Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
The Tears of FancieSonnet XXXVII. Where may I now my carefull corps conuay
Thomas Watson (1555–1592)W
From company the worker of my woe:
How may I winke or hide mine eies alwaies,
VVhich gase on that whereof my griefe doth growe,
How shall I seeme my sighes for to suppresse,
VVhich helpe the hart which else would swelt in sunder,
VVhich hurts the helpe that makes my torment lesse:
VVhich helps and hurts, O woefull wearie wonder,
How now, but thus in solitarie wise:
To step aside and make hie waie to moane,
To make two fountaines of my dasled eies,
To sigh my fill till breath and all be gone.
To die in sorrow and in woe repent me,
That loue at last would though too late lament me.