Sonnet XLVI. So soon as peeping Lucifer, Aurora’s star

Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)

SO soon as peeping LUCIFER, AURORA’s star,

The sky with golden periwigs doth spangle;

So soon as PHŒBUS gives us light from far,

So soon as fowler doth the bird entangle;

Soon as the watchful bird, Clock of the Morn!

Gives intimation of the Day’s appearing;

Soon as the jolly hunter winds his horn,

His speech and voice with custom’s echo clearing;

Soon as the hungry lion seeks his prey

In solitary range of pathless mountains;

Soon as the passenger sets on his way,

So soon as beasts resort unto the fountains;

So soon mine eyes their office are discharging;

And I, my griefs, with greater griefs enlarging!