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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| XXVI. | Sonnet. XXVI.
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Sonnet. XXVI.
[I live (sweete love) whereas the gentle winde]
I live (sweete love) whereas the gentle winde,Murmures with sport, in midst of thickest bowes,
Where loving Wood-bine, doth the Harbour binde,
And chirping birdes doe eccho foorth my vowes:
Where strongest elme, can scarce support the vine,
And sweetest flowres enameld have the ground,
Where Muses dwell, and yet hereat repine:
That on the earth so rare a place was found.
But windes delight, I wish to be content:
I praise the Wood-bine, but I take no joye:
I moane the birdes, that musicke thus have spent:
As for the rest, they breede but mine annoye.
Live thou (fayre Licia) in this place alone:
Then shall I joye, though all of these were gone.
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