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. XVIII.
[I sweare (faire Licia) still for to be thine]
I sweare (faire Licia) still for to be thine,By heart, by eies, by what I held most deare,
Thou checkt mine oath, and said: these were not mine,
And that I had no right by them to sweare.
Then by my sighes, my passions, and my teares,
My vowes, my prayers, my sorrowe, and my love,
My griefe, my joy, my hope, and hopeles feares
My heart is thine, and never shall remoove.
These are not thine, though sent unto thy viewe,
All els I graunt, by right they are thine owne,
Let these suffice, that what I sweare is true,
And more than this, if that it eould be known.
So shall all these, though troubles ease my griefe:
If that they serve, to worke in thee beliefe.
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