Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet V. You Fauns and Silvans, when my Chloris brings
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Her flocks to water in your pleasant plains,
Solicit her to pity C
The smart whereof, for her, he still sustains.
For she is ruthless of my woeful song.
My oaten reed she not delights to hear.
O C
Who loves thee better than his own heart dear.
The flames of Etna are not half so hot
As is the fire which thy disdain hath bred.
Ah, cruel Fates! why do you then besot
Poor C
Either cause cruel C
Or let me die upon the wound she sent!