Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IXXIV. For to behold my Sun, I from the sun
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Did seek my face to shadow with my hand,
To shield me from the heat, that ’gan to come
In place, where gazing on her I did stand.
But I no sooner from that sun was free,
But that, in that self instant and that time,
I, of mine own Sun, found myself to be
Burnt with the heat; a most unlucky sign.
So whilst a shade from sun did me defend,
A Sun more hot did hurt me in the end.