Sonnet 1: In prime of youthly yeares versuri

Versuri Thomas Watson – Sonnet 1: In prime of youthly yeares lyrics

In prime of youthly yeares as then not wounded,
With Loues impoisoned dart or bitter gall:
Nor minde nor thought son fickle Fancie grounded
But carelesse hunting after pleasures ball.

I tooke delight to laugh at Louers follie,
Accounting beautie but a fading blossome:
What I esteemed prophane, they deemed holie,
Ioying the thraldome which I counted loathsome.

Their plaints were such as no thing might relieue them,
Their harts did wellnie breake loues paine induring:
Yet still I smild to see how loue did grieue them,
Vnwise they were their sorrowes selfe procuring.

Thus whilst they honoured Cupid for a God,
I held him as a boy not past the rod.