| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXIX. Cease, Eyes, to cherish with still flowing tears | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | CEASE, Eyes, to cherish with still flowing tears, | |
| the almost withered roots of dying grief! | |
| Dry up your running brooks! and dam your meres! | |
| and let my body die for moist relief! | |
| But DEATH is deaf! for well he knows my pain, | 5 |
| my slackless pain, hell’s horror doth exceed. | |
| There is no hell so black as her disdain! | |
| whence cares, sighs, sorrows, and all griefs do breed. | |
| Instead of sleep, when day incloistered is | |
| in dusty prison of infernal night, | 10 |
| With broad-waked eyes, I wail my miseries; | |
| and if I wink, I fear some ugly sight, | |
| Such fearful dreams do haunt my troubled mind: | |
| My Love ’s the cause, ’cause She is so unkind. | | | | |
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