Licia Sonnets 39 (Giles Fletcher Sr Poems)
Fair matchless nymph, respect but what I crave;My thoughts are true, and honour is my love;I fainting die whom yet ...
Fair matchless nymph, respect but what I crave;My thoughts are true, and honour is my love;I fainting die whom yet ...
When as my love lay sickly in her bed,Pale death did post in hope to have a prey;But she so ...
The heavens beheld the beauty of my queen,And all amazed, to wonder thus began:"Why dotes not Jove, as erst we ...
A painter drew the image of the boy,Swift love, with wings all naked, and yet blind;With bow and arrows, bent ...
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