On
my
leaving
London
,
June
the
29.
What
cross
impetuous
Planets
govern
me
,
That
I'm
thus
hurry'd
on
to
Misery
;
I
thought
I
had
been
bless'd
,
a
while
ago
,
But
one
quick
push
,
plung'd
me
all
o'er
in
Woe
.
My
cruel
Fate
,
doth
act
the
Tyrant's
part
,
And
doth
Torment
me
,
with
a
lingering
smart
;
To
make
me
sensible
of
greater
Pain
,
Lets
me
take
Breath
,
then
screws
the
Rack
again
:
Ah
!
where's
the
Joy
,
of
such
precarious
Bliss
,
That
for
one
smiling
short
Parenthesis
;
I
must
such
tedious
horrid
Pangs
indure
,
And
neither
State
,
will
either
kill
or
cure
.
With
all
Submission
,
I
my
Fate
implore
,
Destroy
me
quite
,
or
else
Torment
no
more
;
At
least
let
not
one
glimps
of
Joy
appear
,
It
only
makes
my
Sufferings
more
severe
.
No
,
here
I'll
Rule
,
not
sue
to
you
for
this
,
You
cannot
tantalize
me
now
with
Bliss
;
For
when
you
took
,
my
Father's
love
away
,
Perverse
as
you
,
I'd
not
let
others
stay
:
I
was
not
so
insensibly
undone
,
To
hoord
up
Counters
,
when
my
Gold
was
gone
.
Plunder'd
of
all
,
I
now
forsake
the
Place
,
Where
all
my
Joys
,
and
all
my
Treasure
was
,
Ah
do
not
now
,
my
wandering
Footsteeps
Trace
;
I
left
the
Town
,
and
all
Divertisement
,
And
in
a
lonely
Village
am
content
.
Nor
do
I
ask
to
be
remov'd
from
hence
,
Tho'
Man
and
Beast
,
are
both
of
equal
Sense
:
I
had
not
fled
,
but
strongly
forc'd
by
you
,
In
hast
bid
Mother
,
Sisters
sad
adieu
.
I
saw
them
last
of
all
I
knew
in
Town
,
Yet
all
alike
to
me
are
Strangers
grown
;
I
almost
have
forgot
I
e'er
was
there
,
And
the
sad
Accidents
that
brought
me
here
.
Ah
Fate
!
pursue
me
not
in
this
Retreat
,
Let
me
be
quiet
in
this
humble
Seat
:
Let
not
my
Friends
know
where
to
send
to
me
,
Lest
I
grow
pleas'd
with
their
Civility
.
I'd
fain
live
unconcern'd
,
not
pleas'd
nor
cross'd
,
And
be
to
all
the
busy
World
as
lost
.