| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | The Tears of Fancie | | Sonnet XXXV. Amongst the Idle toyes that tosse my brayne | | Thomas Watson (1555–1592) |
| | | AMONGST the Idle toyes that tosse my brayne, | |
| And reaue my troubled mynd from quiet rest: | |
| Vyle cruell loue I find doth still remayne, | |
| To breede debate within my grieued brest. | |
| VVhen weary woe doth worke to wound my will, | 5 |
| And hart surchargd with sorrow liues opressed: | |
| My sowlen eyes then cannot wayle there fill, | |
| Sorrow is so far spent and I distressed. | |
| My toung hath not the cunning skill to tell, | |
| The smallest greife that gripes my throbbing hart: | 10 |
| Myne eies haue not the secret power to swell, | |
| Into such hugie seas of wounding smart. | |
| That will might melt to waues of bitter woe, | |
| And I might swelt or drowne in sorrowes so. | | | | |
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