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raging sea within his limits lies

And with an ebb his flowing doth discharge;

The rivers when beyond their bounds they rise,

Themselves do empty in the ocean large;

But my love's sea which never limit keepeth,

Which never ebbs but always ever floweth,

In liquid salt unto my Chloris weepeth,

Yet frustrate are the tears which he bestoweth.

This sea which first was but a little spring

Is now so great and far beyond all reason,

That it a deluge to my thoughts doth bring,

Which overwhelmed hath my joying season.

So hard and dry is my saint's cruel mind,

These waves no way in her to sink can find.