In rainy-gloomy Weather

THis Weather's like my troubled Minde and Eyes:
the one, being sad; the other, full of Teares;
And, as Winde oft the often Showrings dryes:
so, Sighes my Teares dry vp, and kindle Cares.

Sighes please, and paine the displeas'd painfull Heart;
they please in giuing vent to Griefes vp-pent;
And yet the Heart, they ease, they cause to smart:
so, Griefes encrease as Sighes doe giue them vent.

But were my Minde thus sad but for my Crimes,
and mine Eyes turn'd to Teares for cause so deare;
Or, did my Heart for that sith often-times,
my Sighes, my Teares, my Sadnesse blessed were:
But tis, sith Hope, my Ship, through Fates crosse-waue,
Now grates vpon the Grauell of my Graue.