| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XLII. Die, die my Hopes! for you do but augment | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | DIE, die my Hopes! for you do but augment | |
| The burning accents of my deep despair; | |
| Disdain and scorn, your downfall do consent: | |
| Tell to the World, She is unkind, yet fair. | |
| O Eyes, close up those ever-running fountains! | 5 |
| For pitiless are all the tears you shed; | |
| Wherewith you watered have both dales and mountains. | |
| I see, I see remorse from her is fled. | |
| Pack hence, ye Sighs, into the empty air! | |
| Into the air that none your sound may hear. | 10 |
| Sith cruel CHLORIS hath of you no care | |
| (Although she once esteemèd you full dear); | |
| Let sable night all your disgraces cover! | |
| Yet truer sighs were never sighed by lover. | | | | |
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