Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet III. The heavens beheld the beauty of my Queen
Giles Fletcher (1586?1623)T
And all amazed, to wonder thus began:
“Why dotes not J
And shapes himself like to a seemly man?
Mean are the matches which he sought before;
Like bloomless buds, too base to make compare:
And she alone hath treasured Beauty’s store;
In whom all gifts and princely graces are.”
C
To view the Maids that lived in all those days:
And none there was that might not well be won,
But She; most hard, most cold, made of delays.”
Heavens were deceived, and wrong they do esteem;
She hath no heat, although She living seem.