| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part II. | | XVII. Of constant love, I am the wasted fire | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | OF constant love, I am the wasted fire; | |
| The furious wind ’s my Lady’s angry eye: | |
| Who whilst She kindles both, through wrathful ire, | |
| The flame increaseth, mounting to the sky. | |
| In midst is LOVE, half dead of grievous pain; | 5 |
| And, doubtful, winds about like sparkling flame. | |
| He fears the heat: and trembles, being turned | |
| Unto this blast; which still more sharp doth rise. | |
| Nor is his fear in vain, when so he is burned: | |
| For one of these must hap, in sudden wise, | 10 |
| Either the fire must spoil him as his prey; | |
| Or whirling wind else blow him quite away. | | | | |
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