| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XII. Cease eyes to weep, sith none bemoans your weeping! | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | CEASE eyes to weep, sith none bemoans your weeping! | |
| Leave off, good Muse, to sound the cruel name | |
| Of my love’s Queen! which hath my heart in keeping; | |
| Yet of my love doth make a jesting game. | |
| Long hath my sufferance laboured to enforce | 5 |
| One pearl of pity from her pretty eyes; | |
| Whilst I, with restless oceans of remorse, | |
| Bedew the banks where my fair CHLORIS lies, | |
| Where my fair CHLORIS bathes her tender skin; | |
| And doth triumph to see such rivers fall | 10 |
| From those moist springs, which never dry have been | |
| Since she their honour hath detained in thrall. | |
| And still she scorns one favouring smile to show | |
| Unto those waves proceeding from my woe. | | | | |
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