| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | On Quicksedge, Wrought with Lovely Eglantine | | By Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | ON quicksedge, wrought with lovely eglantine, | |
| My Laura laid her handkercher to dry; | |
| Which had before snow-white ywashed been. | |
| But, after, when she called to memory, | |
| That long ’twould be before, and very late, | 5 |
| Ere sun could do, as would her glist’ring eyes: | |
| She cast from them such sparkling glances straight, | |
| And with such force, in such a strangy guise, | |
| As suddenly, and in one selfsame time, | |
| She dried her cloth: but burnt this heart of mine! | 10 | | | |
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