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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part I.
XXXI. Lady, thou seemest like Fortune unto me
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
LADY, thou seemest like FORTUNE unto me;
When I most wistly mark, how thou dost go
With golden tresses loose (a joy to see!);
Which gentle wind about thy ears doth blow.
  And as thou her resemblest in this sort;        5
  So dost thou in attire, and all thy port.
Only thou wantest for thy swift right hand
The rolling Wheel: and shadowing Veil to hide
Those eyes; which, like Controllers, do command.
But if thou long’st of these to be supplied,        10
  Take me, thy prisoner, for to play this part!
  For my desire ’s the Wheel, the Veil ’s my heart.

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