Sonnet XLIII. Long haue I swome against the wished waue

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

LONG haue I swome against the wished waue,

But now constrained by a lothsome life:

I greedilie doe seeke the greedie graue,

To make an end of all these stormes and strife.

Sweete death giue end to my tormenting woes,

And let my passions penetrate thy brest:

Suffer my heart which doth such griefes inclose

By timelie fates inioie eternall rest.

Let me not dwell in dole sith thou maist ease me,

Let me not languish in such endles durance:

One happie stroke of thy sad hand will please me,

Please me good death it is thy procurance.

To end my harts griefe (heart shee did abhorre thee)

O hast thee gentle death I linger for thee.