| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part III. | | XXVII. “Love this fair Lass!” said Love once unto me | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | “LOVE this fair Lass!” said LOVE once unto me. | |
| I loved her. “Love her now,” saith he, “no more!” | |
| When thousand darts within my breast there be; | |
| And if I love her, he me threateneth sore. | |
| He saith, “Himself is fallen in love with her; | 5 |
| And that himself, ’fore others, he’ll prefer!” | |
| His sense is this. He, in her beauteous eyes, | |
| Hath found such Amours as ne’er like were seen: | |
| But thinks he, this shall serve, in cunning wise, | |
| To make me leave? he cozening me so clean? | 10 |
| In spite of him, I’ll love! sith heart doth ’gree, | |
| With LOVE in love as rival for to be. | | | | |
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