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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:

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!

Flee, flee my heart! flee then, if thou be wise,

Thy hurt! my burning heat, her treacheries!