Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
LiciaTo Licia, the wise, kind, virtuous, and fair
Giles Fletcher (1586?1623)B
From whose clear shine heaven’s vault hath all his light.
I send these Poems to your graceful eye.
Do you but take them, and they have their right.
I build besides a Temple to your name,
Wherein my thoughts shall daily sing your praise;
And will erect an Altar for the same,
Which shall, your virtues and your honour raise.
But heaven, the Temple of your honour is;
Whose brazen tops your worthy self made proud:
The ground an Altar, base for such a bliss,
With pity torn, because I sighed so loud.
And since my skill no worship can impart;
Make you an incense of my loving heart!