Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DianaThe Eighth Decade. Sonnet III. Twill grieve me more than if thou didst disdain me
Henry Constable (15621613)’T
That I should die; and thou, because I die so:
And yet to die, it should not know to pain me,
If cruel Beauty were content to bid so.
Death, to my life; life, to my long despair
Prolonged by her; given to my love and days:
Are means to tell how truly she is fair,
And I can die to testify her praise.
Yet not to die, though Fairness me despiseth,
Is cause why in complaint I thus persèver;
Though Death me and my love imparadiseth,
By interdicting me from her for ever.
I do not grieve that I am forced to die,
But die, to think upon the reason, “Why?”