So cruel why be? Why delight take so foul?
An answer pray give; or else, deal out justice;
Or hope let me have to taste joy’s chalice.
My dawn! Thou dispellest my deep’ning darkness.
My light! Day with thee is all sunshine brightness.
Alas! That swift bird, boldly soaring, of mine,
My lowest fall plumbed, traced my lineage divine.165
The ignorant, wooers of trouble are, all.
“I swear,” down to “misery” read, thou poor thrall.[223]
From misery free made me thy countenance.