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SONNET 30.
[The raging sea within his limits lies]
The raging sea within his limits liesAnd with an ebbe his flowing doth discharge,
The riuers when beyond their bounds they ries,
Themselues do emptie in the Ocean large:
But my loues sea which neuer limit keepeth,
Which neuer ebs but alwaies euer floweth,
In liquid salt vnto my Chloris weepeth,
Yet frustrate are the teares which he bestoweth:
This sea which first was but a little spring
Is now so great and far beyond all reason,
That it a deluge to my thoughts doth bring,
Which ouerwhelmed hath my ioying season.
So hard and dry is my Saints cruell minde,
These waues no way in hir to sinke can finde.
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