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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F12 - You endleſs torments that my rest opreſs

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You endleſs torments that my rest opreſs
    how long will you delight in my ſad paine?
    will neuer loue yor fauour more expreſs?
    shall I still liue, and euer feele diſdaine?

Alaſs now stay, and lett my griefe obtaine
    ſome end; feede nott my hart wth sharpe distreſs:
    lett mee once ſee my cruell fortunes gaine
    att last releaſe, and long felt woes redreſs;

Lett nott the blame of cruelty diſgrace
    the honor'd title of your Godhed, Loue:
    giue nott iust cauſe for mee to ſay a place
    is found for rage alone on mee to moue;

O quickly end, and doe nott long debate
my needfull ayde least help do come to late;
11.

You endless torments that my rest oppress
    How long will you delight in my sad pain?
    Will never love your favour more express?
    Shall I still live, and ever feel disdain?

Alas now stay, and let my grief obtain
    Some end; feed not my heart with sharp distress:
    Let me once see my cruel fortunes gain
    At least* release, and long felt woes redress;

Let not the blame of cruelty disgrace
    The honoured title of your Godhead, Love:
    Give not just cause for me to* say a place
    Is found for rage alone on me to move;

O quickly end, and do not long debate
    My needful aid least help do come too late.


'least': looks a bit like 'last' in F, but 'least' in P. Both 'least' and 'last' release make sense.
'to' = 'so' in P
11.

You endleſſe torments that my reſt oppreſſe,
    How long will you delight in my ſad paine?
    Will neuer Loue your fauour more expreſſe?
    Shall I ſtill liue, and euer feele diſdaine?

Alaſſe now ſtay, and let my griefe optaine
    Some end; feede not my heart with ſharpe diſtreſſe:
    Let me once ſee my cruell fortunes gaine,
    At leaſt releaſe, and long-felt woes redreſſe.

Let not the blame of cruelty diſgrace
    The honour'd title of your god-head Loue;
    Giue not iuſt cauſe for me ſo ſay, a place
    Is found for rage alone on me to moue.

O quickly end, and doe not long debate
My needfull ayd, leſt helpe doe come too late.
11.

You endless torments that my rest oppress
    How long will you delight in my sad pain?
    Will never love your favour more express?
    Shall I still live, and ever feel disdain?

Alas now stay, and let my grief obtain
    Some end; feed not my heart with sharp distress:
    Let me once see my cruel fortunes gain
    At least release, and long felt woes redress;

Let not the blame of cruelty disgrace
    The honoured title of your Godhead, Love:
    Give not just cause for me so* say a place
    Is found for rage alone on me to move;

O quickly end, and do not long debate
    My needful aid least help do come too late.


'so' = 'to' in F: a clear transcription error.


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