| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Zepheria | | Canzon 27. Ne’er from a lofty pitch, hath made more speed | | Anonymous |
| | | NE’ER from a lofty pitch, hath made more speed, | |
| The feather-sailing Falcon to the lure; | |
| Nor fairer stooped, when he on fist would feed, | |
| Than I, ZEPHERIA! to thine eyes allure! | |
| Ne’er from the deep, when winds declare a tempest, | 5 |
| Posts with more haste the little Halcion, | |
| Nor faster hies him to some safer rest; | |
| Than I have fled, from thy death-threatening frown! | |
| Ne’er did the sun’s love-mate, the gold Hetropion | |
| Smile more resplendent lustre on her Dear! | 10 |
| Nay, ever was his shine to her more welcome, | |
| Than thine to me, when smiling was thy cheer! | |
| But now, my sun! it fits thou take thy set! | |
| And veil thy face with frowns, as with a frontlet! | | | | |
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