10 Then my deare Flocke now adieu:
But alas, if in your straying
Heavenly Stella meete with you,
Tell her in your piteous blaying
Her poore Slaves just decaying.
The Tenth Sonnet.
O Deare Life, when shall it bee,
That mine eyes thine eyes shall see,
And in them thy minde discover,
Whether absence have had force