Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet XXI. Licia, my Love, was sitting in a grove
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Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs:
But straight she spied where two together strove,
Each one complaining of the other’s wrongs.
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Use thou thy rod! rely upon thy charm!
Think not by speech, my force thou can’st debar!”
“A rod, sir boy, were fitter for a child!
My weapons oft, and tongue, and mind you took:
And in my wrong, at my distress thou smiled;
And scorn to grace me with a loving look.”
Speak you, Sweet Love, for you did all the wrong!
That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.