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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| XXXVIII. | Sonnet. XXXVIII.
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Sonnet. XXXVIII.
[Sweet, I protest, and seale it with an oath]
Sweet, I protest, and seale it with an oath:I never saw, that so my thoughtes did please:
And yet content displeas'd I see them wroth:
To love so much, and cannot have their ease.
I tolde my thoughts, my soveraigne made a pause,
Dispos'd to graunt, but willing to delay:
They then repin'd, for that they knewe no cause,
And swore they wisht, she flatlie would say nay.
Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason fild:
And gainst my soveraigne, taught them to repine:
So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath kill'd,
And made faire Licia, say she is not mine.
But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:
And as you please, they sweare, they are content.
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