| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet IX. Love was laid down, all weary, fast asleep | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | LOVE was laid down, all weary, fast asleep; | |
| Whereas my Love his armour took away. | |
| The boy awaked, and straight began to weep; | |
| But stood amazed, and knew not what to say. | |
| “Weep not, my boy,” said VENUS to her son, | 5 |
| “Thy weapons none can wield but thou alone. | |
| LICIA the Fair, this harm to thee hath done; | |
| I saw her here, and presently was gone. | |
| She will restore them, for she hath no need | |
| To take thy weapons, where thy valour lies. | 10 |
| For men to wound, the Fates have her decreed | |
| With favour, hands, with beauty, and with eyes.” | |
| No, VENUS, no! She scorns them, credit me! | |
| But robbed thy son, that none might care for thee! | | | | |
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