| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diana | The Sixth Decade
Sonnet V. Weary of love, my Thoughts of Love complained | | Henry Constable (1562–1613) |
| | | WEARY of love, my THOUGHTS of Love complained, | |
| Till REASON told them, there was no such power; | |
| And bade me view fair beauty’s richest flower, | |
| To see if there a naked boy remained. | |
| Dear! to thine eyes, eyes that my soul hath pained, | 5 |
| THOUGHTS turned them back, in that unhappy hour, | |
| To see if Love kept there his royal bower: | |
| For if not there, then no place him contained. | |
| There was he not, nor boy, nor golden bow; | |
| Yet as thou turned thy chaste fair eye aside, | 10 |
| A flame of fire did from thine eyelids go, | |
| Which burnt my heart, through my sore wounded side: | |
| Then with a sigh, REASON made THOUGHTS to cry, | |
| “There is no god of love, save that thine eye!” | | | | |
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