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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Licia by Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
 
    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
 
    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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