Sinetes passions vppon his fortunes offered for an incense at the shrine of the ladies which guided his distempered thoughtes. The patrons patheticall posies, sonets, maddrigals, and rowndelayes. Together with Sinetes dompe. By Robert Parry Gent.
Parry, Robert, fl. 1540-1612.
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POSIE. V. The dittie to Sospiros.

THe wound of hart doth cause my fighes to spring
And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore,
This sore of heatt doth woefull tidings bring,
That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore:
O fighes why doe you rise and take no rest,
O heart why art thou thus with them possest.
My heart in selfe it selfe would pine away,
if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse,
This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie,
The greatest griefe in now my greatest blisse:
The night I grone the day I teare my heart,
I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart 〈◊〉
When minde and thought are clogged with their car•…,
And that my heart is readie for to breake,
Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares,
•…nd heart to them replies that it is weake.
•…et af•…r sighes the heart is some-what glad,
•…s without sower the sweete is neuer had.
Page  [unnumbered] My wish and will for succour doe aspire,
Vnto the seate of my endeered trust,
But want and woe ensuing my desire,
My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must:
Yet wish I must and well I may delight,
Though sighes for wants and woes doe me affright.
These sighes Ile entertertaine though they me noy,
For they doe like the cause from where they rise,
They bring in post newes of my mynded ioy,
And as they passe they message me no lies:
And yet they leaue behinde them such a want,
That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant,
O will you neuer cease me sighes to grieue,
And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose,
Let me some respite haue, hart to relieue,
Lest that your selues and you fullie lose:
Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will,
Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill.