A VALEDI OF WEEPING.
LET me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face s them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mihey are something worth.
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee ;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more ;
When a tear falls, that thou fallst which it bore ;
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, lay
An Europe, Afrid an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.
So doth each tear,
Which thee doth wear,
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mixd with mine do overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
O ! more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere ;
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon ;
Let not the wind
Example find
To do me more harm than it purposeth :
Sihou and I sigh one anothers breath,
Whhs most is cruellest, an……（内容加载失败！）
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