| 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! | | | | |
|
|
