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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXXVII. Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
SWEET, I protest, and seal it with an oath,
I never saw that so my thoughts did please:
And yet content, displeased I see them wroth
To love so much, and cannot have their ease.
  I told my thoughts, “My Sovereign made a pause:        5
Disposed to grant, but willing to delay.”
They then repined, for that they knew no cause;
And swore they wished She flatly would say “Nay.”
  Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason filled;
And ’gainst my Sovereign taught them to repine:        10
So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath killed;
And made fair LICIA say, She is not mine.
  But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:
  And, as you please, they swear they are content.

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