| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XI. Tell me, my dear, what moves thy ruthless mind | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | TELL me, my dear, what moves thy ruthless mind | |
| To be so cruel, seeing thou art so fair? | |
| Did Nature frame thy beauty so unkind; | |
| Or dost thou scorn to pity my despair? | |
| O no, it was not Nature’s ornament, | 5 |
| But wingèd LOVE’s impartial cruel wound, | |
| Which in my heart is ever permanent, | |
| Until my CHLORIS makes me whole and sound. | |
| O glorious Love-God, think on my heart’s grief! | |
| Let not thy vassal pine through deep disdain! | 10 |
| By wounding CHLORIS, I shall find relief; | |
| If thou impart to her some of my pain. | |
| She doth thy temples and thy shrines abject! | |
| They with AMINTA’s flowers by me are decked. | | | | |
|
|
