Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
CliaSonnet XIX. It shall be said I died for Clia!
William Percy (15751648)I
Then quick, thou grisly man of Erebus,
Transport me hence unto P
To be adjudged as “wilful amorous.”
To be hung up within the liquid air!
For all the sighs which I in vain have wasted:
To be through Lethe’s waters cleansèd fair!
For those dark clouds which have my looks o’ercasted:
To be condemned to everlasting fire!
Because at C
And to be clad for deadly dumps in mire.
Among so many plagues which shall torment me,
One solace I shall find, when I am over;
It will be known I died a constant lover!