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Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший)


Licia Sonnets 21


Licia my love was sitting in a grove,
Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs,
But straight she spied where two together strove,
Each one complaining of the other's wrongs.
Cupid did cry lamenting of the harm;
Jove's messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far;
Use thou thy rod, rely upon the charm;
Think not by speech my force thou canst debar.
A rod, Sir boy, were fitter for a child,
My weapons oft and tongue and mind you took;
And in my wrong at my distress thou smiled,
And scorned to grace me with a loving look.
Speak you, sweet love, for you did all the wrong
That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.



Giles Fletcher the Elder's other poems:
  1. Licia Sonnets 24
  2. Licia Sonnets 50
  3. Licia Sonnets 40
  4. Licia Sonnets 7
  5. Licia Sonnets 26


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