Sonnet 19

YOu restlesse Seas appease your roaring Waves,
And you who raise huge Mountaines in that Plaine
Aires Trumpeters, your hideous sounds containe,
And listen to the plaints my griefe doth cause.
Eternall Lights! though adamantine Laws
Of Destinies to move still you ordaine,
Turne hither all your Eyes, your Axels pause,
And wonder at the Torments I sustaine.
…ad Earth, if thou made dull by my disgrace
Be not as senselesse, aske those Powers above
Why they so crost a Wretch brought on thy Face,
Fram'd for mishap, th' Anachorit of Love,
And bid them (that no more Etnaes may burne)
To Erimanth' or Rhod…pe me turne.