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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXV. Rough storms have calms, lopt boughs do grow again
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
ROUGH storms have calms, lopt boughs do grow again;
  the naked Winter is reclothed by Spring;
No year so dry but there doth fall some rain:
  Nature is kind, save me, to everything.
Only my griefs do never end nor cease!        5
  no ebb doth follow my still-flowing tears!
My sighs are storms, which never can appease
  their furious blasts, procured by endless cares!
Then Sighs and Sobs tell TANTALUS, “he’s blest!”
  go fly to TITIUS, tell him “he hath pleasure!”        10
So tell IXION “though his wheel ne’er rest;
  his pains are sports, imposèd with some measure!”
Bid them be patient! bid them look on me,
And they shall see the Map of Misery.

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