I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it...
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man,In every Infants cry of fear,In every voice: in every...