Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet IX. Love was laid down, all weary, fast asleep
Giles Fletcher (1586?1623)L
Whereas my Love his armour took away.
The boy awaked, and straight began to weep;
But stood amazed, and knew not what to say.
“Weep not, my boy,” said V
“Thy weapons none can wield but thou alone.
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I saw her here, and presently was gone.
She will restore them, for she hath no need
To take thy weapons, where thy valour lies.
For men to wound, the Fates have her decreed
With favour, hands, with beauty, and with eyes.”
No, V
But robbed thy son, that none might care for thee!