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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXXVI. I speak, fair Licia, what my torments be
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
I SPEAK, fair LICIA, what my torments be;
But then my speech too partial do I find:
For hardly words can with those thoughts agree:
Those thoughts that swarm in such a troubled mind.
  Then do I vow my tongue shall never speak,        5
Nor tell my grief that in my heart doth lie:
But, cannon-like, I, then surcharged, do break.
And so my silence worse than speech I try.
  Thus speech, or none, they both do breed my care:
I live dismayed and kill my heart with grief.        10
In all respects my case alike doth fare.
To him that wants; and dares not ask relief.
  Then you, fair LICIA, Sovereign of my heart,
  Read to yourself my anguish and my smart!

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