| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XXX. When as her lute is tunèd to her voice | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | WHEN as her lute is tunèd to her voice, | |
| The air grows proud for honour of that sound; | |
| And rocks do leap, to shew how they rejoice | |
| That in the earth such music should be found. | |
| When as her hair (more worth, more pale, than gold) | 5 |
| Like silver thread lies wafting in the air; | |
| DIANA-like she looks, but yet more bold: | |
| Cruel in chase, more chaste, and yet more fair. | |
| When as she smiles, the cloud for envy breaks; | |
| She JOVE in pride encounters with a check: | 10 |
| The sun doth shine for joy when as she speaks, | |
| Thus heaven and earth do homage at her beck. | |
| Yet all these graces, blots; not graces, are: | |
| If you, my Love, of love do take no care. | | | | |
|
|
