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Wroth Poem - F34 - You bleſsed shades, wch giue mee ſilent rest

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You bleſsed shades, wch giue mee ſilent rest,
    wittnes butt this when death hath cloſ'd mine eyes,
    and ſeparated mee from earthly ties,
    beeing from hence to higher place adrest;

How oft in you I haue laine heere oprest,
    and haue my miſeries in woefull cries
    deliuer'd forth, mounting vp to the skies
    yett helples back returnd to wound my brest,

Wch wounds did butt striue how, to breed more harme
    to mee, who, can bee cur'de by noe one charme
    butt that of loue, wch yett may mee releeue

If nott, lett death my former paines redeeme,
    and you my, trusty freinds, my faith esteeme
    and wittnes I well could loue, who ſoe could greeue
30.

You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,
    Witness but this when death hath closed mine eyes,
    And separated me from earthly ties,
    Being from hence to higher place addressed;

How oft in you I have lain here oppressed
    And have my miseries in woeful cries
    Delivered forth, mounting up to the skies
    Yet helpless back returned to wound my breast,

Which wounds did but strive how to breed more harm
    To me, who can be cured by no one charm
    But that of love, which yet may me relieve.

If not, let death my former pains redeem,
    And you my trusty friends, my faith esteem*
    And witness I [well]* could love, who so could grieve.


Roberts [P34] notes a parallel at the end of RS Song 19:

    Mortal in love are joy and pleasure,
    The fading frame wherein love moves,
    But grief and anguish are the measure
    That do immortalise our loves.

'and you...esteem' = 'my trusty friends, my faith untouched esteem' in P.
'[well]': crossed through once in the manuscript, deleted in P.
30.

You bleſſed ſhades, which giue me ſilent reſt,
    Witnes but this when death hath clos'd mine eyes,
    And ſeparated me from earthly tyes;
    Being from hence to higher places adreſt.

How oft in you I haue laine heere oppreſt?
    And haue my miſeries in wofull cryes
    Deliuer'd forth, mounting vp to the Skyes?
    Yet helpleſſe, backe return'd to wound my breſt.

Which wounds did but ſtriue how to breed more harm
    To me, who can be cur'd by no one charme
    But that of Loue, which yet may me releeue;

If not, let Death my former paines redeeme,
    My truſty friends, my faith vntouch'd, eſteeme,
    And witneſle I could loue, who ſo could grieue.
30.

You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,
    Witness but this when death hath closed mine eyes,
    And separated me from earthly ties,
    Being from hence to higher place addressed;

How oft in you I have lain here oppressed
    And have my miseries in woeful cries
    Delivered forth, mounting up to the skies
    Yet helpless back returned to wound my breast,

Which wounds did but strive how to breed more harm
    To me, who can be cured by no one charm
    But that of love, which yet may me relieve.

If not, let death my former pains redeem,
    My trusty friends, my faith untouched esteem,
    And witness I could love, who so could grieve.



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