Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet XI. Tell me, my dear, what moves thy ruthless mind
William Smith (fl. 1596)T
To be so cruel, seeing thou art so fair?
Did Nature frame thy beauty so unkind;
Or dost thou scorn to pity my despair?
O no, it was not Nature’s ornament,
But wingèd L
Which in my heart is ever permanent,
Until my C
O glorious Love-God, think on my heart’s grief!
Let not thy vassal pine through deep disdain!
By wounding C
If thou impart to her some of my pain.
She doth thy temples and thy shrines abject!
They with A