Classic Poem

A BRIEFE OF SORROWE.

M VSE of sadnesse neere Deaths fashion,
Too neere madnesse write my passion;
Paines possesse mee, Sorrowes spill mee
Cares distresse mee, all would kill mee;
Hopes haue faild mee, Fortune foild mee,
Feares haue quaild mee all haue spoild mee:
Woes haue worne mee, sighes haue soakt mee;
Thoughts haue torne mee all haue broke mee
Beauty strooke me, Loue hath catcht mee
Death hath tooke mee all dispatcht mee.