English Sonnets By Poets of the Past

you were, with you my love should go. Were you the earth dear Love, and I the skies, My love should shine on you like to the sun, And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven waxed blind and till the world were done. Wheresoe'er I am, below or else above you, Wheresoe'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. Joshua Sylvester. FAVOUR. 1ADY ! in beauty and in favour rare, Of favour, not of due, I favour crave: Nature to thee beauty and favour gave, Fair then thou art, and favour thou may'st spare. And when on me bestowed your favours are, Less favour in your face you shall not have : If favour then a wounded soul may save, Of murder's guilt, dear lady, then beware. My loss of life a million-fold were less Than the least loss should unto you befall; Yet grant this gift: which gift when I possess, Both I have life, and you no loss at all:? For by your favour only I do live; And favour you may well both keep and give. ' refusing my poor Love to feed, A beggar starved for want of help he lies, And at your mouth, the door of Beauty, cries That thence some alms of sweet grants may proceed. But as he waiteth for some alms-deed, A cherry-tree before the door he spies? " O dear!" quoth he, '' two cherries may suffice, Two only life may save in this my need." But beggars, can they nought but cherries eat? Pardon my Love, he is a goddess' son, And never feedeth but on dainty meat, Else need he not to pine as he hath done: For only the sw...