I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine, <br />By heart, by eyes, by what I held most dear; <br />Thou checked mine oath, and said: these were not mine, <br />And that I had no right by them to swear. <br />Then by my sighs, my passions, and my tears, <br />My vows, my prayers, my sorrow, and my love, <br />My grief, my joy, my hope, and hopeless fears, <br />My heart is thine, and never shall remove. <br />These are not thine, though sent unto thy view, <br />All else I grant, by right they are thine own; <br />Let these suffice that what I swear is true, <br />And more than this if that it could be known. <br />So shall all these though troubles ease my grief; <br />If that they serve to work in thee belief.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-18/
