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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

The Tears of Fancie

Sonnet XXXVIII. O would my loue although too late lament mee

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

O WOULD my loue although too late lament mee,

And pitty take of teares from eies distilling:

To beare these sorrowes well I could content me,

And ten times more to suffer would be willing.

If she would daine to grace me with her fauour,

The thought thereof sustained greife should banish:

And in beholding of her rare behauiour,

A smyle of her should force dispaire to vanishe:

But she is bent to tiran[i]ze vpon me,

Dispaire perswades there is no hope to haue her:

My hart doth whisper I am woe begone me,

Then cease my vaine plaints and desist to craue her.

Here end my sorrowes, here my salt teares stint I,

For shes obdurate, sterne, remorseles, flintie.