Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DianaThe Second Decade. Sonnet VI. Wonder it is, and pity ist, that she
Henry Constable (15621613)W
In whom all beauty’s treasure we may find,
That may enrich the body and the mind;
Towards the poor, should use no charity.
My love has gone a begging unto thee!
And if that Beauty had not been more kind
That Pity, long ere this, he had been pined:
But Beauty is content his food to be.
O pity have! when such poor orphans beg.
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And though he wanteth neither arm nor leg,
Yet maimed he is, sith he his sight doth lack.
And yet (though blind) he beauty can behold,
And yet (though naked) he feels more heat than cold.