| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part I. | | XI. Upon triumphant chariot, ’passing rare | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | UPON triumphant chariot, ’passing rare, | |
| (In which my Sun doth sit like Majesty: | |
| And makes the day shew unto us more fair; | |
| Whose cheerfulness delights each mortal eye.) | |
| I, rash, like to another PHAETON, | 5 |
| With hare-brain haste, too hasty lept thereon. | |
| But for my boldness dearly did I pay; | |
| And had like plague, as he, for being o’er-brave: | |
| Yet though in equal fortune both did stay | |
| (For life he lost; and death She to me gave); | 10 |
| The punisher of both was not the same, | |
| For he, by JOVE; and I, by LOVE; was slain. | | | | |
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