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. L.
[A' Licia sigh, and say thou art my owne]
A' Licia sigh, and say thou art my owne,Nay be my owne, as you full oft have sayd.
So shall your trueth unto the world be knowne,
And I resolv'd, where now I am afrayd.
And if my tongue æternize can your prayse,
Or silly speech increase your worthy fame.
If ought I can, to heaven your worth can rayse,
The age to come, shall wonder at the same.
In this respect, your love (sweete love) I told,
My faith and trueth I vow'd should be for ever.
You were the cause, if that I was too bold,
Then pardon this my fault, or love me never.
But if you frowne, I wish that none beleeve me;
For slayne with sighes, Ile dye, before I greeve thee.
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