Giles Fletcher The Elder

(1548 - 1611 / Watford, Hertfordshire)

Giles Fletcher The Elder Poems

1. Licia Sonnets 31 1/1/2004
2. Licia Sonnets 32 1/1/2004
3. Licia Sonnets 34 1/1/2004
4. Licia Sonnets 28 1/1/2004
5. Licia Sonnets 29 1/1/2004
6. Licia Sonnets 36 1/1/2004
7. Licia Sonnets 33 1/1/2004
8. Licia Sonnets 30 1/1/2004
9. Licia Sonnets 38 1/1/2004
10. Licia Sonnets 48 1/1/2004
11. Licia Sonnets 40 1/1/2004
12. Licia Sonnets 41 1/1/2004
13. Licia Sonnets 46 1/1/2004
14. Licia Sonnets 43 1/1/2004
15. Licia Sonnets 50 1/1/2004
16. Licia Sonnets 44 1/1/2004
17. Licia Sonnets 37 1/1/2004
18. Licia Sonnets 47 1/1/2004
19. Licia Sonnets 39 1/1/2004
20. Licia Sonnets 52 1/1/2004
21. Licia Sonnets 45 1/1/2004
22. To Love 1/1/2004
23. Licia Sonnets 49 1/1/2004
24. Licia Sonnets 35 1/1/2004
25. Licia Sonnets 51 1/1/2004
26. Licia Sonnets 27 1/1/2004
27. Licia Sonnets 22 1/1/2004
28. Licia Sonnets 21 1/1/2004
29. Licia Sonnets 06 1/1/2004
30. Licia Sonnets 08 1/1/2004
31. Licia Sonnets 19 1/1/2004
32. Licia Sonnets 09 1/1/2004
33. Licia Sonnets 17 1/1/2004
34. Licia Sonnets 11 1/1/2004
35. Licia Sonnets 24 1/1/2004
36. Licia Sonnets 13 1/1/2004
37. Licia Sonnets 16 1/1/2004
38. Licia Sonnets 04 1/1/2004
39. Licia Sonnets 14 1/1/2004
40. Licia Sonnets 18 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Giles Fletcher The Elder

Licia Sonnets 12

I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing,
Spurred by ambition, glad to aspire,
Myself a monarch, or some mighty king,
And then my thoughts do wish for to be higher.
But when I view what winds the cedars toss.
What storms men feels that covet for renown,
I blame myself that I have wished my loss,
And scorn a kingdom, though it give a crown.
Ah Licia, though the wonder of my thought,
My heart's content, procurer of my bliss,
For whom a crown I do esteem as naught,
As Asia's wealth, too mean to buy a kiss!
Kiss me, sweet love, this favor do for ...

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Licia Sonnets 51

When first the sun whom all my senses serve,
Began to shine upon this earthly round,
The heavens for her all graces did reserve,
That Pandor-like with all she might abound.
Apollo placed his brightness in her eyes,
His skill presaging and his music sweet.
Mars gave his force; all force she now defies;
Venus her smiles wherewith she Mars did meet;
Python a voice, Diana made her chaste,

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