Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | The Tears of Fancie | Sonnet LVII. The hunted Hare sometime doth leaue the Hound | Thomas Watson (15551592) |
| THE HUNTED Hare sometime doth leaue the Hound, | |
My Hart alas is neuer out of chace: | |
The liue-hounds life sometime is yet vnbound, | |
My bands are hopeles of so high a grace. | |
For natures sickenes sometimes may haue ease, | 5 |
Fortune though fickle sometime is a friend: | |
The minds affliction patience may appease, | |
And death is cause that many torments end. | |
Yet I am sicke, but shee that should restore me, | |
VVithholds the sacred flame that would recure me: | 10 |
And fortune eke (though many eyes deplore me,) | |
Nill lend such chance that might to ioy procure me. | |
Patience wants power to appease my weeping, | |
And death denies what I haue long beene seeking. | | | |
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