| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | A Madrigal | | By William Alexander, Earl of Stirling (1567?–1640) |
| | | WHEN 1 in her face mine eyes I fix, | |
| A fearful boldness takes my mind, | |
| Sweet honey Love with gall doth mix, | |
| And is unkindly kind: | |
| It seems to breed, | 5 |
| And is indeed | |
| A special pleasure to be pined. | |
| No danger then I dread: | |
| For though I went a thousand times to Styx, | |
| I know she can revive me with her eye | 10 |
| As many looks, as many lives to me: | |
| And yet had I a thousand hearts, | |
| As many looks, as many darts, | |
| Might make them all to die. | |
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