My thoughts hold mortal strife;I do detest my life,And with lamenting criesPeace to my soul to bringOft call that prince which here doth monarchise:— 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 will not come.
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.john donne
Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys, Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
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