| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Fidessa | | Sonnet XXX. Weep now no more, mine eyes; but be you drowned | | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| | | WEEP now no more, mine eyes; but be you drowned | |
| In your own tears, so many years distilled! | |
| And let her know, that at them long hath frowned, | |
| That you can weep no more, although She willed, | |
| This hap, her cruelty hath her allotten, | 5 |
| Who whilom was Commandress of each part; | |
| That, now, her proper griefs must be forgotten, | |
| By those true outward signs of inward smart. | |
| For how can he, that hath not one tear left him, | |
| Stream out those floods that’re due unto her moaning; | 10 |
| When, both of eyes and tears She hath bereft him? | |
| O yet I’ll signify my grief with groaning! | |
| True sighs, true groans shall echo in the air | |
| And say, “FIDESSA, though most cruel, is most fair!” | | | | |
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