That It Is Farre Better Not Be, then to Be Ill
The World (the Wombe where all misdeeds are bred)
breedes in my little World such great offence ,
That my Soule , great with Sinne's deliuered
of Griefe , that gaules my bleeding Conscience:
The Mid-wife Flesh , that did the same produce,
giues it the Nurse , curst Nature , it to feede:
And fattens It with full-Breasts of Abuse;
so, Griefe growes great, with Natures grosse misdeeds
O Nature , Nurse of my Soules foule Disgrace!
├┤ World , the Nurse of that Nurse (grounds of grief )
Why doe you giue me being, time , and place
sith you doe worse then kill me with reliefe?
For, that reliefe that doth but nourish Sinne ,
Makes our Case worse, then if we ne'er had bin.
breedes in my little World such great offence ,
That my Soule , great with Sinne's deliuered
of Griefe , that gaules my bleeding Conscience:
The Mid-wife Flesh , that did the same produce,
giues it the Nurse , curst Nature , it to feede:
And fattens It with full-Breasts of Abuse;
so, Griefe growes great, with Natures grosse misdeeds
O Nature , Nurse of my Soules foule Disgrace!
├┤ World , the Nurse of that Nurse (grounds of grief )
Why doe you giue me being, time , and place
sith you doe worse then kill me with reliefe?
For, that reliefe that doth but nourish Sinne ,
Makes our Case worse, then if we ne'er had bin.
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