Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
It passeth fickle Fortune’s power and skill
To force my heart to think thee any ill.
No Fortune base, thou sayest, shall alter thee?
And may so blind a witch so conquer me?
No, no, my Pug, though Fortune were not blind,
Assure thyself she could not rule my mind.
Fortune, I know, sometimes doth conquer kings,
And rules and reigns on earth and earthly things,
But never think Fortune can bear the sway
If virtue watch, and will her not obey.
Ne chose I thee by fickle Fortune’s rede,
Ne she shall force me alter with such speed
But if to try this mistress’ jest with thee.
Pull up thy heart, suppress thy brackish tears,
Torment thee not, but put away thy fears.
Dead to all joys and living unto woe,
Slain quite by her that ne’er gave wise men blow,
Revive again and live without all dread,
The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed.
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First off i think this is rather humorous than mournful. It is a mournful poem yes, but tis quite a joke. The first line...Pugs are cute and cuddly, it just makes you happy even though the poem is so dark. This is a great example of posers. Queen Elizabeth I was the queen of England, she really had nothing to worry about, and she is writing this dark poetry. Its like how kids listen to mainstream music and then call a metalhead emo while right now the mainstream music is emo. Or like when a really popular girl that has a great family is writing dark poetry. This poem should be decimated from existence. Except for the pug =3>
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