Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DiellaSonnet XIII. Breathing forth sighs of most heart-breaking might
Richard Linche (fl. 15961601)[The same number is repeated, a kind of double Sonnet on the same thought, being attempted. ]
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my tears, my sighs, and me, you will despise!
I know, when with the power that in me lies,
and all the prayers and vows that women move,
I shall in humblest mercy-moving wise,
intreat, beseech, desire, and beg your love:
I know, sweet Maiden! all will not remove
flint-hearted rigour from your rocky breast!
But all my means, my suit, and what I prove,
prove bad, and I must live in all unrest.
Dying in life, and living still in death,
And yet nor die, nor draw a life-like breath.