Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
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And then would not, or could not see my bliss:
Till now, wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find, how heavenly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart rent thyself! thou dost thyself but right.
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No force, no fraud robbed thee of thy delight;
No Fortune, of thy fortune author is;
But to myself, myself did give the blow;
While too much wit (forsooth!) so troubled me,
That I, respects for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near. O punisht eyes!
That I had been more foolish or more wise!