Henry King

Margaret Crum (ed.), The Poems of Henry King

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Silence. A Sonnet

  • 1Peace my Hearte's blabb, be ever dumbe;
  • 2Sorrowes speak loud without a Tongue:
  • 3And my perplexed Thoughts forbeare
  • 4To breath your selves in any eare:
  • 5 Tis scarse a true or manly grief
  • 6 Which gadds abroad to find releef.
  • 7Was ever stomack that lack't meat
  • 8Nourish't by what another eat?
  • 9Can I bestow it, or will woe
  • 10Forsake mee when I bid it goe?
  • Editor’s Note11  Then I'le beleeve a wounded breast
  • 12  May heale by shrift, and purchase rest.
  • 13But if, imparting it, I doe
  • 14Not ease my self, but trouble Two;
  • 15Tis better I alone possesse
  • 16My treasure of unhappinesse:
  • 17 Engrossing that, which is my owne
  • 18 No longer then it is unknowne.
  • 19If Silence be a kind of Death,
  • 20He kindles grief who gives it breath.
  • 21But let it rak't in Embers ly
  • 22On thine owne hearth, 'twill quickly dy;
  • 23 And, spight of fate, that very womb
  • 24 Which carryes it shall prove its Tombe.

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Editor’s Note
11 I'lecorrected from I'deby Manne, H.
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