| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | The Tears of Fancie | | Sonnet XXI. Fortune forwearied with my bitter mone | | Thomas Watson (1555–1592) |
| | | FORTUNE forwearied with my bitter mone, | |
| Did pittie seldome seene my wretched fate: | |
| And brought to passe that I my loue alone | |
| Vnwares attacht to plead my hard estate. | |
| Some say that loue makes louers eloquent, | 5 |
| And with diuinest wit doth them inspire: | |
| But beautie my tongues office did preuent, | |
| And quite extinguished my first desire. | |
| As if her eies had power to strike me dead, | |
| So was I dased at her crimson die: | 10 |
| As one that had beheld Medusaes head, | |
| All senses failed their Master but the eie. | |
| Had that sense failed and from me eke beene taken, | |
| Then I had loue and loue had me forsaken. | | | | |
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