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. XXXIII.
[I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love]
I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my love,I prais'd that faire, that none ynough could praise:
But plaintes, nor praises, could faire Lycia moove,
Above my reach, she did her vertues raise.
And thus reply'd: False Scrawle, untrue thou art,
To faine those sighes, that no where can be sound:
For halfe those praises, came not from his hart:
Whose faith and love, as yet was never found.
Thy maisters lyfe, (false Scrawle) shall be thy doome:
Because he burnes, I judge thee to the flame:
Both your attempts, deserve no better roome,
Thus at her word, we ashes both became.
Beleeve me (faire) and let my paper live:
Or be not faire, and so me freedome give.
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