by: Philip Massinger
- HY art thou
slow, thou rest of trouble, Death,
- To stop a wretch's breath,
- That calls on thee, and offers her sad heart
- A prey unto thy dart?
- I am nor young nor fair; be, therefore, bold:
- Sorrow hath made me old,
- Deformed, and wrinkled; all that I can crave
- Is quiet in my grave.
- Such as live happy, hold long life a jewel;
- But to me thou art cruel,
- If thou end not my tedious misery
- And I soon cease to be.
- Strike, and strike home, then; pity unto me,
- In one short hour's delay, is tyranny.
POEMS BY PHILIP MASSINGER
'Death Invoked' was originally published
in The Emperor of the East (1631).