Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IXXXVI. Sweet sang thy bird, in ebon cage shut fast
Robert Tofte (15611620)S
And did delight thy dainty ears so much
As thou vouchsafedst to give him meat at last;
And gently did his feathers stroke and touch.
So, Lady, I likewise, in th’ ebony
Of thy bright eyes am prisoner, and do sing
Thy Beauty’s praise; and yet not fed am I
By thee: yet live through thee; a wondrous thing!
Love to my heart thy beauty doth supply
For food; which else, through famine starved, would die.