Verse > Anthologies > Elizabethan Sonnets > Diana
Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
The Fifth Decade
Sonnet II. I do not now complain of my disgrace
Henry Constable (1562–1613)
I DO not now complain of my disgrace,
  O Cruel Fair One! Fair with cruel crost:
  Nor of the hour, season, time, nor place;
  Nor of my foil, for any freedom lost;
Nor of my courage, by misfortune daunted;        5
  Nor of my wit, by overweening struck;
  Nor of my sense, by any sound enchanted;
  Nor of the force of fiery pointed hook;
Nor of the steel that sticks within my wound;
  Nor of my thoughts, by worser thoughts defaced;        10
  Nor of the life, I labour to confound:
  But I complain, that being thus disgraced,
Fired, feared, frantic, fettered, shot through, slain;
My death is such, as I may not complain.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.