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A Pilgrimes Solace

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9. Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest.

       Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest
           Forbeare a while to vexe my grieued sprite,
       So long your weight hath lyne vpon my breast,
           That loe I liue of life bereaued quite,
       O giue me time to draw my weary breath,
           Or let me dye, as I desire the death.
       Welcome sweete death, Oh life, A hell,
           Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

       False world farewell the enemy to rest,
           Now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight :
       Free from thy cares I liue for euer blest,
           Enioying peace and heauenly true delight.
       Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate,
           Nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.
       And thus I leaue thy hopes, thy ioyes vntrue,
           And thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.


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