Ah Licia, sigh and say thou art my own; <br />Nay, be my own, as you full oft have said. <br />So shall your truth unto the world be known, <br />And I resolved where now I am afraid. <br />And if my tongue eternize can your praise, <br />Or silly speech increase your worthy fame, <br />If ought I can, to heaven your worth can raise, <br />The age to come shall wonder at the same. <br />In this respect your love, sweet love, I told, <br />My faith and truth I vowed should be forever. <br />You were the cause if that I was too bold; <br />Then pardon this my fault or love me never. <br />But if you frown I wish that none believe me, <br />For slain with sighs I'll die before I grieve thee.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-50/
