SONNET 19
Like to these unmeasurable mountains, Is my painfull 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 boistrous winds oft their high boughs do blast Hot sighs from me continually be shed; Cattle in them: and in me loveis fed; Immoveable am I: and they arefull steadfast ; Of that restless birds they havethe tune and note: And I always plaints that pass through my throat. Like to these unmesurable montayns, Is my painfull lyff the burden of Ire, For of great height be they, and high is my desire ; And I of teres, and they be full of fontayns ; Under craggy rockes they havefull barren playns ; Hard thoughtes in me, my woefull mynde doeth tyre ; Small fruyt and many leves their toppes do atyre : Small effect with great trust in me remayns. The boyseus wyndes oft their high bowghes do blast : Hote sighes from me continuelly be shed ; Cattell in theim : and in me love is fed ; Immoveable ame I : and they are full stedfast ; Of that restles birdes they have the tune and note : And I alwayes plaintes that passe thorough my throte.
NOTES
the burden of ire = (which is troubled with) the burden of anger and sorrow.full barren = extremely infertileattire = dress, cover.of that restless birds = of various restless birds.And I always = I always have readyplaints = complains, laments.brickle = brittle, breakable (an archaic word).from mine hand falleth - i.e. is cast aside as useless.
