Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DiellaSonnet XI. What She can be so cruel as my Love
Richard Linche (fl. 15961601)W
or bear a heart so pitiless as She?
Whom love, looks, words, tears, prayers do not move;
nor sighs, nor vows prevail to pity me.
She calls my love, “a S
“my looks,” she saith, “are like the crocodile’s!”
“My words the Sirens sing, with guileful art!”
tears, “C
But my poor heart hath no interpreter
but love, looks, words, tears, prayers, sighs, or vows!
Then must it die! sith She, my comforter,
whate’er I do, nor liketh, nor allows.
With T
With steel-twigged rods, thus tyrant C