My thoughts hold mortal strife, <br /> I do detest my life, <br /> And with lamenting cries, <br /> Peace to my soul to bring, <br /> Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; <br /> But he, grim-grinning king, <br /> Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, <br /> Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, <br /> Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.<br /><br />William Drummond (of Hawthornden)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madrigal-my-thoughts-hold-mortal-strife/
