| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | The Tears of Fancie | | Sonnet XLV. When neither sighs nor sorrowes were of force | | Thomas Watson (1555–1592) |
| | | WHEN neither sighs nor sorrowes were of force | |
| I let my Mistres see my naked brest: | |
| Where view of wounded hart might worke remorce, | |
| And moue her mind to pittie my vnrest. | |
| VVith stedfast eie shee gazed on my hart, | 5 |
| Wherein shee saw the picture of her beautie: | |
| Which hauing seene as one agast shee start, | |
| Accusing all my thoughts with breach of duetie. | |
| As if my hart had robd her of her faire, | |
| No, no, her faire bereaud my hart of ioy: | 10 |
| And fates disdaine hath kild me with dispaire, | |
| Dispaire the fountaine of my sad annoy. | |
| And more, alas, a cruell one I serued, | |
| Lest loued of her whose loue I most deserued. | | | | |
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