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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00946	Licia, or Poemes of loue in honour of the admirable and singular vertues of his lady, to the imitation of the best Latin poets, and others. Whereunto is added the rising to the crowne of Richard the third.	Fletcher, Giles, 1549?-1611.	1593 (1593)	STC 11055; ESTC S105618	28,542	98

her pompe doeth ride Hath farre more beautie and more grace by oddes Iuno Ioves wife unmeete to make compare I graunt a goddesse but not halfe so mylde Minerva wife a vertue but not rare Yet these are meane if that my love but smyl'de She them surpasseth when their prides are full As farre as they surpasse the meanest trull Sonnet XIII I wish sometimes although a wortlesse thing Spurd by ambition glad for to aspyre My selfe a Monarch or some mightie King And then my thoughtes doe wish for to be hyer But when I view what windes the Cedars tosse What stormes men seele that covet for renowne I blame my selfe that I have wisht my losse And scorne a kindgome though it give a crowne A'Licia thou the wonder of my thought My heartes content procurer of my blisse For whome a crowne I doe esteme as nought And Asias wealth too meane to buy a kisse Kisse me sweete love this favour doe for me Then Crownes and Kingdomes shall I scrone for thee Sonnet XIII Inamour'd Iove commaunding did intreat Cupid to wound my love which he deny'd And swore he could not for she wanted heate And would not love as he full oft had try'd Iove in a rage impatient this to heare Reply'd vvith threats I le make you to obey Whereat the boye did flie away for feare To Lycias eyes where safe intrench'd he lay Then Iove he scorn'd and darde him to his face For novv more safe than in the heavens he dwell'd Nor could Ioves wrath doe vvrong to such a place Where grace and honour have their kingdome helde Thus in the pride and beautie of her eyes The seelie boye the greatest god defies Sonnet XIIII My love lay sleeping where birdes musicke made Shutting her eies disdainfull of the light The heat was great but greater vvas the shade Which her defended from his burning sight This Cupid savv and came a kisse to take Sucking svveet Nectar from her sugred breath She felt the touch and blusht and did avvake Seeing t' was love which she did thinke was death She cut his vvinges and caused him to stay Making a vovve hee should not thence depart Vnlesse to her the vvanton boy could pay The truest kindest and most loving heart His feathers still she used for a fanne Till by exchange my heart his feathers vvan Sonnet XV. I stood amaz'd and sawe my Licia shine Fairer then Phoebus in his brightest pride Set foorth in colours by a hand divine Where naught was wanting but a soule to guide It was a picture that I could descrye Yet made with arte so as it seem'd to live Surpassing faire and yet it had no eye Whereof my senses could no reason give With that the Painter bidde me not to muse Her eyes are shut but I deserve no blame For if she saw in faith it could not chuse But that the worke had wholly beene a flame Then burne me sweete with brightnesse of your eyes That Phaenix like from thence I may arise Sonnet XVI Graunt fayrest kind a kisse unto thy friend A blush replyde and yet a kisse I had It is not heaven that can such nectar send Whereat my senses all amaz'd were glad This done she fled as one that was afrayde And I desyr'd to kisse by kissing more My love she frown'd and I my kissing stayde Yet wisht to kisse her as I did before Then as the vine the propping elme doeth claspe Lothe to depart till both together dye So folde me sweete untill my latest gaspe That in my armes to death I kist may lye Thus whilest I live for kisses I must call Still kisse me sweete or kisse me not at all Sonnet XVII As are the sandes faire Licia on the shore Or colourd floures garlands of the spring Or as the frosts not seene nor felt before Or as the fruites that Autume foorth doth bring As twinckling starres the tinsell of the night Or as the fish that gallope in the seas As aires each part that still escapes our sight So are my sighes controllers of my ease Yet these are such as needes must have an end For things finite none els hath nature done Onlie the sighes vvhich from my heart I send Will never cease but where they first begunne Accept them sweet as incense due to thee For you immottall made them so to be Sonnet XVIII I sweare faire Licia still for to be thine By heart by eies by what I held most deare Thou checkt mine oath and said these were not mine And that I had no right by them to sweare Then by my sighes my passions and my teares My vowes my prayers my sorrowe and my love My gtiefe my joy my hope and hopeles feares My heart is thine and never shall remoove These are not thine though sent unto thy viewe All els I graunt by right they are thine owne Let these suffice that what I sweare is true And more than this if that it could be known So shall all these though troubles ease my griefe If that they serve to worke in thee beliefe Sonnet XIX That tyme faire Licia when I stole a kisse From of those lippes where Cupid lovelie laide I quakt for colde and found the cause was this My life which lov'd for love behind me staid I sent my heart my life for to recall But that was held not able to returne And both detain'd as captives were in thrall And judg'd by her that both by sighes should burne Faire burne them both for that they were so bolde But let the altar be within thy heart And I shall live because my lyfe you holde You that give lyfe to everie living part A flame I tooke when as I stole the kisse Take you my lyfe yet can I live with this Sonnet XX. First did I feare when first my love began Possest in fittes by watchfull jealousie I sought to keepe what I by favour wanne And brookt no partner in my love to be But Tyrant sicknesse fedde upon my love And spred his ensignes dy'd with colour white Then was suspition glad for to remoove And loving much did feare to loose her quite Erect faire sweet the collours thou didst weare Dislodge thy griefes the shortners of content For now of lyfe not love is all my feare Least lyfe and love be both together spent Live but faire love and banish thy disease And love kind heart both when and whom thou please Sonnet XXI Lycia my love was sitting in a grove Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs But straight she spy'd where two together strove Ech one complaining of the others wrongs Cupid did crie lamenting of the harme Ioves messenger thou wrong'st me too too farre Vse thou thy rodde relye upon thy charme Thinke not by speach my force thou canst debatre A rodde syrb●y were fitter for a childe My weapons oft and tongue and minde you tooke And in my wrong at my distresse thou smil'de And scorn'd to grace me with a loving looke Speake you sweet love for you did

graces blottes not graces are Yf you my love of love doe doe take no care Sonnet XXXII Yeares months daies houres in sighes I sadlie spend I blacke the night wherein I sleeplesse tosse I love my griefs yet wish them at an end Thus tymes expence encreaseth but my losse I musing stand and woonder at my love That in so faire should be a heart of steele And then I thinke my fancie to remove But then more painfull I my passions feele Thus must I love sweet faire untill I die And your unkindnesse doth my love encrease I conquerd am I can it not denie My lyse must end yet shall my love not cease Then heavens make Licia faire most kind to me Or with my life my loue may finisht be Sonnet XXXV When as I wish faire Licia for a kisse From those sweet lippes where Rose and Lillies strive Straight doe mine eies repine at such a blisse And seeke my lippes thereof for to deprive When as I seeke to glut mine eies by sight My lippes repine and call mine eyes away Thus both contend to have each others right And both conspire to worke my full decay O force admyt'd of beautie in her pride In whose each part such strange effects there be That all my forces in themselves devide And make my senses plainlie disagree If all were mine this envie would be gone Then graunt me all faire sweet or grant me none Sonnet XXXVI Heare how my sighes are ecchoed of the wind See how my teares are pittied by the raine Feele what a flame possessed hath my mind Taste but the griefe which I possesse in vaine Then if my sighes the blustering windes surpasse And watrie teares the droppes of raine exceed And if no flame like mine nor is nor was Nor griefe like that wheron my soule doth feed Relent faire Licia when my sighes doe blowe Yeeld at my teares that flint-like droppes consume Accept the flame that doth my incense showe Allowe the griefe that is my hearts perfume Thus sighes and teares flame griefe shall plead for me So shall I pray and you a goddesse be Sonnet XXXVIII I speake faire Licia what my torments be But then my speach too partiall doe I finde For hardlie words can with those thoughts agree Those thoughtes that swarme in such a troubled mind Then doe I vowe my tongue shall never speake Nor tell my griefe that in my heart doth lie But cannon-like I then surchardg'd doe breake And so my silence worse than speach I trie Thus speach or none they both doe breed my care I live dismayd and kill my heart with griefe In all respectes my case alyke doth fare To him that wants and dare not aske reliefe Then you faire Licia soveraigne of my heart Read to your selfe my anguish and my ●●art Sonnet XXXVIII Sweet I protest and seale it with an oath I never saw that so my thoughtes did please And yet content displeas'd I see them wroth To love so much and cannot have their case I tolde my thoughts my soveraigne made a pause Dispos'd to graunt but willing to delay They then repin'd for that they knewe no cause And swore they wisht she flatlie would say nay Thus hath my love my thoughts with treason fild And gainst my soveraigne taught them to repine So thus my treason all my thoughts hath kill'd And made faire Licia say she is not mine But thoughts too rash my heart doth now repent And as you please they sweare they are content Sonnet XXXIX Faire matchlesse Nymph respect but what I crave My thoughts are true and honour is my love I fainting die whome yet a smile might save You gave the wound and can the hurt remove Those eyes like starres that twinkle in the night And cheeks like rubies pale in lilies dy'd Those Ebon hands hands that darting have such might That in my soule my loue and live devide Accept the passions of a man possest Let Love be lov'd and graunt me leave to live Disperse those clouds that darkened have my rest And let your heaven a sun-like smile but give Then shall I praise that heaven for such a sunne That saved my life when as my griefe begun Sonnet XL. My griefe begunne faire Saint when first I saw Love in those eyes sit ruling with disdaine Whose sweet commandes did keepe a world in awe And caus'd them serve your favour to obtaine I stood as one enchaunted with a frowne Yet smilde to see all creatures serue those eyes Where each with sighes paid tribute to that crowne And thought them graced by your dumme replyes But I ambitious could not be content Till that my service more than sighes made knowne And for that end my heart to you I sent To say and sweare that faire it is your owne Then greater graces Licia doe impart Not dumme replies unto a speaking heart A SONNET MADE VPON THE TWO Twinnes daughters of the Ladie Mollineux both passing like and exceeding faire Poets did faine that heavens a Venus had Matchlesse her selfe and Cupid was her sonne Men sew'd to these and of their smiles were glad By whome so manie famous were undone Now Cupid mournes that he hath lost his might And that these two so comelie are to see And Venus frowns because they have her right Yet both so like that both shall blamelesse be With heavens two twinnes for godhead these may strive And rule a world with least part of a frowne Fairer then these two twinnes are not alive Both conquering Queenes both deserve a crowne My thoughts presage which tyme to come shall trie That thousands conquerd for their love shall die Sonnet XLI If aged Charon when my life shall end I passe thy ferrye and my wafftage pay Thy oares shall fayle thy boate and maste shall rend And through the deepe shall be a drye foote-way For why my heart with sighs doth breath such flame That ayre and water both incensed be The boundlesse Ocean from whose mouth they came For from my heare not heaven it selfe is free Then since to me thy losse can be no gaine Avoyd thy harme and flye what I foretell Make thou my love with me for to be slaine That I with her and both with thee may dwel Thy fact thus Charon both of us shall blesse Thou save thy boat and I my love possesse Sonnet XLII For if alone thou thinke to waft my love Her cold is such as can the sea commaund And frolen Ice shall let thy boate to move Nor can thy forces rowe it from the land But if thou friendly both at once shalt take Thy selfe mayst rest for why my sighes will blowe Our colde and heate so sweete a thawe shall make As that thy boate without thy helpe shall rowe Then will I sitte and glut me on those eyes Where with my life my eyes could never fill Thus from thy boate that comfort shall arise The want whereof my life and hope did kill Together plac'd so thou her skorne shalt crosse Where if