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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Sonet. VIII.
[Harde are the rockes, the marble, and the steele]
Harde are the rockes, the marble, and the steele,The auncient oake, with wind, and weather tost,
But you my love, farre harder doe I feele,
Then flinte, or these, or is the winters frost.
My teares too weake, your heart they can not moove,
My sighes, that rocke, like wind it cannot rent,
Too Tyger-like you sweare, you cannot love:
But teares, and sighes, you fruitlesse backe have sent.
The frost too hard, not melted with my flame,
I Cynders am, and yet you feele no heate:
Surpasse not these (sweet love) for verie shame,
But let my teares, my vowes, my sighes, entreat,
Then shall I say, as I by triall finde:
These all are hard, but you (my love) are kind.
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