Sonet 44
Muses which sadly sit about my chayre, Drownd in the teares extorted by my lines, With heauy sighs whilst thus I breake the ayre, Paynting my passions in these sad dissignes, Since she disdaines to blesse my happy verse, The strong built Trophies to her liuing fame, Euer hence-forth my bosome be your hearse, Wherein the world shal now entombe her name, Enclose my musick you poor sencelesse walls, Sith she is deafe and will not heare my mones, Soften your selues with euery teare that falls, Whilst I like Orpheus sing to trees and stones: Which with my plaints seeme yet with pitty moued, Kinder then she who I so long haue loued.
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