| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet II. Weary was Love, and sought to take his rest | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | WEARY was LOVE, and sought to take his rest. | |
| He made his choice upon a Virgin’s lap; | |
| And slyly crept from thence into her breast, | |
| Where still he meant to sport him in his hap. | |
| The Virgin frowned, like PHŒBUS in a cloud, | 5 |
| “Go pack, sir boy, here is no room for such! | |
| My breast, no wanton foolish boys must shroud!” | |
| This said, my Love did give the Wag a touch. | |
| Then as the foot, that treads the stinging snake, | |
| Hastes to be gone, for fear what may ensue: | 10 |
| So LOVE, my Love was forced for to forsake; | |
| And, for more speed, without his arrows flew. | |
| “Pardon!” he said, “for why you seemed to me, | |
| My mother VENUS in her pride to be.” | | | | |
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