Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ChlorisSonnet XVII. The perils which Leander took in hand
William Smith (fl. 1596)T
Fair H
When, void of fear, securely leaving land,
Through Hellespont he swam to Cestos main:
His dangers should not counterpoise my toil.
If my dear Love would once but pity show,
To quench these flames which in my breast do broil,
Or dry these springs which from mine eyes do flow;
Not only Hellespont, but ocean seas,
For her sweet sake, to ford I would attempt!
So that my travails would her ire appease;
My soul, from thrall and languish to exempt.
O what is’t not, poor I, would undertake;
If labour could my peace with C