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. XXVII.
[The Chrystal streames, wherein my love did swimme]
The Chrystal streames, wherein my love did swimme,Melted in teares, as partners of my woe,
Her shine was such, as did the fountaine dimme;
The pearlike fountaine, whiter than the snowe,
Then lyke perfume, resolved with a heate,
The fountaine smoak'd, as if it thought to burne:
A woonder strange, to see the colde so great,
And yet the fountaine, into smoake to turne.
I searcht the cause, and found it to be this,
She toucht the water, and it burnt with love,
Now by her meanes, it purchast hath that blisse,
Which all diseases, quicklie can remoove.
Then if by you, these streames thus blessed be:
(Sweet) graunt me love, and be not woorse to me.
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