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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Laura—Part I

X. If, Laura, thou dost turn ’gainst me in hate

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

IF, LAURA, thou dost turn ’gainst me in hate;

Then me, such busses sweet why dost thou give?

Why check’st thou not the Cheeks which give the mate?

The vital cause whereby I breathe and live?

Perhaps it is, because through too much joy,

As in sweet swound [swoon], I might away depart:

If so thou do, and think me so to ’noy;

Kiss hardly! and with kissing, breed my smart!

Content am I to lose this life of mine;

Whilst I do kiss that lovely lip of thine.