| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet III. The heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | THE HEAVENS beheld the beauty of my Queen; | |
| And all amazed, to wonder thus began: | |
| “Why dotes not JOVE, as erst we all have seen, | |
| And shapes himself like to a seemly man? | |
| Mean are the matches which he sought before; | 5 |
| Like bloomless buds, too base to make compare: | |
| And she alone hath treasured Beauty’s store; | |
| In whom all gifts and princely graces are.” | |
| CUPID replied, “I posted with the sun | |
| To view the Maids that lived in all those days: | 10 |
| And none there was that might not well be won, | |
| But She; most hard, most cold, made of delays.” | |
| Heavens were deceived, and wrong they do esteem; | |
| She hath no heat, although She living seem. | | | | |
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