Verse > Anthologies > Elizabethan Sonnets > Laura
Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part III.
XXXIII. As sacrifice unto a goddess bright
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
AS sacrifice unto a goddess bright,
My heart I offered with devotion great:
Thinking that She, Love’s Temple had been right.
But what, un’wares, I spied not then, in heat,
  I, wary, now discern her for to be:        5
  Of hell below, the rightest cruelty.
I was deceived, I do confess. That smile,
That wanton smile, that bred in me delight,
Hid in those lips so fair, did me beguile.
O beauty false! O cruelty most right!        10
  Flee, flee my heart! flee then, if thou be wise,
  Thy hurt! my burning heat, her treacheries!

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.