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Light Sonnets hence and to loose Louers flie	A
And mournfull Maydens sing an Elegie	B
On those three SHEFFIELDS ouer whelm'd with waues	C
Whose losse the teares of all the Muses craues	C
A thing so full of pitty as this was	C
Me thinkes for nothing should not slightly passe	C
Treble this losse was why should it not borrowe	D
Through this Iles treble parts a treble sorrowe	D
But Fate did this to let the world to knowe	D
That sorrowes which from common causes growe	D
Are not worth mourning for the losse to beare	E
But of one onely sonne 's not worth one teare	F
Some tender hearted man as I may spend	G
Some drops perhaps for a deceased friend	G
Some men perhaps their Wifes late death may rue	H
Or Wifes their Husbands but such be but fewe	D
Cares that haue vs'd the hearts of men to tuch	I
So oft and deepely will not now be such	I
Who'll care for loss of maintenance or place	C
Fame liberty or of the Princes grace	C
Or sutes in law by base corruption crost	G
When he shall finde that this which he hath lost	G
Alas is nothing to his which did lose	C
Three sonnes at once so excellent as those	C
Nay it is feard that this in time may breed	G
Hard hearts in men to their owne naturall seed	G
That in respect of this great losse of theirs	C
Men will scarce mourne the death of their owne heires	C
Through all this Ile their losse so publique is	C
That euery man doth take them to be his	C
And as a plague which had beginning there	J
So catching is and raigning euery where	J
That those the farthest off as much doe rue them	K
As those the most familiarly that knew them	K
Children with this disaster are wext sage	B
And like to men that strucken are in age	B
Talke what it is three children at one time	L
Thus to haue drown'd and in their very prime	L
Yea and doe learne to act the same so well	A
That then olde folke they better can it tell	A
Inuention oft that Passion vs'd to faine	M
In sorrowes of themselves but slight and meane	M
To make them seeme great here it shall not need	G
For that this Subiect doth so farre exceed	G
All forc'd Expression that what Poesie shall	A
Happily thinke to grace it selfe withall	A
Falls so belowe it that it rather borrowes	C
Grace from their griefe then addeth to their sorrowes	C
For sad mischance thus in the losse of three	N
To shewe it selfe the vtmost it could bee	N
Exacting also by the selfe same lawe	D
The vtmost teares that sorrowe had to drawe	D
All future times hath vtterly preuented	G
Of a more losse or more to be lamented	G
Whilst in faire youth they liuely flourish'd here	F
To their kinde Parents they were onely deere	E
But being dead now euery one doth take	O
Them for their owne and doe like sorrowe make	O
As for their owne begot as they pretended	G
Hope in the issue which should haue discended	G
From them againe nor here doth end our sorrow	D
But those of vs that shall be borne to morrowe	D
Still shall lament them and when time shall count	G
To what vast number passed yeares shall mount	G
They from their death shall duly reckon so	D
As from the Deluge former vs'd to doe	D
O cruell Humber guilty of their gore	P
I now beleeue more then I did before	P
The Brittish Story whence thy name begun	M
Of Kingly Humber an inuading Hun	M
By thee deuoured for't is likely thou	Q
With blood wert Christned bloud thirsty till now	Q
The Ouse the Done and thou farre clearer Trent	G
To drowne the SHEFFIELDS as you gaue consent	G
Shall curse the time that ere you were infus'd	G
Which haue your waters basely thus abus'd	G
The groueling Boore yee hinder not to goe	D
And at his pleasure Ferry to and fro	D
The very best part of whose soule and bloud	G
Compared with theirs is viler then your mud	G
But wherefore paper doe I idely spend	G
On those deafe waters to so little end	G
And vp to starry heauen doe I not looke	D
In which as in an euerlasting booke	D
Our ends are written O let times rehearse	C
Their fatall losse in their sad Aniuerse	C

Michael Drayton

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