Diella Certaine Sonnets, adioyned to the amorous Poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura |
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Sonnet. XXIX.
[Cease eyes to cherrish with stil-flowing teares]
Cease eyes to cherrish with stil-flowing tearesthe almost witherd rootes of dying griefe,
Dry vp your running Brooks, & dam your meares,
and let my body die for moist reliefe,
But death is deaffe, for well he knowes my paine,
my slakelesse payne hells horror doth exceede,
There is no hell so blacke as her disdaine
whence cares, sighes, sorrowes, and all griefes do breed,
In steede of sleep, (when day incloistred is
in dustie pryson of infernall Night)
With broad-wakt eyes I waile my miseries,
and if I winke, I feare some vgly sight;
Such fearefull dreames do haunt my troubled mind,
My Loue's the cause, cause shee is so vnkind.
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