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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet LX. O let me sigh, weep, wail, and cry no more
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
O LET me sigh, weep, wail, and cry no more;
Or let me sigh, weep, wail, cry more and more!
Yea, let me sigh, weep, wail, cry evermore;
For She doth pity my complaints no more
Than cruel Pagan or the savage Moor:        5
But still doth add unto my torments more;
Which grievous are to me by so much more
As She inflicts them, and doth wish them more.
O let thy mercy, Merciless! be never more!
So shall sweet death to me be welcome, more        10
Than is to hungry beasts the grassy moor,
As She that to affliction, adds yet more,
Becomes more cruel by still adding more!
Weary am I to speak of this word “more”;
Yet never weary She, to plague me more!        15

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