Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Laura—Part IIIV. Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes!
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)S
Unkind! Why seek’st to stop my fainting breath?
Go, and invent some new kind exercise;
New weapons seek wherewith me to offend!
Play the right Tyrant! Choices use in death;
Whereby, I dying, content may rest thy will.
But tell me? Wouldst so fain my life should end?
And know’st not, Sweet extremes do sudden kill?
Cruel, kiss me but once! and thou shalt see
Ended my life with that same kiss to be.