NPM: Madrigal: My Thoughts Hold Mortal Strife

This madrigal is by William Drummond of Hawthornden, who wrote in late 16th-early 17th centuries. I always think of real madrigals as cheerful, but in fact the term refers to the form, not the content. This one? Not so cheery.

Madrigal: My Thoughts Hold Mortal Strife

My thoughts hold mortal strife,
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries,
Peace to my soul to bring,
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize;
But he, grim-grinning king,
Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise,
     Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
     Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.