| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XXVIII. In time the strong and stately turrets fall | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | IN time the strong and stately turrets fall. | |
| In time the rose, and silver lilies die. | |
| In time the monarchs captive are and thrall. | |
| In time the sea and rivers are made dry. | |
| The hardest flint in time doth melt asunder. | 5 |
| Still living fame, in time doth fade away. | |
| The mountains proud, we see in time come under: | |
| And earth, for aye, we see in time decay. | |
| The sun in time forgets for to retire | |
| From out the East, where he was wont to rise. | 10 |
| The basest thoughts, we see in time aspire. | |
| And greedy minds, in time do wealth despise. | |
| Thus all, sweet Fair, in time must have an end: | |
| Except thy beauty, virtues, and thy friend. | | | | |
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