| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Zepheria | | Canzon 19. No! no, Zepheria! Fame is too rich a prize | | Anonymous |
| | | NO! no, ZEPHERIA! Fame is too rich a prize | |
| My all-unmeriting lines for to attend on! | |
| The best applause of my Muse, on thine eyes | |
| Depends! It craves but smiles, his pains to guerdon! | |
| But thine, the glory of this weak emprise! | 5 |
| Well wot I, his demerit is but bare! | |
| Duteous respect then, will not that I portionise | |
| To me, in love’s respect, equal like care. | |
| Lovely respective! equal thou this care! | |
| And with thine heaven’s calm smiles, mine heart imparadise! | 10 |
| Shine forth thy comfort’s sun, my fears’ Dismayer! | |
| O well it fits lovers to sympathise! | |
| Hold thou the spoils of Fame, for thine inheritance! | |
| Thy love, to me is sweetest chevisance! | | | | |
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