Are we slowly getting spurned into the misfortunes of life? Are these instances of death, war, betrayal, or jealousy, mere phases of life, or are they life itself? Can we escape, or are we trapped in this nail biting, eerie labyrinth, from which there is no relief until our last… O! Woeful Poesy is a treasure trove, provides such doleful delirium to its readers that it would make them numb, much after the poems are read.
Are we slowly getting spurned into the misfortunes of life? Are these instances of death, war, betrayal, or jealousy, mere phases of life, or are they life itself? Can we escape, or are we trapped in this nail biting, eerie labyrinth, from which there is no relief until our last… O! Woeful Poesy is a treasure trove, provides such doleful delirium to its readers that it would make them numb, much after the poems are read.