"Inexorable": William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585-1649)
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My thoughts hold mortal strife;
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I do destest my life,
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And with lamenting cries,
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Peace to my soul to bring,
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Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
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-- But he, grim-grinning King,
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Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
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Late having decked with beauty's rose his tomb,
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Disdains to drop a weed, and will not come.