William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
On Quicksedge, Wrought with Lovely EglantineRobert Tofte (15611620)
O
My Laura laid her handkercher to dry;
Which had before snow-white ywashed been.
But, after, when she called to memory,
That long ’twould be before, and very late,
Ere sun could do, as would her glist’ring eyes:
She cast from them such sparkling glances straight,
And with such force, in such a strangy guise,
As suddenly, and in one selfsame time,
She dried her cloth: but burnt this heart of mine!