Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
Thomas Watson Hekatompathia 1592: Sonnet III
Speake gentle heart, where is thy dwelling place?
Wt her, whose birth the heauens themselues have blest.
What dost thou there? Sometimes behold her face,
And lodge sometimes within her cristall brest:
She cold, thou hot, how can you then agree?
Not nature now, but loue doth gouerne me.
With her wilt thou remaine, and let mee die?
If I returne, wee both shall die for grief:
If still thou staye, what good shall growe thereby?
Ile moue her heart to purchase thy reliefe;
What if her heart be hard, & stop his cares?
Ile sigh aloud, & make him soft with teares:
If that preuaile, wilt thou returne from thence?
Not I alone, her heart shall come with mee:
Then will you both liue under my defence?
So long as life will let us both agree:
Why then despaire, goe packe thee hence away,
I liue in hope to haue a golden daie.
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