Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Laura—Part IIIVIII. In Love his kingdom great, two Fools there be
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)I
My Lady’s one; myself the other am.
The fond behaviour of both, which to see;
Whoso but nicely marks, will say the same.
Foolish our thoughts are. Foolish, our desire.
Foolish our hearts in Fancy’s flame to fry.
Foolish to burn in Love’s hot scorching fire.
But what? Fools are we none. My tongue doth lie.
For who most foolish is, and fond, in love;
More wiser far than others, oft doth prove.