William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
To AuroraWilliam Alexander, Earl of Stirling (1567?1640)
O
And dost prejudge thy bliss, and spoil my rest;
Then thou would’st melt the ice out of thy breast
And thy relenting heart would kindly warm.
O if thy pride did not our joys controul,
What world of loving wonders should’st thou see;
For if I saw thee once transformed in me,
Then in thy bosom would I pour my soul;
Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine,
And if that ought mischanced thou should’st not moan
Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone;
No, I would have my share in what were thine.
And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one,
This happy harmony would make them none.