20.10.2011, 17:14
Anne Cecil de Vere
1556 - 1588
The hevens, death, and life have conjured my yll:
For death hath take away the breath of my sonne:
The hevens receve, and consent, that he hath donne:h
And my life dooth keepe mee heere against my will.
But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate,
I care neither for the death, the life, nor skyes:
For I'll sigh him warmth, and weat him with my eies:
(And thus I shall be thought a second Promëti)
And as for life, let it do me all despite:
For if it leave me, I shall goe to my childe:
And it in the hevens, there is all my delyght.
And if I live, my vertue is immortall.
"So that the hevens, death and life, when they doo all
"Their force: by sorrowfull vertue th'are beguild.
1556 - 1588
The hevens, death, and life have conjured my yll:
For death hath take away the breath of my sonne:
The hevens receve, and consent, that he hath donne:h
And my life dooth keepe mee heere against my will.
But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate,
I care neither for the death, the life, nor skyes:
For I'll sigh him warmth, and weat him with my eies:
(And thus I shall be thought a second Promëti)
And as for life, let it do me all despite:
For if it leave me, I shall goe to my childe:
And it in the hevens, there is all my delyght.
And if I live, my vertue is immortall.
"So that the hevens, death and life, when they doo all
"Their force: by sorrowfull vertue th'are beguild.