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. XLIIII.
[Cruell fayre Love, I justly do complaine]
Cruell fayre Love, I justly do complaine,Of too much rigour, and thy heart unkind.
That for mine eyes, thou hast my bodie slaine,
And would not graunt, that I should favour find.
I look'd (fayre Love) and you my love lookt fayre,
I sigh'd for love, and you for sport did smyle.
Your smyles were such as did perfume the ayre,
And this perfumed did my heart beguyle,
Thus I confesse, the fault was in mine eyes,
Begun with sighes, and ended with a flame:
I for your love, did all the world despise,
And in these poems, honour'd have your name.
Then let your love so with my fault dispense,
That all my parts feele not mine eyes offense.
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