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. X.
[A paynter drew, the image of the boye]
A paynter drew, the image of the boye,Swift love, with winges all naked, and yet blind:
With bowe and arrowes, bent for to destroye,
I blam'd his skill, and fault I thus did fynde:
A needlesse taske, I see thy cunning take,
Misled by love, thy fancie thee betrayde,
Love is no boye, nor blinde, as men him make,
Nor weapons weares, whereof to be affrayde:
But if thou love, wilt paint with greatest skill,
A Love, a mayde, a goddesse, and a Queene:
Woonder, and viewe at Lycias picture still,
For other love, the world hath never seene:
For she alone, all hope, all comfort gives:
Mens hearts, soules all, led by her favour lives.
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