Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
The Tears of FancieSonnet XXXVIII. O would my loue although too late lament mee
Thomas Watson (15551592)O
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.