Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet C
O teares! no teares, but raine, from Beauties skies, Making those lillies and those roses growe, Which ay most faire, now more then most faire shew, While gracefull Pitty Beautie beautifies. O honied sighs! which from that breast do rise, Whose pants do make vnspilling creame to flow, Wing'd with whose breath, so pleasing Zephires blow. As might refresh the hell where my soule fries. O plaints! conseru'd in such a sugred phrase, That Eloquence itself enuies your praise, While sobd-out words a perfect musike giue. Such teares, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but ioy: Or if such heauenly signes must proue annoy, All mirth farewell, let me in sorrow liue.
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