Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet XIV. My Love lay sleeping where birds music made
Giles Fletcher (1586?1623)M
Shutting her eyes, disdainful of the light:
The heat was great; but greater was the shade
Which her defended from his burning sight.
This C
Sucking sweet nectar from her sugared breath.
She felt the touch, and blushed, and did awake.
Seeing ’twas L
She cut his wings, and causèd him to stay;
Making a vow, he should not thence depart
Unless to her, the wanton boy could pay
The truest, kindest, and most loving heart.
His feathers still She usèd for a fan;
Till, by exchange, my heart his feathers wan.