Sir Walter Raleigh

What else is hell, but losse of blisfull heauen?
What darknes else, but lacke of lightsome day?
What else is death, but things of life bereauen?
What winter else, but pleasant springs decay?

Vnrest what else, but fancies hot desire,
Fed with delay, and followed with dispaire?
What else mishap, but longing to aspire,
To striue against, earth, water, fire and aire?

Heauen were my state, and happie Sunneshine day,
And life most blest, to ioy one howres desire,
Hap, blisse, and rest, and sweete springtime of May,
Were to behold my faire consuming fire.

But loe, I feele, by absence from your sight,
Mishap, vnrest, death, winter, hell, darke night.
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