grief) let me entreat of thee, Use still thy force, but not from those I love Let me all pains and lasting torments prove; So I miss these, lay all thy weights on me.
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