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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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