William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
To CynthiaSir Francis Kynaston (15871642)
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Nor do not waste in vain,
Upon thy mother’s earthy bed,
Thy tears of silver rain.
By wat’ring will bring forth
A flower like thee, or will give birth
To one of the like worth.
Or from the clouded air,
Doth make the earth to fructify,
And makes the heaven more fair.
Which if once overcast,
It thou rain down thy showers of woe,
They, like the Sirens’, blast.
Thy fair serenest day,
Weep not, my sighs shall be allowed
To chase the storm away.
If cut by chance do weep,
Doth bear no grapes to make the wine,
But feels eternal sleep.