The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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21. Sonet, Made at the Author's beeing in Bourdeaux. |
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21. Sonet, Made at the Author's beeing in Bourdeaux.
Thou Sunne, those trees, this earth, faire riuer cleere,Vouchsafe t'attend my pittious plaints, alasse,
And if remorse of a distressed case
Can plead for pitty, listen oh to heare!
Then be reporters to my fairest faire,
To Phœnix Cælia of my restlesse paines.
This ages glory, whom the North retaines,
Inclos'd by Neptune for his darling there,
But ah! those trees, this earth cannot remooue,
And Phœbus feares her rayes shall dim his pride,
And if this riuer should my complaint guide,
Then Neptune would grow iealous of his loue,
So that I craue all these supports in vaine,
I plagu'd alone, alone must beare my paine.
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