| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | To Licia, the wise, kind, virtuous, and fair | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | BRIGHT matchless Star, the honour of the sky! | |
| From whose clear shine heaven’s vault hath all his light. | |
| I send these Poems to your graceful eye. | |
| Do you but take them, and they have their right. | |
| I build besides a Temple to your name, | 5 |
| Wherein my thoughts shall daily sing your praise; | |
| And will erect an Altar for the same, | |
| Which shall, your virtues and your honour raise. | |
| But heaven, the Temple of your honour is; | |
| Whose brazen tops your worthy self made proud: | 10 |
| The ground an Altar, base for such a bliss, | |
| With pity torn, because I sighed so loud. | |
| And since my skill no worship can impart; | |
| Make you an incense of my loving heart! | | | | |
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