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Wroth Poem - F18 - My paine, still ſmother'd in my grieued brest

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.16.

My paine, still ſmother'd in my grieued brest,
    ſeekes for ſome eaſe, yett cannott paſsage finde
    to bee diſcharg'd of this vnwellcome ghest;
    when most I striue, more fast his burdens bind,

Like to a ship, on Goodwines cast by wind
    the more she striues, more deepe in ſand is prest
    till she bee lost; ſo am I, in this kind
    ſunk, and deuour'd, and ſwallow'd by vnrest,

Lost, shipwrack't, spoyl'd, debar'd of ſmallest hope
    nothing of pleaſure left; ſaue thought's haue ſcope,
    wch wander may: Goe then, my thoughts, and cry

Hope's perish'd; Loue tempest=beaten; Ioy lost
    killing dispaire hath all thes bleſsing crost
    yett faith still cries, Loue will nott falsefy.
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My pain, still smothered in my grieved breast,
    Seeks for some ease, yet cannot passage find
    To be discharged of this unwelcome guest;
    When most I strive, more fast his burdens bind,

Like to a ship, on Goodwins* cast by wind
    The more she strives,* more deep in sand is pressed
    Till she bee lost; so am I, in this kind
    Sunk, and devoured, and swallowed by unrest,

Lost, shipwrecked, spoiled, debarred of smallest hope,
    Nothing of pleasure left; save thoughts have scope,
    Which wander may: Go then, my thoughts, and cry

'Hope's perished; Love tempest-beaten; joy lost
    Killing despair hath all these blessing* crossed.'
    Yet faith still cries, 'Love will not falsify.'


Moved to fol. 31 in P, as sonnet 6.

The central image of the shipwrecked lover was popular with sonnet-writers. Petrarch's sonnet 189 was famously adapted by Wyatt: 'My galley, charged with forgetfulness,/Through sharp seas in winter nights doth pass'. Roberts' notes [P68] parallels with RS 22 ('my wrack of rest') and 23 ('If perished bark on shore by tempest cast').

'Goodwins': Goodwin Sands, on the Kent Coast, is still renowned as hazardous to shipping.
'strives' = 'strive' in P
'blessing' = 'blessings' in P.
6.

My paine ſtill ſmother'd in my grieued breſt,
    Seekes for ſome eaſe, yet cannot paſſage finde,
    To be diſchargd of this vnwelcome gueſt,
    When moſt I ſtriue, more faſt his burthens binde.

Like to a Ship on Goodwins caſt by winde,
    The more ſhee ſtriue, more deepe in Sand is preſt,
    Till ſhe be loſt: ſo am I in this kind
    Sunck, and deuour'd, and ſwallow'd by vnreſt.

Loſt, ſhipwrackt, ſpoyld, debar'd of ſmalleſt hope,
    Nothing of pleaſure left, ſaue thoughts haue ſcope,
    Which wander may; goe then my thoughts and cry:

Hope's periſh'd, Loue tempeſt-beaten, Ioy loſt,
    Killing Deſpaire hath all theſe bleſſings croſt;
    Yet Faith ſtill cries, Loue will not falſifie.
Sonnet 6

My pain, still smothered in my grieved breast,
    Seeks for some ease, yet cannot passage find
    To be discharged of this unwelcome guest;
    When most I strive, more fast his burdens bind,

Like to a ship, on Goodwins cast by wind
    The more she strives, more deep in sand is pressed
    Till she bee lost; so am I, in this kind
    Sunk, and devoured, and swallowed by unrest,

Lost, shipwrecked, spoiled, debarred of smallest hope,
    Nothing of pleasure left; save thoughts have scope,
    Which wander may: Go then, my thoughts, and cry

'Hope's perished; Love tempest-beaten; joy lost
    Killing despair hath all these blessings crossed.'
    Yet faith still cries, 'Love will not falsify.'



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