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SONNET 15.
[These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish]
These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish,My wofull wailings tels my discontent,
Yet Chloris nought esteemeth of mine anguish,
My thrilling throbs hir hart cannot relent.
My Kids to heare, the rimes and round delaies
Which I on wastefull hils was wont to sing:
Did more delight then Larke in sommer daies,
Whose eccho made the neighbour groues to ring.
But now my flocke all drooping bleates and cries,
Bicause my pipe the author of their sport,
All rent and torne, and vnrespected lies,
Their lamentations do my cares consort.
They cease to feede and listen to the plaint,
Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint.
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