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