| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part III. | | XXXIV. Strange is this thing! My horse I cannot make | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | STRANGE is this thing! My horse I cannot make | |
| 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; | 5 |
| 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: | |
| LAURA is in my heart; in soul is LOVE. Pesaro. | 10 | | | |
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