| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part III. | | XXXVIII. The hapless Argus, happy in this same | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | THE HAPLESS ARGUS, happy in this same, | |
| The glory of the sun’s surpassing light; | |
| The brightness of the stars, the fire which stain: | |
| With hundred eyes, behold them always might. | |
| But I, alas, who have but only twain, | 5 |
| Cannot behold the beauty of my Sun! | |
| For which I live as blind, in endless pain; | |
| And count myself, for want thereof, undone. | |
| I can but wish that I an ARGUS were! | |
| With hundred eyes to view her everywhere. | 10 | | | |
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