Giles Fletcher the Elder (Äæàéëç Ôëåò÷åð Ñòàðøèé)

Licia Sonnet 24

When as my love lay sickly in her bed,
Pale death did post in hope to have a prey;
But she so spotless made him that he fled;
"Unmeet to die," she cried, and could not stay.
Back he retired, and thus the heavens he told;
"All things that are, are subject unto me,
Both towns, and men, and what the world doth hold;
But her fair Licia still immortal be."
The heavens did grant; a goddess she was made,
Immortal, fair, unfit to suffer change.
So now she lives, and never more shall fade;
In earth a goddess, what can be more strange?
Then will I hope, a goddess and so near,
She cannot choose my sighs and prayers but hear. 

1. Licia Sonnet 36
2. Licia Sonnet 9
3. Licia Sonnet 51
4. Licia Sonnet 2
5. Ëèñèÿ. Ñîíåò 47 • Licia Sonnet 47

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