| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Sonnets after Astrophel, etc. | | Sonnet XXI. Come Death! the anchor hold of all my thoughts | | Samuel Daniel (1562–1619) |
| | | COME DEATH! the anchor hold of all my thoughts, | |
| My last resort whereto my soul appealeth: | |
| For all too long on earth my Fancy dotes, | |
| While dearest blood my fiery passions sealeth. | |
| That heart is now the prospective of horror | 5 |
| That honoured hath the cruel’st Fair that liveth; | |
| The crudest Fair that knows I languish for her, | |
| And never mercy to my merit giveth; | |
| This is the laurel and her triumph’s prize, | |
| To tread me down with foot of her disgrace; | 10 |
| Whilst I did build my fortune in her eyes, | |
| And laid my soul’s rest on so fair a face. | |
| That rest I lost; my love, my life and all: | |
| Thus high attempts to low disgrace do fall. | | | | |
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