| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part III. | | XIX. That ivory hand, a fan most white doth hold | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | THAT ivory hand, a fan most white doth hold; | |
| And to the milky breast blows wind apace; | |
| And yet is full of chilly ice most cold; | |
| Disgrace to others, to herself a grace. | |
| But I, who wistly mark these whiteness’ three, | 5 |
| Vouchsafe, sweet LOVE, this boon to grant to me! | |
| Distil within the rolling of mine eyes, | |
| By virtue of thy power, such hidden flame; | |
| And let it tempered be, in such strange wise, | |
| That, as I cast my look upon the same, | 10 |
| It quite may take away her cruelty! | |
| Melt straight the ice! and fan burn suddenly! | | | | |
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