THE LOVER TO HIS LADY.
My girl, thou gazest much
Upon the golden skies:
Would I were Heaven! I would behold
Thee then with all mine eyes!
George Turberville.
MASTER GEORGE: HIS SONNET OF THE PAINS OF LOVE.
Two lines shall tell the grief
That I by love sustain:
I burn, I flame, I faint, I freeze,
Of Hell I feel the pain.
George Turberville.