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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
IV. Inevitable
‘O Sorrow, alas, sith Sorrow is thy name’
By Thomas Sackville, Earl of Dorset (1536–1608)
From ‘The Induction’

O SORROW, alas, sith Sorrow is thy name,
And that to thee this drear doth well pertain,
In vain it were to seek to cease the same:
But, as a man himself with sorrow slain,
So I, alas, do comfort thee in pain,        5
That here in sorrow art foresunk so deep
That, at thy sight, I can but sigh and weep.
‘Lo here,’ quoth Sorrow; ‘Princes of renown,
That whilom sat on top of fortune’s wheel,
Now laid full low, like wretches whirlèd down,        10
Ev’n with one frown, that stay’d but with a smile:
And now behold the thing that thou erewhile
Saw only in thought; and what thou now shalt hear,
Recount the same to kesar, king, and peer.’

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