Poem Hunter
Poems
The Noble Spanish Soldier
TD (1572-1632 / England)

The Noble Spanish Soldier

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.

User Rating: 2,8 / 5 ( 31 votes )

Other poems of THOMAS DEKKER (18)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.