Canzon 34. Since from the full feed of thy favour’s lease

Anonymous

SINCE from the full feed of thy favour’s lease,

My thoughts (O Time’s accursed memory!)

Were forced (such shift, alas, did ill them please!)

To crop on sedge sour and unsavoury;

Since from their sweet refresh, all pinèd, they

Have spent a lustre in sad widowhood;

Since when Sorrow to them hath served in pay,

Outlaws to Hope, immured from every good;

Since from thy brow, the pompous gallery

Wherein were storised to mine eye, sweet objects,

Embroidered all with rare imàgery;

Whose ivory floor enamelled azure frets:

Mine eye (O woe the while!) hath been sequestered!

My heart, his grief therefore, in face hath registered.