| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XXI. Licia, my Love, was sitting in a grove | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | LICIA, my Love, was sitting in a grove; | |
| Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs: | |
| But straight she spied where two together strove, | |
| Each one complaining of the other’s wrongs. | |
| CUPID did cry, lamenting of the harm, | 5 |
| “JOVE’s Messenger, thou wrong’st me too too far! | |
| Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm! | |
| Think not by speech, my force thou can’st debar!” | |
| “A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child! | |
| My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took: | 10 |
| And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled; | |
| And scorn to grace me with a loving look.” | |
| Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong! | |
| That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue. | | | | |
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