Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet XXXIII. Pale are my looks, forsaken of my life
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)P
Cinders, my bones; consumèd with thy flame.
Floods are my tears, to end this burning strife;
And yet I sigh, for to increase the same.
I mourn alone, because alone I burn:
Who doubts of this, then let him learn to love!
Her looks, cold ice into a flame can turn;
As I distressèd in myself do prove.
Respect, fair L
Count but the tithe both of my sighs and tears!
See how my love doth still increase my care!
And care’s increase, my life to nothing wears.
Send but a sigh, my flame for to increase:
Or lend a tear, and cause it so to cease.