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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Licia
Sonnet XXXI. Years, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
 
YEARS, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend.
I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.
I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.
Thus time’s expense increaseth but my loss.
  I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;        5
That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.
And then I think, my fancy to remove:
But then more painful I my passions feel.
  Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;
And your unkindness doth my love increase:        10
I conquered am, I cannot it deny.
My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.
  Then heavens, make LICIA fair most kind to me;
  Or with my life, my love may finished be!
 
 
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