| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XV. These weeping Truce-men shew I living languish | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | THESE weeping Truce-men shew I living languish; | |
| My woeful wailings tell my discontent: | |
| Yet CHLORIS nought esteemeth of mine anguish; | |
| My thrilling throbs, her heart cannot relent. | |
| My kids to hear the rhymes and roundelays, | 5 |
| Which I, on wasteful hills, was wont to sing, | |
| Did more delight than lark in summer days: | |
| Whole echo made the neighbour groves to ring. | |
| But now my flock, all drooping, bleats and cries; | |
| Because my Pipe, the author of their sport, | 10 |
| All rent, and torn, and unrespected, lies: | |
| Their lamentations do my cares consort. | |
| They cease to feed, and listen to the plaint; | |
| Which I pour forth unto a cruel Saint. | | | | |
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