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Wroth Poem - F54 - O stay mine eyes, shed nott thes fruitles teares

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47.

O stay mine eyes, shed nott thes fruitles teares
    ſince hope is past to win you back againe
    that treaſure wch beeing lost breeds all yor paine,
    ceaſe from this poore betraying of yor feares,

Think this to childish is, for wher griefe reares
    ſoe high a powre, for ſuch a wreched gaine;
    ſighs, nor laments should thus bee spent in vaine:
    true ſorrow, neuer outward wayling beares;

Bee rul'd by mee, keepe all the rest in store,
    till noe roome is that may containe one more,
    then in that ſea of teares, drowne haples mee,

And I'le prouide ſuch store of ſighs as part
    shalbee enough to breake the strongest hart,
    This dunn, wee shall from torments freed bee
47.

O stay mine eyes, shed not these fruitless tears
    Since hope is past to win you back again
    That treasure which, being lost, breeds all your pain;
    Cease from this poor betraying of your fears,

Think this too childish is, for where grief rears
    So high a power for such a wretched gain,
    Sighs, nor laments, should thus be spent in vain:
    True sorrow, never outward wailing bears;

Be ruled by me, keep all the rest in store,
    Till no room is that may contain one more,
    Then in that sea of tears, drown hapless me,

And I'll provide such store of sighs as part
    Shall be enough to break the strongest heart.
    This done, we shall from torments freed be.


Tears are prominent throughout the sonnet tradition, as in AS 100: 'O tears! no tears, but rain, from Beauties skies', here again they are subject to Pamphilia's desire to conceal her emotions.
47.

O Stay mine eyes, ſhed not theſe fruitleſſe teares,
    Since hope is paſt to win you back againe,
    That treaſure which being loſt breeds all your paine;
    Ceaſe from this poore betraying of your feares.

Thinke this too childiſh is, for where griefe reares
    So high a powre for ſuch a wretched gaine:
    Sighes nor laments ſhould thus be ſpent in vaine;
    True ſorrow neuer outward wailing beares.

Be rul'd by me, keepe all the reſt in ſtore,
    Till no roome is that may containe one more;
    Then in that Sea of teares drowne hapleſſe me,

And Ile prouide ſuch ſtore of ſighes, as part
    Shall be enough to breake the ſtrongeſt heart:
    This done, we ſhall from torments freed be.
47.

O stay mine eyes, shed not these fruitless tears
    Since hope is past to win you back again
    That treasure which, being lost, breeds all your pain;
    Cease from this poor betraying of your fears,

Think this too childish is, for where grief rears
    So high a power for such a wretched gain,
    Sighs, nor laments, should thus be spent in vain:
    True sorrow, never outward wailing bears;

Be ruled by me, keep all the rest in store,
    Till no room is that may contain one more,
    Then in that sea of tears, drown hapless me,

And I'll provide such store of sighs as part
    Shall be enough to break the strongest heart.
    This done, we shall from torments freed be.



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