| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XXIII. My Love was masked, and armèd with a fan | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | MY Love was masked, and armèd with a fan; | |
| To see the sun so careless of his light: | |
| Which stood and gazed; and gazing, waxèd wan | |
| To see a star, himself that was more bright. | |
| Some did surmise She hid her from the sun; | 5 |
| Of whom, in pride, She scorned for to be kissed: | |
| And feared the harm by him to others done. | |
| But these the reason of this wonder missed; | |
| Nor durst the sun, if that her face were bare, | |
| In greatest pride presume to take a kiss: | 10 |
| But she, more kind, did show she had more care | |
| Than with her eyes eclipse him of his bliss. | |
| Unmask you, Sweet, and spare not! dim the sun! | |
| Your light’s enough, although that his were done. | | | | |
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