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SONNET 20.
[Yee wastefull woods beare witnes of my woe]
Yee wastefull woods beare witnes of my woe,Wherein my plaints did oftentimes abound:
Yee carelesse birds my sorrowes well do knoe,
They in your songs were wont to make a sound.
Thou pleasant spring canst record likewise beare
Of my designes and sad disparagment,
When thy transparent billowes mingled weare
With those downfals which from mine eies were sent.
The eccho of my still-lamenting cries,
From hallow vaults in treble voice resoundeth,
And then into the emptie aire it flies,
And backe againe from whence it came reboundeth.
That Nimphe vnto my clamors doth replie,
Being likewise scornd in loue as well as I.
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