"Inexorable": William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585-1649)

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My thoughts hold mortal strife;

I do destest my life,

And with lamenting cries,

Peace to my soul to bring,

Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:

-- But he, grim-grinning King,

Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,

Late having decked with beauty's rose his tomb,

Disdains to drop a weed, and will not come.