Licia, or Poemes of Loue In Honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his Lady, to the imitation of the best Latin Poets, and others. Whereunto is added the Rising to the Crowne of Richard the third [by Giles Fletcher] |
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5
Sonet. IIII.
[Love, and my love, did range the forrest wilde]
Love, and my love, did range the forrest wilde,Mounted alyke, upon swift coursers both:
Love her encountred, though he was a childe,
Let's strive (saith he) whereat my love vvas vvroth,
And scorn'd the boy, and checkt him with a smile,
I mounted am, and armed with my speare,
Thou art too weake, thy selfe doe not beguile,
I could thee conquere, if I naked were:
With this love wept, and then my love reply'd:
Kisse me (sweet boy) so: weepe (my boy) no more,
Thus did my love, and thus her force she try'd,
Love was made yee, that fier was before.
A kisse of hers, as I poore soule doe proove,
Can make the hottest freese, and coldest love.
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