The aim of Transcribe Georgian Papers is to produce useable text documents of the manuscript materials and not critical editions. Please be aware this document may contain errors in the transcription.
Found an error? Please report errors and issues in the transcription to transcribegpp@wm.edu.
Seem to me all the uses of this world! Oh fie! Oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank & gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! nay - not so much -, not two So excellent a thing, that was to this, Hyperion to a Satyr: - so loving to my Mother That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. - Heaven and Earth! Must I remember? - why she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. - and yet - within a month - Let me not think on't; - Frailty, thy name is Woman! A little Month! - or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body Like Niobe - all tears - why she - even she - Oh heaven! - a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer. -- married with my Uncle, My father's Brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month -- E'er yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her gaul'd Eyes She married. -- Oh most wicked speed -
