| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | LauraPart I. | | XX. What time, with brow, the Loveliest gins to scowl | | Robert Tofte (15611620) |
| | | WHAT time, with brow, the Loveliest gins to scowl; | |
| Shewing disdain and fury in her face: | |
| Methinks I see the clouds wax dark and foul; | |
| And gloomy night begins to run his race. | |
| But, then again, when She to show begins | 5 |
| Her smiling cheer, adorned with favour rare: | |
| Straightways the sun, in chariot bright forth springs; | |
| Clear are the skies; the gladsome day, most fair. | |
| Thus, in one face, I see, against my will, | |
| The rising of the sun; and falling, still. | 10 | | | |
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