| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part I. | | XXXIX. Seated on marble was my Lady blithe | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | SEATED on marble was my Lady blithe, | |
| Holding in hand a crystal looking-glass; | |
| Marking of Lovers thousands; who alive, | |
| Thanks only to her beauty rare, did pass. | |
| To pry in glasses likes her: but afterward | 5 |
| She takes the nature of the stone most hard. | |
| For whilst she cheerfully doth fix her eyes, | |
| Gazing upon the brightness of the one; | |
| Her heart, by th’ other ’s made, in strangy wise, | |
| Hard as a rock and senseless as a stone: | 10 |
| So that if Love this breaketh not in twain; | |
| It will a flint become, to others’ pain. | | | | |
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