 Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age!...  The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review - Page 312edited by - 1808Full view - About this book
 | D. H. Rawlinson - Literary Criticism - 1968 - 254 pages
...child of my right hand, and joy; My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy, Seven yeeres thou'wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on...lose all father, now. For why Will man lament the state he should envie? To have so soon scap'd worlds, and fleshes rage, And, if no other miserie, yet... | |
 | Barbara Herrnstein Smith - Literary Criticism - 1968 - 307 pages
...thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy, Seven yeares tho' wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I loose all father, now. For why 5 Will man lament the state he should envie? To have so soone scap'd... | |
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