| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Cassandra | | Anonymous |
| | | THE SEA 1 hath many thousand sands, | |
| The sun hath motes as many; | |
| The sky is full of stars, and Love | |
| As full of woes as any: | |
| Believe me, that do know the elf, | 5 |
| And make no trial by thyself. | |
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| It is in truth a pretty toy | |
| For babes to play withal; | |
| But O, the honies of our youth | |
| Are oft our age’s gall: | 10 |
| Self-proof in time will make thee know | |
| He was a prophet told thee so: | |
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| A prophet that, Cassandra-like, | |
| Tells truth without belief; | |
| For headstrong youth will run his race, | 15 |
| Although his goal be grief: | |
| Love’s martyr, when his heat is past, | |
| Proves Care’s confessor at the last. | |
| | | Note 1. From Robert Jones’ The Muses’ Garden of Delights, 1610. [back] | | |
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