Daphnaïda.
I hate the fire, becauſe to nought it flyes,
I hate the Ayre, becauſe ſighes of it be,
I hate the Sea, becauſe it teares ſupplyes.
I hate the day, becauſe it lendeth light
To ſee all things, and not my loue to ſee:
I hate the darkneſſe and the drery night,
Becauſe they breed ſad balefulneſſe in mee:
I hate all times, becauſe all times doo flye
So faſt away, and may not ſtayed bee,
But as a ſpeedie poſt that paſſeth by.
I hate to ſpeake, my voyce is ſpent with crying:
I hate to heare, lowd plaints haue duld mine eares:
I hate to taſt, for food withholds my dying:
I hate to ſee, mine eyes are dimd with teares:
I hate to ſmell, no ſweet on earth is left:
I hate to feele, my fleſh is numbd with feares:
So all my ſenſes from me are bereft.
I hate all men, and ſhun all womankinde;
The one becauſe as I they wretched are,
The other for becauſe I doo not finde
My loue with them, that wont to be their Starre:
And life I hate, becauſe it will not laſt,
And death I hate, becauſe it life doth marre,
And all I hate, that is to come or paſt.
So all the world, and all in it I hate,
Becauſe it changeth euer too and fro,
And neuer ſtandeth in one certaine ſtate,
But ſtill vnſtedfaſt round about doth goe,
Like a Mill wheele, in midſt of miſerie,
