Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet IX. Into the fountain, where fair Diana chaste
William Smith (fl. 1596)I
The proud A
I drave my flock that water sweet to taste;
’Cause from the welkin, P
There did I see the Nymph whom I admire,
Remembering her locks; of which the yellow hue
Made blush the beauties of her curlèd wire,
Which J
Then red with ire, her tresses she berent;
And weeping hid the beauty of her face:
Whilst I, amazèd at her discontent,
With tears and sighs do humbly sue for grace.
But she, regarding neither tears nor moan,
Flies from the fountain, leaving me alone.