| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diella | | Sonnet XXXIII. Thinking to close my over-watchèd eyes | | Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601) |
| | | THINKING to close my over-watchèd eyes, | |
| and stop the sluice of their uncessant flowing; | |
| I laid me down; when each one ’gan to rise: | |
| new risen Sol his flame-like countenance shewing. | |
| But Grief, though drowsy ever, yet never sleeps; | 5 |
| but still admits fresh intercourse of thought: | |
| Duly the passage of each hour he keeps, | |
| nor would he suffer me with sleep be caught. | |
| Some broken slumbers, MORPHEUS had lent | |
| (who greatly pitièd my want of rest); | 10 |
| Whereat my heart, a thousand thanks him sent: | |
| and vowed, to serve him he was ready prest. | |
| Let restless nights, days, hours do their spite; | |
| I’ll love her still! and Love for me shall fight! | | | | |
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