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An excellent Sonnet, wherein the lover exclaimeth against DETRACTION, being the principal cause of all his care.

To the tune When Cupid scalèd first the fort.

[A Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant Inventions.]

Pass forth in doleful dumps, my verse! Thy master's heavy haps unfold! His grizzled grief each heart well pierce! Display his woes! Fear not, be bold!

Hid whole in heaps of heaviness, His dismal days are almost spent; For Fate, which forged this fickleness, My youthly years with tears hath sprent.

I loathe the ling'ring life I led. O wishèd DEATH! why stay'st thy hand? Sith gladsome joys away be fled, And linked I am in DOLOUR'S band.

In welt'ring waves my ship is tost, My shattering sails away be shorn: My anchor from the stern is lost, And tacklings from the mainyards torn.