XXII. One lovely glance, which from the eyes did pass

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

ONE lovely glance, which from the eyes did pass

Of Lady mine, hath changed my gentle heart

From hardest diamond to brittle glass:

And now again (unto my bitter smart),

Through dreadful frown, she turns it suddenly

As ’twas before, from glass to diamond.

So if She will, She may (and presently,

As likes her) change me; who to her am bound.

If cruel She; my heart is hard to break:

If pitiful; ’tis gentle, brittle, weak.