Made at the Authors Beeing in Bourdeaux, Sonet 21 -
T H ou Sunne, those trees, this earth, faire riuer cleere,
Vouchsafe t'attend my pittious plaints, alasse,
And if remorse of a distressed case
Can plead for pitty, listen on to heare!
Then be reporters to my fairest faire,
To Phaenix Caelia of my restlesse paines.
This ages glory, whom the North retaines,
Inclos'd by Neptune for his darling there,
But ah! those trees, this earth cannot remooue,
And Phaebus feares her rayes shall dim his pride,
And if this riuer should my complaint guide,
Then Neptune would grow iealous of his loue,
So that I craue all these supports in vaine,
I plagu'd alone, alone must beare my paine.
Vouchsafe t'attend my pittious plaints, alasse,
And if remorse of a distressed case
Can plead for pitty, listen on to heare!
Then be reporters to my fairest faire,
To Phaenix Caelia of my restlesse paines.
This ages glory, whom the North retaines,
Inclos'd by Neptune for his darling there,
But ah! those trees, this earth cannot remooue,
And Phaebus feares her rayes shall dim his pride,
And if this riuer should my complaint guide,
Then Neptune would grow iealous of his loue,
So that I craue all these supports in vaine,
I plagu'd alone, alone must beare my paine.
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