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Come, hasty fates, said I, come take away
My weary life, the fountain of my wo:
When that's extinct, or shrunk into cold clay,
Then well I wote, that I shall undergo
No longer pain. O! why are you so slow.
Fond speech, said she, nor changed her countenance,
No signe of grief nor anger she did show;
Full well she knew passion's misgovernance,
Though her clear brcst fond passion never yet did lance.

But thus spake on, Sith friendly sympathy
With all the creatures thus invades thy brest,
And strikes thine heart with so deep agony
For their decay, 'cording to that behest
Which the pure source of sympathy hath prest
On all that of those lovely streams have drunk,
I'll tell thee that that needs must please thee best,
All life's immortall; though the outward trunk
May changed be, yet life to nothing never shrunk.

With that she bad me rear my heavie eye
Up toward heaven, I rear'd them toward the east,
Where in a roscid cloud I did espy
A lunar rainbow in her painted vest;
The heavenly maid in the mean while surceast
From further Speech, while I the bow did view:
But mine old malady was more increas'd,
The bow gan break, and all the gawdy hiew
Dispeared, that my heart the sight did inly rue.