Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Laura—Part IIIXXXIV. Strange is this thing! My horse I cannot make
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)S
With spur, with speech, nor yet with rod in hand,
Force him to go; although great pains I take.
Do what I can; he still, as tired, doth stand.
No doubt he feels a heavy weight of me;
Which is the cause he standeth still as stone:
Nor is he ’ware that now he carrieth three;
He thinks, poor jade, I am on ’s back alone.
But three we are, with mine own self I prove:
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Pesaro.