William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
PassionsThomas Watson (15551592)
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And range the woods to find a mortal prey;
If Neptune from the seas himself remove,
And seek on sands with earthly wights to play:
Then may I love my peerless choice by right,
Who far excels each other mortal wight.
To yield himself a silly virgin’s thrall;
If Phœbus could vouchsafe on earth to dwell,
To win a rustic maid unto his call:
Then how much more should I adore the sight
Of her, in whom the heavens themselves delight?
And yet through love remain devoid of blame;
If Satyrs were excused for seeking grace
To joy the fruits of any mortal dame:
Then, why should I once doubt to love her still
On whom ne Gods nor men can gaze their fill?