| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | 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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