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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Laura—Part III

XXXIV. Strange is this thing! My horse I cannot make

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

STRANGE is this thing! My horse I cannot make

With spur, with speech, nor yet with rod in hand,

Force him to go; although great pains I take.

Do what I can; he still, as tired, doth stand.

No doubt he feels a heavy weight of me;

Which is the cause he standeth still as stone:

Nor is he ’ware that now he carrieth three;

He thinks, poor jade, I am on ’s back alone.

But three we are, with mine own self I prove:

LAURA is in my heart; in soul is LOVE.

Pesaro.