09.01.2011, 13:17
Sir Robert Ayton
1569 - 1638
I bid farewell unto the world and thee,
To the because thou art extreame unkinde,
Unto the world, because the world to me
is nothing, since I cannott move thy minde.
were any mercy in thy soule inshrin'd,
Could sighes or teares make soft thy flinty heart,
I could perhapps more easily be inclin'd
To spend my dayes with the then to depart.
But since thou knowes not Cupids golden dart
But hath been wounded with a shaft of lead,
It is but folly to pretend his art
To sue for favour, when I finde but feade.
Soe farewell Nimph, farewell for aye as now
And wel'come death more mercifull then thou.
1569 - 1638
I bid farewell unto the world and thee,
To the because thou art extreame unkinde,
Unto the world, because the world to me
is nothing, since I cannott move thy minde.
were any mercy in thy soule inshrin'd,
Could sighes or teares make soft thy flinty heart,
I could perhapps more easily be inclin'd
To spend my dayes with the then to depart.
But since thou knowes not Cupids golden dart
But hath been wounded with a shaft of lead,
It is but folly to pretend his art
To sue for favour, when I finde but feade.
Soe farewell Nimph, farewell for aye as now
And wel'come death more mercifull then thou.