Classic Poem

This Weather's like my troubled Minde and Eyes:
the one , being sad; the other , full of Teares:
And, as Winde oft the often Showrings dryes:
so, Sighes my Teares dry vp, and kindle Cares .

Sighes please, and paine the displeas'd painfull Heart,
they please in giuing vent to Griefes vp pent;
And yet the Heart , they ease , they cause to smart :
so, Griefes encrease as Sighes doe giue them vent.

But were my Minde thus sad but for my Crimes ,
and mine Eyes turn'd to Teares for cause so deare .
Or, did my Heart for that sith often- times ,
my Sighes , my Teares , my Sadnesse blessed were:
But tis, sith Hope , my Ship , through Fates crosse-waue,
Now grates vpon the Grauell of my Graue .