[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 25]

20-12-08

Oh my frail heart, that hast not |learnt yet, ye|

To spun the small afflictions of this life

But feelest the latest one like to a knife

Yet[1] feelest the kindest therefore none the less.

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|Life has not taught thee love nor happiness

Nor any |violent energy| of strife

That shall sure thee from brooding, from the ripe

A sadness of agonies and of distress. 

 
[1] Yet /And\