"My pain, still smother'd in my grieved brest" by Mary Wroth. In Mary Wroth's poem, the speaker is confronted with her relationship's fading love and lover's infidelity. She says, "Like to a ship on Goodwines cast by wind, / The more she strives, more deep in sand is pressed / Till she be lost." While the speaker finds solidarity on her faith to her husband, her lost love is simultaneously destroying her as well.
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