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. XXII
[I might have dyed, before my lyfe begunne]
I might have dyed, before my lyfe begunne,When as my father for his countries good,
The Persians favour and the Sophy vvonne:
But yet with daunger, of his dearest blood.
Thy father (sweet) whome daunger did beset,
Escaped all, and for no other end:
But onely this, that you he might beget:
Whom heavens decreed, into the world to send.
Then father, thanke thy daughter for thy lvfe,
And Neptune praise, that yeelded so to thee,
To calme the tempest, when the stormes were ryfe,
And that thy daughter should a Venus be.
I call thee Venue (sweet) but be not wroth,
Thou art more chast, yet seas did favour both.
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