| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XI. O Come Quickly Madrigal | | By William Drummond of Hawthornden (15851649) |
| | | MY thoughts hold mortal strife; | |
| I do detest my life, | |
| And with lamenting cries | |
| Peace to my soul to bring | |
| Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: | 5 |
| But he, grim-grinning King, | |
| Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, | |
| Late having deckt with beautys rose his tomb, | |
| Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. | | | | |
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