Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LauraPart IIIXXVI. The heavens begin, with thunder, for to break
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The troubled air; and to the coloured fields,
The lightning for to spoil their pride doth threat.
Each thing unto the furious tempest yields.
And yet, methinks, within me I do hear
A gentle voice, hard at my heart, to say:
“Fear nothing, thou; but be of merry cheer!
Thou only safe, ’fore others all shalt stay.
To save thee from all hurt, thy shield shalt be
The shadow of the conquering Laural Tree.”
Fano.