Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet XXII. O fairest Fair, to thee I make my plaint
William Smith (fl. 1596)O
To thee from whom my cause of grief doth spring:
Attentive be unto the groans, sweet Saint!
Which unto thee in doleful tunes I sing.
My mournful Muse doth always speak of thee.
My love is pure, O do not it disdain!
With bitter sorrow still oppress not me;
But mildly look upon me which complain.
Kill not my true-affecting thoughts; but give
Such precious balm of comfort to my heart,
That casting off despair, in hope to live,
I may find help at length to ease my smart.
So shall you add such courage to my love,
That fortune false, my faith shall not remove.