Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
DianaThe Sixth Decade. Sonnet V. Weary of love, my Thoughts of Love complained
Henry Constable (15621613)W
Till R
And bade me view fair beauty’s richest flower,
To see if there a naked boy remained.
Dear! to thine eyes, eyes that my soul hath pained,
T
To see if Love kept there his royal bower:
For if not there, then no place him contained.
There was he not, nor boy, nor golden bow;
Yet as thou turned thy chaste fair eye aside,
A flame of fire did from thine eyelids go,
Which burnt my heart, through my sore wounded side:
Then with a sigh, R
“There is no god of love, save that thine eye!”