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. XXXVIII.
[I speake (faire Licia) what my torments be]
I speake (faire Licia) what my torments be:But then my speach; too partiall doe I finde:
For hardlie words, can with those thoughts agree:
Those thoughtes that swarme, in such a moubled mind.
Then doe I vowe, my tongue shall never speake:
Nor tell my griefe, that in my heart doth lie:
But cannon-like, I then surchardg'd, doe breake,
And so my silence, worse than speach I trie.
Thus speach, or none, they both doe breed my care:
I live dismayd, and kill my heart with griefe:
In all respectes, my case alyke doth fare:
To him that wants, and dare not aske reliefe.
Then you (faire Licia) soveraigne of my heart:
Read to your selfe, my anguish, and my smart.
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