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First Line: Like to these unmeasurable mountains
Last Line: And I always plaints that pass thorough my throat.
Alternate Author Name(s): Sannazaro, Jacopo; Sincerus
Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 33;sonnet: 24


Like to these unmeasurable mountains
Is my painful life, the burden of ire,
For of great height be they, and high is my desire,
And I of tears, and they be full of fountains.
Under craggy rocks they have full barren plains;
Hard thoughts in me my woeful mind doth tire;
Small fruit and many leaves their tops do attire;
Small effect with great trust in me remains.
The boist'rous winds oft their high boughs do blast,
Hot sighs from me continually be shed;
Cattle in them, and in me love is fed;
Immovable am I, and they are full steadfast;
Of the restless birds they have the tune and note,
And I always plaints that pass thorough my throat.





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