Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IIIIX. No sooner Laura mine appears to me
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But that a dainty dye, or blushing red,
In both our faces showeth for to be.
But who, alas, doth mine so overspread?
O’er-fervent L
Like cunning’st Painter, long for to endure.
Who painteth hers? Disdain, with pencil hard;
Which turneth all my sweetness into sour.
So that all my designs are quickly marred;
Except L
In Faith’s firm bands. Too high th’ exchange will grow,
When love, for hate; and not for like, shall go.