Madrigal: My Thoughts Hold Mortal Strife


William Drummond

My thoughts hold mortal strife,

I do detest my life,

And with lamenting cries,

Peace to my soul to bring,

Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize;

But he, grim-grinning king,

Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise,

Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,

Disdains to crop a weed, and wil not come.

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