| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXVIII. Weary with serving, where I naught could get | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | WEARY with serving, where I naught could get; | |
| I thought to cross great NEPTUNE’s greatest seas, | |
| To live in exile: but my drift was let | |
| by cruel Fortune, spiteful of such ease. | |
| The ship I had to pass in, was my Mind; | 5 |
| greedy Desire was topsail of the same, | |
| My Tears were surges, Sighs did serve for wind, | |
| of all my ship, Despair was chiefest frame; | |
| Sorrow was Master, Care, the cable rope; | |
| Grief was the mainmast, Love, the captain of it; | 10 |
| He that did rule the helm was foolish Hope, | |
| but Beauty was the rock that my ship split, | |
| Which since hath made such shipwreck of my Joy, | |
| That still I swim in th’ ocean of Annoy. | | | | |
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