Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
CliaSonnet XIV. When once I saw that no intreats would move her
William Percy (15751648)W
All means I sought to be deliverèd:
Against white C
In high contempt, base words I utterèd:
When both, from clouds of her bright firmament,
With heavy griefs and strong disdain surmounted,
Upon my thoughts and me, did shoot revengement,
Whilst in our highest prides we were amounted.
Nor be they pleased to give us all these wounds,
To make me languish as a dying liver:
But from her orbs they fling their firebrands.
Thereby to quite consume both heart and liver.
Pardon, dread Powers! pardon my rash offence!
By Heaven’s bright vail! ’twas ’gainst my conscience!