Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IIXVIII. My Laura wonders that, in visage pale
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I bear of Death itself, the lively show:
But if She muse at this, her musing ’s stale;
For this sad colour had I long ago.
The fire, close burning in my veins, doth make
That outward ashes in my face you view:
But if that She would on me pity take,
Who is the cause of this my palish hue,
This kindled heat shall die, which now doth burn;
And my first colour shall again return.