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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Sonnet. VII.
[Death in a rage, assaulted once my heart]
Death in a rage, assaulted once my heart,With love of her, my love that doeth denie.
I scorn'd his force, and wisht him to depart,
I heartlesse was, and therefore could not die:
I live in her, in her I plac'd my life,
She guydes my soule, and her I honour must,
Nor is this life, but yet a living strife,
A thing unmeet, and yet a thing most just:
Cupid inrag'd, did flie to make me love,
My heart lay garded with those burning eies,
The sparkes whereof denyed him to remoove;
So conquerd now, he like a captive lies,
Thus two at once by love were both undone:
My heart not lov'd, and armlesse Venus Sonne.
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