| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Chloris | | Sonnet XL. No art nor force can unto pity move | | William Smith (fl. 1596) |
| | | NO art nor force can unto pity move | |
| Her stony heart, that makes my heart to pant: | |
| No pleading passions of my extreme love | |
| Can mollify her mind of adamant. | |
| Ah, cruel sex, and foe to all mankind! | 5 |
| Either you love, or else you hate, too much! | |
| A glist’ring show of gold in you we find; | |
| And yet you prove but copper in the touch. | |
| But why? O why, do I so far digress? | |
| Nature you made of pure and fairest mould, | 10 |
| The pomp and glory of Man to depress; | |
| And as your slaves in thraldom them to hold: | |
| Which by experience now too well I prove, | |
| There is no pain unto the pains of love. | | | | |
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