Sonnet VIII. No sooner had fair Phœbus trimmed his car

William Smith (fl. 1596)

NO sooner had fair PHŒBUS trimmed his car,

Being newly arisen from AURORA’s bed;

But I, in whom Despair and Hope did war,

My unpenned flock unto the mountains led.

Tripping upon the snow-soft downs I spied

Three Nymphs, more fairer than those Beauties Three

Which did appear to PARIS on Mount Ide.

Coming more near, my goddess I there see.

For She, the field Nymphs oftentimes doth haunt,

To hunt with them the fierce and savage boar:

And having sported, Virelays they chant;

Whilst I, unhappy, helpless cares deplore.

There did I call to her, ah, too unkind!

But tiger-like, of me she had no mind.