Poem by Philip Massinger
Why art thou slow, thou rest of trouble, Death
To stop a wretch’s breath,
That calls on thee and offers her sad heart
A prey unto thy dart?
I am nor young nor fair; be, therefore, bold;
Sorrow hath made me old,
Deformed, and wrinkled; all that I can crave
Is quiet in my grave.
Such as live happy, hold long life a jewel,
But to me thou art cruel
If thou end not my tedious misery,
And I soon cease to be.
Strike, and strike home, then; pity unto me,
In one short hour’s delay, is tyranny.
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Percy Shelley Song ("Rarely, rarely, comest thou") Samuel Johnson Song ("Not the soft sighs of vernal gales") Charlotte Mew Song ("Love love to-day, my dear") John Davidson Song ("THE boat is chafing at our long delay") Bryan Procter Song ("Here's a health to thee, Mary") George Crabbe Song ("Cease to bid me not to sing") Mary Montagu Song ("How happy is the harden'd heart") George Etherege Song ("LADIES, though to your conquering eyes") Mary Chudleigh Song ("Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?") Edgar Poe Song ("I saw thee on thy bridal day") 1827Aphra Behn Song ("O Love! that stronger art than wine") Emma Lazarus Song ("Frosty lies the winter-landscape") Amy Lowell Song ("Oh! To be a flower") Bayard Taylor Song ("NOW the days are brief and drear") Isaac Bickerstaffe Song ("How happy were my days, till now") Hilaire Belloc Song ("Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year") George Lyttelton Song ("When Delia on the plain appears") 1732Duncan Scott Song ("I have done") Elinor Wylie Song ("It is my thoughts that colour") Richard Sheridan Song ("Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen")
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