by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Ah, cruel Amarillis, since thou tak'st delight
Language: English 
Ah, cruel Amarillis, since thou tak'st delight
To here the accents of a doleful ditty,
To triumph still without remorse or pity,
I loathe this life, Death must my sorrows right.
And, lest vain hope my miseries renew,
Come quickly Death,
Reave me of breath.
Ah, cruel Amarillis, adieu, adieu.


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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 50