Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IIXXXIII. If love, wherein I burn, were but a fire
Robert Tofte (15611620)I
I quenched it had, with water of my plaints:
If water, these my Plaints; I this desire
Had dried through inward heat, my heart that taints.
But L
Both fire and water turns, to work me spite.
Fly then, this L
As waves to fire, and fire to waves, he turns:
And with an absent Beauty, every hour,
My fainting heart with Fancy’s fuel burns;
And, ’gainst all sense, makes me, of CARe and IL
More than of good and comfoRT, to have will.