| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet IX. Blot not thy beauty (Fairest, yet unkind!) | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | BLOT not thy beauty (Fairest, yet unkind!) | |
| with cruel usage of a yielding heart! | |
| The stoutest Captain scorns such bloody mind: | |
| then mingle mercy, where thou causedst smart! | |
| Let him not die, in his May-springing days! | 5 |
| that living, vows to honour thee for ever. | |
| Shine forth some pity from thy sun-like rays! | |
| that hard-frozed hate may so dissolve and sever! | |
| O were thou not much harder than a flint, | |
| thou hadst ere this, been melted into love! | 10 |
| In firmest stone, small rain doth make a print: | |
| but seas of tears cannot thy hardness move! | |
| Then, wretched I, must die before my time! | |
| Blasted and spoilèd in my budding prime. | | | | |
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