Sonnet XXVI. It pleasd my Mistris once to take the aire

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

IT pleasd my Mistris once to take the aire,

Amid the vale of loue for her disporting.

The birds perceauing one so heauenly faire,

With other Ladies to the groue resorting.

Gan dolefully report my sorrowes endles,

But shee nill listen to my woes repeating:

But did protest that I should sorrow friendle

So liue I now and looke for ioyes defeating.

But ioyfull birds melodious harmonie,

Whose siluer tuned songs might well haue moued her:

Inforst the rest to rewe my miserie,

Though shee denyd to pittie him that lou’d her.

For shee had vowd her faire should neuer please me,

Yet nothing but her loue can once appease me.