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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part III.
XXVII. “Love this fair Lass!” said Love once unto me
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
“LOVE this fair Lass!” said LOVE once unto me.
I loved her. “Love her now,” saith he, “no more!”
When thousand darts within my breast there be;
And if I love her, he me threateneth sore.
  He saith, “Himself is fallen in love with her;        5
  And that himself, ’fore others, he’ll prefer!”
His sense is this. He, in her beauteous eyes,
Hath found such Amours as ne’er like were seen:
But thinks he, this shall serve, in cunning wise,
To make me leave? he cozening me so clean?        10
  In spite of him, I’ll love! sith heart doth ’gree,
  With LOVE in love as rival for to be.

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