Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet VII. What need I mourn? seeing Pan, our sacred King
William Smith (fl. 1596)W
Was, of that Nymph, fair S
The World’s great Light, which comforteth each thing,
All comfortless for D
If gods can find no help to heal the sore
Made by L
Unhappy C
Since they despair by wanting their desire.
I am not P
Yet is my Love as fair as S
My Song cannot with P
Yet C
How much more fair, by so much more unkind
Than S