Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 29

IF (as the Pithagoreans do beleeue)
The Sea be nought but one of Saturnes Teares
Its not vnlike sith still I, weeping grieue
That myne Eyes, Seas should shed, in many years.
This is the seaunth Sunne hath seen my loue
As firm, as flaming towards thy Beauties Heaun,
Yet ouerthwartly that Heauns Sunnes do moue
Through euil Signes that to no grace are giun,
Nere did they shine on me but to exhale
A Sea of Teares from my stil-springing Eyes
Or els to parche my Bloud, and make me pale:
So, fall my Teares, that still do falling rise:
And, if those Sunnes thou Cloude still with disdain,
Myne eyes shall end the World with endlesse Raine!