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Sonnet. 7.
[VVeep heart, weepe eyes, weep my vnable pen]
VVeep heart, weepe eyes, weep my vnable pen,
In teares of blood, of water, and Inke:
With bread of sorrow, and afflictions drinke
I liue, for I haue lost a man of men.
Yet heart, eyes, pen, dry vp your teares agen,
He is not lost, he's rather new found:
Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den,
And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd,
Then hart, eies pen no more with teares be drownd
Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer:
Yet this againe my comfort doth confound,
Hee's lost to mee, and I shall find him neuer.
Then weep Muse, heart, eies, pen, lament and weep:
My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe.
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