| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XXXII. I wrote my sighs, and sent them to my Love | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | I WROTE my sighs, and sent them to my Love. | |
| I praised that Fair, that none enough could praise: | |
| But plaints, nor praises, could fair LICIA move. | |
| Above my reach, she did her virtues raise. | |
| And thus replied, “False scrawl, untrue thou art! | 5 |
| To feign those sighs that nowhere can be found. | |
| For half those praises came not from his heart; | |
| Whose faith and love, as yet, was never found. | |
| “Thy master’s life, false scrawl, shall be thy doom! | |
| Because he burns, I judge thee to the flame! | 10 |
| Both your attempts deserve no better room.” | |
| Thus, at her word, we ashes both became. | |
| Believe me, Fair, and let my paper live! | |
| Or be not fair, and so me freedom give. | | | | |
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