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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XVII. As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
AS are the sands, fair LICIA, on the shore;
Or coloured flowers, garlands of the Spring;
Or as the frosts not seen nor felt before;
Or as the fruits that Autumn forth doth bring;
  As twinkling stars, the tinsel of the night;        5
Or as the fish that gallop in the seas;
As airs, each part that still escapes our sight:
So are my Sighs, controllers of my ease.
  Yet these are such as needs must have an end,
For things finite, none else hath Nature done:        10
Only the sighs which from my heart I send
Will never cease, but where they first began.
  Accept them, Sweet, as incense due to thee!
  For you immortal made them so to be.

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