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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXVI. The love-hurt heart, which tyrant Cupid wounds
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
THE LOVE-HURT heart, which tyrant CUPID wounds,
  (proudly insulting o’er his conquered prey)
Doth bleed afresh where pleasure most abounds:
  for Mirth and Mourning always make a fray.
Look, as a bird sore bruisèd with a blow        5
  (lately dividing notes most sweetly singing),
To hear her fellows, how in tunes they flow,
  doth droop and pine, as though her knell were ringing.
The heavy-thoughted prisoner, full of doubt,
  dolefully sitting in a close-barred cage,        10
Is half contented; till he looketh out.
  he sees each free: then storms he in a rage!
The sight of Pleasure trebleth every pain;
As small brooks swell, and are enraged with rain.

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