Rosader's second Sonetto

Turn I my looks unto the skies,

Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes;

If so I gaze upon the ground,

Love then in every flower is found.

Search I the shade to fly my pain,

He meets me in the shade again;

Wend I to walk in secret grove,

Even there I meet with sacred Love.

If so I bain me in the spring,

Even on the brink I hear him sing:

If so I meditate alone,

He will be partner of my moan.

If so I mourn, he weeps with me,

And where I am there will he be.

[Whenas I talk of Rosalynde

The god from coyness waxeth kind,

And seems in selfsame flames to fry

Because he loves as well as I.

Sweet Rosalynde, for pity rue;

For why, than Love I am more true:

He, if he speed, will quickly fly,

But in thy love I live and die.]