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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Sonnets after Astrophel, etc. by Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

Introductory: Go, wailing verse! the infant of my love
I.  If so it hap the offspring of my care
II.  These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy
III.  The only bird alone that Nature frames
IV.  Tears, vows and prayers gain the hardest hearts
V.  Why doth my mistress credit so her glass
VI.  These amber locks are those same nets, my Dear!
VII.  Behold what hap Pygmalion had, to frame
VIII.  Oft and in vain my rebel thoughts have ventured
IX.  Reign in my thoughts! fair hand! sweet eye! rare voice!
X.  The sly Enchanter, when to work his will
XI.  Restore thy treasure to the golden ore!
XII.  The tablet of my heavy fortunes here
XIII.  My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes
XII.  If a true heart and faith unfeigned
XV.  Since the first look that led me to this error
XVI.  Weigh but the cause! and give me leave to plain me
XVII.  Whilst by her eyes pursued, my poor heart flew it
XVIII.  Look in my griefs! and blame me not to mourn
XIX.  Happy in sleep; waking, content to languish
XX.  If Beauty bright be doubled with a frown
XXI.  Come Death! the anchor hold of all my thoughts
XXII.  If this be love, to draw a weary breath
XXIII.  My years draw on my everlasting night
XXIV.  The star of my mishap imposed my paining
XXV.  To hear the impost of a faith not feigning
XXVI.  I once may see, when years may wreck my wrong
XXVII.  Raising my hope on hills of high desire
Canto primo: Hark all you ladies that do sleep!—Anonymous
Canto secundo: What fair pomp have I spied of glittering Ladies—Anonymous
Canto tertio: My love bound me with a kiss—Anonymous
Canto quarto: Love whets the dullest wits, his plagues be such—Anonymous
Canto quinto: A day, a night, an hour of sweet content—Anonymous
Megliora spero: Faction that ever dwells in Court where wit excels by Edward Vere, Earl of Oxford
Conclusion: If floods of tears could cleanse my follies past—Anonymous