| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet I. Sad, all alone, not long I musing sat | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | SAD, all alone, not long I musing sat | |
| But that my thoughts compelled me to aspire. | |
| A laurel garland in my hand I gat, | |
| So the Muses I approached the nigher. | |
| My suit was this, A Poet to become; | 5 |
| To drink with them, and from the heavens be fed. | |
| PHŒBUS denied; and sware, “There was no room | |
| Such to be Poets as fond Fancy led.” | |
| With that I mourned, and sat me down to weep. | |
| VENUS she smiled, and smiling to me said, | 10 |
| “Come drink with me, and sit thee still and sleep!” | |
| This voice I heard, and VENUS I obeyed. | |
| That poison, Sweet, hath done me all this wrong; | |
| For now of Love must needs be all my Song. | | | | |
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