The tears of Fancie or, Loue Disdained |
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Sonnet. 36.
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 | The tears of Fancie |  |
Sonnet. 36.
[My waterie eies let fall no trickling teares]
My waterie eies let fall no trickling teares,But flouds that ouer flow abundantly:
VVhose spring and fountaine first in forst by feares,
Doth drowne my hart in waues of misery.
My voice is like vnto the raging wind,
VVhich roareth still and neuer is at rest:
The diuers thoughts that tumble in my minde,
Are restlesse like the wheele that wherles alway.
The smokie sighes that boyle out of my brest,
Are farre vnlike to those which others vse:
For Louers sighes sometimes doe take their rest,
And lends their minds a little space to muse.
But mine are like vnto the surging seas,
VVhom tempest calme nor quiet can appease.
| The tears of Fancie | |