Sinetes (1597) :: :: University of Virginia Library

Leaue soule to mourne for that which hath no cure,
Yt is in vaine to striue against the winde,
Set vp thy rest; that nothing can endure,
In such extreames, except it be assignd,
By th'mperiall powers that guide the starrs,
To trie thee here that sende such deadly warrs.

These miseries vn-thought approch'd the place,
Where first I ken'd the perrill which ensu'd,
But all to late: for then did hope deface,
My passed ioyes which heauenly I view'd:
Looking astance on that which came behinde,
My heart pen'd vp in sorrowes fould I finde.

You Ladies then the Nurses of my hope,
Which may asswage the swelling of my minde,
Affoorde vnto my captiue soule some scope,
Whome to your wills is willingly inclin'd,
With firme repose of vncontrouled thought,
Whoe, but your dome, accounteth all for nought.

By Phebvs beames, is cherished ech wight,
By Phebvs beames, the dead obtaineth life,
When Atrop cutts (which is our ioyes delight)
The twisted twine with stroke of fatall kniffe:
Can you not then helpe dead to life againe,
And comfort yeild that Phebvs beames retaine.