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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Diana
The Third Decade
Sonnet IX. Woe to mine eyes! the organs of mine ill
Henry Constable (1562–1613)
 
WOE to mine eyes! the organs of mine ill;
  Hate to my heart! for not concealing joy;
  A double curse upon my tongue be still!
  Whose babbling lost what else I might enjoy.
When first mine eyes did with thy beauty toy,        5
  They to my heart thy wondrous virtues told;
  Who, fearing lest thy beams should him destroy,
  Whate’er he knew, did to my tongue unfold.
My tell-tale tongue, in talking over bold,
  What they in private council did declare,        10
  To thee! in plain and public terms unrolled:
  And so by that, made thee more coyer far.
What in thy praise he spoke, that didst thou trust!
And yet my sorrows, thou dost hold unjust!
 
 
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