Sonnet 3: Shee Smild to See her Sonne versuri

Versuri Thomas Watson – Sonnet 3: Shee Smild to See her Sonne lyrics

Shee smild to see her sonne in such a rage,
I laught to thinke how I had Loue prevented:
He frownd and vowd nought should his ire asswage,
Till I had stoopt to Love, and love repented.

The more he rag’d the greater grew our laughter,
The more we laught the fiercer was his ire:
And in his anger sware my poore harts slaughter,
Which in my breast beautie should set on fire.

Faire Venus seeing her deere sonne in chollar,
Fearing mishap by his too hasty anger:
Perswaded him that she should work my dollor,
And by her meanes procure my endles langor.

So Love and loves Queene (Love having consented,)
Agreed that I by Love should be tormented.