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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

we part thy boate must suffer losse Sonnet XLIII Are those two starres her eyes my lifes light gone By which my soule was freed from all darke And am I left distres'd to live alone Where none my teares and mournefull tale shall marke Ah Sunne why shine thy lookes thy lookes like gold When horseman brave thou risest in the East Ah Cynthia pale to whome my griefes I told Why doe you both rejoyce both man and beast And I alone alone that darke possesse By Licias absence brighter then the Sunne Whose smyling light did ease my sadde distresse And broke the clowdes when teares like rayne begun Heavens graunt that light and so me waking keepe Or shut my eyes and rocke me fast a-sleepe Sonnet XLIIII Cruell fayre Love I justly do complaine Of too much rigour and thy heart unkind That for mine eyes thou hast my bodie staine And would not graunt that I should favour find I look'd fayre Love and you my love lookt fayre I sigh'd for love and you for sport did smyle Your smyles were such as did perfume the ayre And this perfumed did my heart beguyle Thus I confesse the fault was in mine eyes Begun with sighes and ended with a flame I for your love did all the world despise And in these poems honour'd have your name Then let your love so with my fault dispense That all my parts feele not mine eyes offense Sonnet XLV There shone a Comet and it was full west my thoughts presaged what it did portend I found it threatned to my heart unrest And might in tyme my joyes and comfort end I further sought and found it was a Sunne Which day nor night did never use to set It constant stood when heavens did restlesse run And did their vertues and their forces let The world did muse and wonder what it meant A Sunne to shine and in the west to rise To search the trueth I strength and spirits spent At length I found it was my Licias eyes Now never after soule shall live in darke That hath the hap this westerne Sunne to marke Sonnet XLVI If he be dead in whome no hart remaines Or livelesse be in whome no lyse is found If he doe pyne that never comfort gaines And be distrest that hath his deadlie wound Then must I dye whose heart els where is clad And livelesse passe the greedie wormes to feed Then must I pine that never comfort had And be distrest whose wound with teares doth bleed Which if I doe why doe I not waxe cold Why rest I not lyke one that wants a hart Why moove I still lyke him that lyfe doth hold And sense enjoy both of my joy and sinart Lyke Nyobe Queene which made a stone did weepe Licia my heart dead and alive doth keepe Sonnet XLVII Lyke Memnons rocke toucht with the rising Sunne Which yeelds a sownd and ecchoes foorth a voice But when its ' drownde in westerne seas is dunne And drousie lyke leaves off to make a noice So I my love inlightned with your shyne A Poets skill within my soule I shroud Not rude lyke that which finer wittes declyne But such as Muses to the best allowde But when your figure and your shape is gone I speechlesse am lyke as I was before Or if I write my verse is fill'd with moane and blurd with teares by falling in such store Then muse not Licia if my Muse be slacke For when I wrote I did thy beautie lacke Sonnet XLVIII I saw sweet Licia when the spydar ranne Within your house to weave a woorthlesse web You present were and feard her with your fanne So that amazed speedilie she fled She in your house such sweete perfumes did smell And heard the Muses with their notes refin'd Thus fill'd with envie could no longer dwell But straight return'd and at your house repin'd Then tell me spidar why of late I sawe Thee loose thy poison and thy bowels gone Did these enchaunt and keepe thy limmes in awe And made thy forces to be small or none No. no thou didst by chaunce my Licia fee Who for her looke Minerva seem'd to thee Sonnet XLIX If that I dye fayre Lycia with disdaine Or hartlesse live surprised with thy wrong Then heavens and earth shall accent both my paine And curse the time so cruell and so long If you be kinde my Queene as you are fayre And ayde my thoughtes that still for conquest strive Then will I sing and never more dispayre And praise your kindnesse whylst I am alive Till then I pay the tribute of my teares To moove thy mercie and thy constant trueth Respect fayre love howe these with sorrowe weares The truest heart unlesse it finde some ruthe Then grace me sweet and with thy favour rayse me So shall I live and all the world shall praise thee Sonnet L. A Licia sigh and say thou art my owne Nay be my owne as you full oft have sayd So shall your trueth unto the world be knowne And I resolv'd where now I am afrayd And if my tongue aeternize can your prayse Or silly speech increase your worthy fame If ought I can to heaven your worth can rayse The age to come shall wonder at the same In this respect your love sweete love I told My faith and trueth I vow'd should be for ever You were the cause if that I was too bold Then pardon this my fault or love me never But if you frowne I wish that none beleeve me For slayne with sighes I le dye before I greeve thee Sonnet LI. When first the Sunne whome all my senses serve Began to shine upon this earthly round The heav'ns for her all graces did reserve That Pandor-like with all she might abound Apollo plac'd his brightnesse in her eyes His skill presaging and his musicke sweete Mars gave his force all force she now defyes Venus her smyles where with she Mars did meete Python a voyce Dyana made her chaste Ceres gave plentie Cupid lent his bowe Thetis his feete there Pallas wisdome plac't With these she Queene-like kept a world in awe Yet all these honours deemed are but pelfe For she is much more worthie of her selfe Sonnet LII O sugred talke where with my thoughtes doe live O browes loves Trophee and my senses shine O charming smyles that death or life can give O heavenly kisses from a mouth devine O wreaths too strong and tramels made of hayre O pearles inclosed in an Ebon pale O Rose and Lillyes in a field most fayre Where modest whyte doth make the red seeme pale O voyce whose accents live within my heart O heavenly hand that more then Atlas holds O sighes perfum'd that can release my smart O happy they whome in her armes she folds Nowe if you aske where dwelleth all this blisse Seeke out my love and she will shew you this AN ODE LOVE I repent me that I thought My sighes and languish dearely bought For sighes and languish both did prove That he that languisht sight for love

LICIA or POEMES OF LOVE 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 Auxit musarum numerum Sappho addit a musis Faelix si saevus sic voluisset Amor. Ad Amorem SI Coelum patria est puer beatum Si verò peperit Venus benigna Si Nectar tibi Massicum ministrat Si Sancta Ambrosia est Cibus petitus Quid noctes habitas diesque mecum Quid Victum face supplicemque aduris Quid longam lachrimis sitim repellis Quid nostrae dape pasceris medullae Overè rabidum genus faerarum Odomo stige patriaque digne Iam levis sumus umbra quid lacessis Ad Lectorem NON Convitia nec latrationes Nec Ronchos timeo Calumniasvè Nec ullos obelos severiores Non quodjudicio meo Poëta Sim tantus nihil ut queat reprehendi Sed quodjudicio meo Poëta Sim tam rediculus parùmque doctus Vt nullum fore judicem eruditum Meos carpere qui velit labores Nam quis Aethiopem velit lavare To the reader COurteous Reader for my owne fault I referre thee to my Preface but for the Printers I crave pardon The excuse is just if thou knew the cause I desire thee therefore to correct the greater thus the lesse of thy selfe and to pardon all Thue to the Read pag. 3. lin 20 Thus. Gracelesse pag. 1. lin 3. Gracefull You pag. 3. lin 6. Such O. pag. 8. lin 14. Sonne Hands pag. 4. lin 7. 0. My pag. 17. line 12. Thy. Make pag. 36. lin 12. 0. Singers pag. 58. lin 20. fingers Fciend pag. 69. lin 19. friend TO THE WORthie Kinde Wise and Vertuous Ladie the Ladie Mollineux wife to the Right Worshipfull Syr Richard Mollineux Knight HOwsoever in the settled opinions of some wise heads this trifling labor may easily incurre the suspicion of two evils either to be of an idle subject and so frivolous or vainly handled and so odious Yet my resolute purpose was to proceed so farre as the indifferent Reader might thinke this small paines to be rather an effect then a cause of idlenesse and howsoever Love in this age hath behaved himselfe in that loose manner as it is counted a disgrace to give him but a kind looke yet I take the passion in it selfe to be of that honour and credite as it is the perfect resemblance of the greatest happinesse and rightlie valued at his just price in a minde that is syncerely truly amorous an affection of greatest vertue and able of him selfe to aeternize the meanest vassall Concerning the handling of it especially in this age men may wonder if a Scholler how I come by so much leasure if otherwise why a writer Indeede to say trueth though I can not justly challenge the first name yet I wish none to be writers save onely such as knowe learning And whereas my thoughtes and some reasons drew me rather to have dealt in causes of greater weight yet the present jarre of this disagreeing age drive me into a fitte so melancholie as I onely had leasure to growe passionate And I see not why upon our dissentions I may not sit downe idle forsake my study and goe sing of love as well as our Brownistes forsake the Church and write of malice And that this is a matter not so unfitte for a man either that respecteth him selfe or is a scholler Peruse but the writings of former times and you shall see not onely others in other countryes as Italie and France men of learning and great partes to have written Poems and Sonnets of Love but even amongst us men of best nobilitie and chiefest families to be the greatest Schollers and most renowmed in this kind But two reasons hath made it a thing foolishly odious in this age the one that so many base companions are the greatest writers the other that our English Genevian puritie hath quite debarred us of honest recreation and yet the great pillar as they make him of that cause hath shewed us as much witte and learning in this kinde as any other before or since Furthermore for all students I will say thus much that the base conceit which men generally have of their wants is such as I scarce terme him a scholler that hath not all the accomplyments of a Gentleman nor sufficiently wise that will not take oportunitie in some sort to shew it For I can say thus much that the Vniversitie wherein I lived and so I thinke the other hath so many wise excellent sufficient men as setting their learning aside wherein they are most excellent yet in all habilliments of a Gentleman they are equall to any besides This woulde that worthie Sidney oft confesse and Haringtons Ariosto which Madame was respected so much by you sheweth that his abode was in Kinges Colledge Yet nowe it is growen to this passe that learning is lightly respected upon a perswasion that it is to be found every where a thing untrue and unpossible Now in that I have written Love sonnets if any man measure my affection by my style let him say I am in Love no greate matter for if our purest divines have not bene so why are so manie married I mislike not that nor I would not have them mislyke this For a man may be in loue and not marrie and yet vvise but hee hee cannot marrie and not be in love but be a mere foole Nowe for the manner we will dispute that in some other place yet take this by the waie though I am so liberall to graunt thus much a man may write of love and not bee in love as well as of husbandrie and not goe to plough or of witches and be none or of holinesse and be flat prophane But wise and kinde Ladie not to trouble your eares with this idle discourse let this suffice I fonnd favours undeserved in such manner as my rude abilitie wautes meanes to make recompence and therefore in the meane time I request you to accept this If I had not so woondred at your admirable and rare vertues that my hearte was surcharged with the exceeding measure of your woorthinesse I had not written you are happie everie way and so reputed live so and I wish so you may live long excuse me favour me and if I live for I am loth to admire without thankefulnesse ere long it shall be knowne what favours I received from wise Sir Richard to whome in all kinde affectes I reste bound For the Reader if he looke for my letters to crave his favour he is farre deceived for if he mislike anie thing I am sorie he tooke the paines to reade but if he doe let him dispraise I much care not for praise is not but as men please and it is no chiefe felicitie for I have hearde some men and of late for Sermons at Paules crosse and for other paines so commended by all excepting