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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XV. No sooner leaves Hyperion, Thetis’ bed
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
NO sooner leaves HYPERION, THETIS’ bed,
  and mounts his coach to post from thence away;
Richly adorning fair LEUCOTHEA’s head,
  giving to mountains, tincture from his ray:
But straight I rise, where I could find no rest,        5
  where visions and fantasies appear;
And when, with small ado, my body ’s dresst,
  abroad I walk, to think upon my Dear!
Where, under umbrage of some agèd tree,
  with lute in hand I sit and, sighing, say,        10
“Sweet groves, tell forth with echo, what you see!
  good trees, bear witness, who is my decay!
And thou, my soul, speak! speak what rest I have,
When each our joy’s despair doth make me rave!”

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