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 XXXII.
[Yeares, months, daies, houres, in sighes I sadlie spend]
Yeares, months, daies, houres, in sighes I sadlie spend,I blacke the night, wherein I sleeplesse tosse:
I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end,
Thus tymes expence, encreaseth but my losse.
I musing stand, and woonder at my love:
That in so faire, should be a heart of steele:
And then I thinke, my fancie to remove:
But then more painfull, I my passions feele.
Thus must I love (sweet faire) untill I die,
And your unkindnesse, doth my love encrease;
I conquerd am, I can it not denie:
My lyfe must end, yet shall my love not cease.
Then heavens, make Licia faire, most kind to me:
Or with my life, my loue may finisht be.
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