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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XVII. The sun-scorched seaman, when he sees the seas
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
THE SUN-SCORCHED seaman, when he sees the seas,
  all in a fury, hoist him to the sky;
And throw him down again, as waves do please,
  (so chasèd clouds, from ÆOL’s mastiffs fly!)
In such distress, provideth with great speed        5
  all means to save him from the tempest’s rage:
He shews his wit, in such like time of need,
  the big swoll’n billows’ fury to assuage.
But foolish I, althouth I see my death,
  and feel her proud disdain too feelingly        10
(Which me of all felicity bereaveth):
  yet seek no means t’ escape this misery.
So am I charmed with heart-enchanting beauty,
That still to wail, I think it is my duty.

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