Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath: <br />I never saw that so my thoughts did please; <br />And yet content displeased I see them wroth <br />To love so much and cannot have their ease. <br />I told my thoughts, my sovereign made a pause, <br />Disposed to grant, but willing to delay; <br />They then repined, for that they knew no cause, <br />And swore they wished she flatly would say nay. <br />Thus hath my love my thoughts with treason filled, <br />And 'gainst my sovereign taught them to repine. <br />So thus my treason all my thoughts hath killed, <br />And made fair Licia say she is not mine. <br />But thoughts too rash my heart doth now repent; <br />And as you please, they swear, they are content.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-38/
