Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
CœliaSonnet VII. If it be sin, so dearly for to love thee
William Percy (1575–1648)I
Come bind my hands! I am thy prisoner!
If yet a spark of pity may but move thee,
First sit, upon the cause, Commissioner!
The same, well heard, may wrest incontinent,
Two floods from forth those rocks of adamant;
Which streaming down with force impatient
May melt the breast of my fierce R
Dearest Cruel, the cause, I see dislikes thee!
On us thy brows thou bends so direfully!
Enjoin me penance whatsoever likes thee;
Whate’er it be, I’ll take it thankfully!
Yet since, for love it is, I am thy Bondman;
Good C