| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | The Tears of Fancie | | Sonnet VI. Then on the sodaine fast away he fled | | Thomas Watson (1555–1592) |
| | | THEN on the sodaine fast away he fled, | |
| He fled apace as from pursuing foe: | |
| Ne euer lookt he backe, ne turnd his head | |
| Vntill he came whereas he wrought my woe. | |
| Tho casting from his backe his bended bow. | 5 |
| He quickly clad himselfe in strange disguise: | |
| In strange disguise that no man might him know, | |
| So coucht himselfe within my Ladies eies. | |
| But in her eies such glorious beames did shine, | |
| That welnigh burnt loues party coloured wings, | 10 |
| VVhilst I stood gazing on her sunne-bright eien, | |
| The wanton boy shee in my bosome flings. | |
| He built his pleasant bower in my brest, | |
| So I in loue, and loue in me doth rest. | | | | |
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