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. XL.
[My griefe begunne (faire Saint) when first I saw]
My griefe begunne (faire Saint) when first I saw,Love in those eyes, sit ruling, with disdaine:
Whose sweet commandes, did keepe a world in awe:
And caus'd them serve, your favour to obtaine.
I stood as one enchaunted with a frowne,
Yet smilde to see, all creatures serue those eyes:
Where each with sighes, paid tribute to that crowne:
And thought them graced, by your dumme replyes.
But I, ambitious, could not be content:
Till that my service, more than sighes made knowne:
And for that end, my heart to you I sent:
To say, and sweare, that (faire) it is your owne.
Then greater graces (Licia) doe impart:
Not dumme replies, unto a speaking heart.
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