Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia by Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
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| | Front Matter |
| | To Licia, the wise, kind, virtuous, and fair |
| I. | Sad, all alone, not long I musing sat |
| II. | Weary was Love, and sought to take his rest |
| III. | The heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen |
| IV. | Love and my Love did range the forest wild |
| V. | Love, with her hair, my Love by force hath tied |
| VI. | My Love, amazed, did blush herself to see |
| VII. | Death, in a rage, assaulted once my heart |
| VIII. | Hard are the rocks, the marble, and the steel |
| IX. | Love was laid down, all weary, fast asleep |
| X. | A painter drew the image of the boy |
| XI. | In Ida Vale three Queens, the Shepherd saw |
| XII. | I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing |
| XIII. | Inamoured Jove, commanding, did entreat |
| XIV. | My Love lay sleeping where birds music made |
| XV. | I stood amazed, and saw my Licia shine |
| XVI. | “Grant, fairest kind, a kiss unto thy friend!” |
| XVII. | As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore |
| XVIII. | I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine |
| XIX. | That time, fair Licia, when I stole a kiss |
| XX. | First did I fear, when first my love began |
| XXI. | Licia, my Love, was sitting in a grove |
| XXII. | I might have died before my life began |
| XXIII. | My Love was masked, and armèd with a fan |
| XXIV. | When as my Love lay sickly in her bed |
| XXV. | Seven are the Lights that wander in the skies |
| XXVI. | I live, sweet Love, where as the gentle wind |
| XXVII. | The crystal streams, wherein my Love did swim |
| XXVIII. | In time the strong and stately turrets fall |
| XXIX. | When as my Licia sailèd in the seas |
| XXX. | When as her lute is tunèd to her voice |
| XXXI. | Years, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend |
| XXXII. | I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my Love |
| XXXIII. | Pale are my looks, forsaken of my life |
| XXXIV. | When as I wish, fair Licia, for a kiss |
| XXXV. | Hear how my Sighs are echoed by the wind! |
| XXXVI. | I speak, fair Licia, what my torments be |
| XXXVII. | Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath |
| XXXVIII. | Fair matchless Nymph, respect but what I crave! |
| XXXIX. | My grief began, fair Saint, when first I saw |
| XL. | Poets did feign that heavens a Venus had |
| XLI. | If, aged Charon, when my life shall end |
| XLII. | For if alone thou think to waft my Love |
| XLIII. | Are those two stars, her eyes, my life’s light, gone? |
| XLIV. | Cruel fair Love! I justly do complain |
| XLV. | There shone a Comet, and it was full West |
| XLVI. | If he be dead in whom no heart remains |
| XLVII. | Like Memnon’s rock, touched with the rising sun |
| XLVIII. | I saw, sweet Licia, when the Spider ran |
| XLIX. | If that I die, fair Licia, with disdain |
| L. | A’ Licia sigh! and say, Thou art my own |
| LI. | When first the Sun, whom all my senses serve |
| LII. | O sugared talk! wherewith my thoughts do live |
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| | An Ode: Love, I repent me that I thought |
| | A Dialogue betwixt two Sea Nymphs, Doris and Galatea, concerning Polyphemus |
| | A Lover’s Maze |
| Elegy I. | Down in a bed, and on a bed of down |
| Elegy II. | Distance of place, my Love and me did part |
| Elegy III. | If sad Complaint would shew a Lover’s pain |
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