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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Diana by Henry Constable (1562–1613)
    Front Matter
    Introductory: Unto Her Majesty’s sacred honourable Maids by Richard Smith
The First Decade
II. I. Resolved to love, unworthy to obtain
II. Blame not my heart for flying up too high!
III. Fly low, dear love! thy sun dost thou not see?
IV. A friend of mine, pitying my hopeless love
V. Thine eye, the glass where I behold my heart
VI. Mine eye with all the deadly sins is fraught
VII. Falsely doth Envy of your praises blame
VIII. Much Sorrow in itself my love doth move
IX. My Lady’s presence makes the Roses red
X. Heralds at arms do three perfections quote
The Second Decade
I. If true love might true love’s reward obtain
II. It may be, Love my death doth not pretend
III. The Sun, his journey ending in the west
IV. Lady! in beauty and in favour rare
V. My Reason absent, did mine Eyes require
VI. Wonder it is, and pity is’t, that she
VII. Pity refusing my poor Love to feed
VIII. The fowler hides, as closely as he may
IX. Sweet hand! the sweet but cruel bow thou art!
X. Fair Sun! if you would have me praise your light
The Third Decade
I. Uncivil Sickness! hast thou no regard!
IX. Woe to mine eyes! the organs of mine ill
X. Of an Athenian young man have I read
The Fourth Decade
I. Needs must I leave, and yet needs must I love!
II. Sweet Sovereign! since so many minds remain
III. When your perfections to my thoughts appear
IV. Fools be they, that inveigh ’gainst Mahomet
V. Ready to seek out death in my disgrace
VI. Each day, new proofs of new despair I find
VII. The richest relic Rome did ever view
VIII. “Why thus unjustly,” say, my cruel fate!
X. Hope, like the hyæna, coming to be old
The Fifth Decade
I. Ay me, poor wretch! my prayer is turned to sin
II. I do not now complain of my disgrace
III. If ever Sorrow spoke from soul that loves
IV. You secret vales! you solitary fields!
V. His shadow to Narcissus well presented
VI. I am no model figure, or sign of Care
VII. But being Care, thou flyest me as Ill Fortune!
VIII. Dear to my soul! then, leave me not forsaken!
IX. Whilst Echo cries, “What shall become of me?”
X. Prometheus for stealing living fire
The Sixth Decade
I. One sun unto my life’s day gives true light
II. To live in hell, and heaven to behold
III. A Carver, having loved too long in vain
IV. Astronomers the heavens do divide
V. Weary of love, my Thoughts of Love complained
VI. Forgive me, Dear! for thundering on thy name
VII. My Heart, mine Eye accuseth of his death
VIII. Unhappy day! unhappy month and season!
IX. Love have I followed all too long, nought gaining
X. My God, my God, how much I love my goddess!
The Seventh Decade
I. The First Created held a joyous bower
II. Fair Grace of Graces! Muse of Muses all!
III. What viewed I, Dear! when I, thine eyes beheld?
IV. When tedious much, and over weary long
V. Had she not been so excellently fair
VI. Thus long imposed to everlasting plaining
VII. Thou wilt persèver ever to disdain me
VIII. As draws the golden Meteor of the day
IX. Wilt thou be still unkind, and kill me so?
X. I meet not mine, by others’ discontent
The Eighth Decade
I. Persèver ever, and have never done!
II. Give period to my matter of complaining
III. ’Twill grieve me more than if thou didst disdain me
IV. My tears are true: though Others be divine
V. Sometimes in verse I praised, sometimes in verse I sigh’t
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