Dekker. Excerpt from "The Noble Spanish Soldier", 1634.

from
The Noble Spanish Soldier,
1634 ; performed 1602 (?)

by Thomas Dekker

O, SORROW, SORROW, say where dost thou dwell?
                In the lowest room of hell.
            Art thou born of human race?
                No, no, I have a furier face.
            Art thou in city, town, or court?
                I to every place resort?
O, why into the world is Sorrow sent?
                Men afflicted best repent.
                    What dost thou feed on?
                        Broken sleep.
                    What takest thou pleasure in?
                        To weep,
            To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan,
            To wring my hands, to sit alone.
O when, O when shall Sorrow quiet have?
            Never, never, never, never,
            Never till she finds a grave.

Schelling, Felix E., Ed. A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics.
Boston: Ginn and Company, 1895. 124.