Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Laura—Part IX. If, Laura, thou dost turn ’gainst me in hate
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)I
Then me, such busses sweet why dost thou give?
Why check’st thou not the Cheeks which give the mate?
The vital cause whereby I breathe and live?
Perhaps it is, because through too much joy,
As in sweet swound [swoon], I might away depart:
If so thou do, and think me so to ’noy;
Kiss hardly! and with kissing, breed my smart!
Content am I to lose this life of mine;
Whilst I do kiss that lovely lip of thine.