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] |
 |
 | Licia, or Poemes of Loue |  |
15
Sonnet. XIIII.
[My love lay sleeping, where birdes musicke made]
My love lay sleeping, where birdes musicke made,Shutting her eies, disdainfull of the light,
The heat was great, but greater vvas the shade:
Which her defended from his burning sight:
This Cupid savv, and came a kisse to take:
Sucking svveet Nectar from her sugred breath:
She felt the touch, and blusht, and did avvake,
Seeing t'was love. which she did thinke was death:
She cut his vvinges, and caused him to stay,
Making a vovve, hee should not thence depart,
Vnlesse to her, the vvanton boy could pay,
The truest, kindest and most loving heart:
His feathers still, she used for a fanne:
Till by exchange, my heart his feathers vvan.
| Licia, or Poemes of Loue | |