Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
The Tears of FancieSonnet XXX. About the well which from mine eies did flow
Thomas Watson (15551592)A
The woefull witnes of harts desolation:
Yet teares nor woe nor ought could worke compassion,
Did diuers trees of sundry natures growe.
The mirrhe sweet bleeding in the latter wound,
Into the christall waues her teares did power:
As pittying me on whome blind loue did lower,
Vpon whose backe I wrote my sorrows ground,
And on her rugged rind I wrote forlorne,
Forlorne I wrote for sorrowe me oppressed:
Oppressing sorrowe had my hart distressed,
And made the abiect outcast of loues scorne,
The leaues conspiring with the winds sweet sounding,
With gentle murmor playnd my harts deepe wounding.