| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXVI. The love-hurt heart, which tyrant Cupid wounds | | Richard Linche (fl. 15961601) |
| | | THE LOVE-HURT heart, which tyrant CUPID wounds, | |
| (proudly insulting oer his conquered prey) | |
| Doth bleed afresh where pleasure most abounds: | |
| for Mirth and Mourning always make a fray. | |
| Look, as a bird sore bruisèd with a blow | 5 |
| (lately dividing notes most sweetly singing), | |
| To hear her fellows, how in tunes they flow, | |
| doth droop and pine, as though her knell were ringing. | |
| The heavy-thoughted prisoner, full of doubt, | |
| dolefully sitting in a close-barred cage, | 10 |
| Is half contented; till he looketh out. | |
| he sees each free: then storms he in a rage! | |
| The sight of Pleasure trebleth every pain; | |
| As small brooks swell, and are enraged with rain. | | | | |
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