XVI. The golden tresses of a Lady fair

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

THE GOLDEN tresses of a Lady fair;

At first beginning were of this my love:

But now, at last, unto my double care,

To be the end of my sad life I prove.

Then did my doubtful spirit live in hope:

But now he fears, despairing as it were,

Because he doth perceive in sudden broke

His hope, which dying heart did help and bear;

Since that the hair, that Alpha me did bind

In love, of life the Omega I do find.