Giles Fletcher The Elder

(1548 - 1611 / Watford, Hertfordshire)

Giles Fletcher The Elder Poems

41. Licia Sonnets 26 1/1/2004
42. Licia Sonnets 03 1/1/2004
43. Licia Sonnets 10 1/1/2004
44. Licia Sonnets 23 1/1/2004
45. Licia Sonnets 15 1/1/2004
46. Licia Sonnets 05 1/1/2004
47. Licia Sonnets 20 1/1/2004
48. Licia Sonnets 02 1/1/2004
49. Licia Sonnets 25 1/1/2004
50. Licia Sonnets 01 1/1/2004
51. Licia Sonnets 12 1/1/2004

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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 18

I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine,
By heart, by eyes, by what I held most dear;
Thou checked mine oath, and said: these were not mine,
And that I had no right by them to swear.
Then by my sighs, my passions, and my tears,
My vows, my prayers, my sorrow, and my love,
My grief, my joy, my hope, and hopeless fears,
My heart is thine, and never shall remove.
These are not thine, though sent unto thy view,

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