Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaSonnet XXXI. Years, months, days, hours, in sighs I sadly spend
Giles Fletcher (1586?1623)Y
I black the night, wherein I sleepless toss.
I love my griefs, yet wish them at an end.
Thus time’s expense increaseth but my loss.
I musing stand, and wonder at my Love;
That in so fair, should be a heart of steel.
And then I think, my fancy to remove:
But then more painful I my passions feel.
Thus must I love, sweet Fair, until I die;
And your unkindness doth my love increase:
I conquered am, I cannot it deny.
My life must end; yet shall my love not cease.
Then heavens, make L
Or with my life, my love may finished be!