Henceforth, I'll bear
A...

Henceforth, I'll bear
Affliction till it do cry out itself,
'Enough, enough, and die.'

Thou art a soul in bliss; but ...

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald me like molten lead.

Affliction is enamoured of thy...

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.

If thou engrossest all the gri...

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

This grief is crowned with con...

This grief is crowned with consolation, you old smock brings
forth a new petticoat, and indeed the tears live in an onion that
should water this sorrow.

O, grief hath changed me since...

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.

Great lords, wise men ne'er si...

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

Sweet recreation barred, what ...

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to a grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?

Meagre were his looks,
...

Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses
Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.

Misery acquaints a man with st...

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

No, misery makes sport to mock...

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

The worst is not
So lon...

The worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

Such a house broke?
So ...

Such a house broke?
So noble a master fall'n; all gone, and not
One friend to take his fortune by the arm
And go along with him?

Tut, man, one fire burns out a...

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

Yet be sad, good brothers,

Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you.
Sorrow so royally in you appears
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart.

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It is religion to be thus fors...

It is religion to be thus forsworn,
For charity itself fulfills the law
And who can never love from charity?

Lady, you know no rules of cha...

Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

Beggar that I am, I am even po...

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and
sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.

It needs not nor it boots thee...

It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.

Not that I have the power to c...

Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
When his fair angels would salute by palm,
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,
Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.