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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Chloris
Sonnet XVI. Which I pour forth unto a cruel Saint
William Smith (fl. 1596)
 
WHICH I pour forth unto a cruel Saint,
Who merciless my prayers doth attend:
Who tiger-like doth pity my complaint;
And never unto my woes will lend.
  But still false hope despairing life deludes;        5
And tells my fancy I shall grace obtain.
But CHLORIS fair, my orisons concludes
With fearful frowns, presagers of my pain.
  Thus do I spend the weary wandering day,
Oppressèd with a chaos of heart’s grief:        10
Thus I consume the obscure night away,
Neglecting sleep which brings all cares relief.
  Thus I pass my lingering life in woe:
  But when my bliss will come, I do not know!
 
 
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