Here you will find the Poem SONNET. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes of poet Henry King
Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes Which like growing fountains rise To drown their banks. Griefs sullen brooks Would better flow in furrow'd looks. Thy lovely face was never meant To be the shoar of discontent. Then clear those watrish starres again Which else portend a lasting rain; Lest the clouds which settle there Prolong my Winter all the Year: And the example others make In love with sorrow for thy sake.
