Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
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The naufrage of my poor afflicted bark;
Then tell, but tell in words unsyllabled!
In sighs’ untunèd accents, move her to hark
Unto the tenour of thy sadder process!
Say then, “His tears (his heart’s intelligencers!)
Did intimate the griefs did him possess.
Crying, Z
I send! O these, my loves, my faith shall witness!
O these shall record loves and faith unfeignèd!
Look how my soul bathes in their innocency!
Whose dying confidence him designs unstained
Of guilty blush-note of impurity.
(O Death! Highway to Life, when Love is distained!)”
This said, if cruel She, no grace vouchsafe:
Dead, may her Gravestone be her Epitaph!
F I N I S.