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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
The Tears of Fancie
Sonnet LVI. Were words dissolued to sighs, sighs into teares
Thomas Watson (1555–1592)
WERE words dissolued to sighs, sighs into teares,
And eurie teare to torments of the mind:
The minds distresse into those deadly feares,
That find more death than death it selfe can find
VVere all the woes of all the world in one,        5
Sorrow and death set downe in all their pride:
Yet were they insufficient to bemone,
The restles horrors that my hart doth hide.
Where blacke dispaire doth feede on euerie thought,
And deepe dispaire is cause of endles griefe:        10
Where euerie sense with sorrowes ouer-wrought,
Liues but in death dispairing of reliefe.
Whilst thus my heart with loues plague torne asunder,
May of the world be cald the wofull wonder.

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