| extrait du 2ème livre des Lachrimae
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| Flow my teares fall from your springs,
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| Exilde for ever: Let me morne
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| Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
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| There let me live forlorne.
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| Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
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| No nights are dark enough for those
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| That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore,
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| Light doth but shame disclose.
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| Never may my woes be relieved,
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| Since pittie is fled,
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| And teares, and sighes, and grones
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| My wearie days of all joyes have deprived.
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| From the highest spire of contentment,
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| My fortune is throwne,
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| And feare, and griefe, and paine
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| For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone.
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| Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell,
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| Learn to contemne light,
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| Happy that in hell
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| Feele not the worlds despite.
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| par contre si quelqu’un a la traduction en français cela m’interesse |