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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 8.

[Sleepe, gentle, spirit, in Eternall rest.]

Sleepe, gentle, spirit, in Eternall rest.
Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleepe:
Whilst I doe vent from my care-crazed brest,
Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keep:
And let my grones from out that Cauerne deepe,
With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder,
And let mine eyes an Inundation weepe,
Let sighs, grones, teares, make all the world to wonder,
I meane my little Microcosmo world,
Sigh stormes, grone thunder, weep a floud of teares:
Through eu'ry part of me, let griefe be hurld,
That whosoeuer my lamenting heares,
May mone (with me) the cause of this my Ditty,
Or if not mone with me, vouchsafe to pitty.