| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XIX. The Hound, by eating grass, doth find relief | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | THE HOUND, by eating grass, doth find relief: | |
| For, being sick, it is his choicest meat. | |
| The wounded Hart doth ease his pain and grief; | |
| If he, the herb Dictamion may eat. | |
| The loathsome Snake renews his sight again, | 5 |
| When he casts off his withered coat and hue. | |
| The sky-bred Eagle fresh age doth obtain | |
| When he, his beak decayèd doth renew. | |
| I worse than these, whose sore no salve can cure; | |
| Whose grief, no herb, nor plant, nor tree can ease: | 10 |
| Remediless, I still must pain endure | |
| Till I, my CHLORIS’s furious mood can please. | |
| She, like the scorpion, gave to me a wound; | |
| And, like the scorpion, she must make me sound. | | | | |
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