Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DianaThe Fifth Decade. Sonnet VI. I am no model figure, or sign of Care
Henry Constable (1562–1613)I
But his eternal heart’s-consuming essence:
In whom grief’s commentaries written are,
Drawing gross passion into pure quintessence.
Not thine eye’s fire; but fire of thine eye’s disdain,
Fed by neglect of my continual grieving,
Attracts the true life’s spirit of my pain;
And gives it thee; which gives me no relieving.
Within thine arms, sad elegies I sing.
Unto thine eyes, a true heart love-torn lay I.
Thou smell’st from me, the savours sorrows bring.
My tears to taste my truth, to touch display I.
Lo thus, each sense, dear Fair One! I importune:
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