| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | The Tears of Fancie | | Sonnet XLVIII. The tender buds whom cold hath long kept in | | Thomas Watson (1555–1592) |
| | | THE TENDER buds whom cold hath long kept in, | |
| And winters rage inforst to hide their head: | |
| Will spring and sprowt as they doe now begin, | |
| That euerie one will ioy to see them spread. | |
| But cold of care so nips my ioies at roote, | 5 |
| There is no hope to recouer what is lost: | |
| No sunne doth shine that well can doe it boote, | |
| Yet still I striue but loose both toile and cost. | |
| For what can spring that feeles no force of ver, | |
| What flower can flourish where no sunne doth shine: | 10 |
| These balles deare loue, within my brest I beare, | |
| To breake my barke and make my pith to pine. | |
| Needs must I fall, I fade both root and rinde, | |
| My branches bowe at blast of euerie winde. | | | | |
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