Giles Fletcher the Elder (Джайлз Флетчер Старший)

Licia Sonnets 46

If he be dead, in whom no heart remains,
Or lifeless be in whom no life is found;
If he do pine that never comfort gains,
And be distressed that hath his deadly wound;
Then must I die whose heart elsewhere is clad,
And lifeless pass the greedy worms to feed;
Then must I pine that never comfort had,
And be distressed whose wound with tears doth bleed.
Which if I do, why do I not wax cold?
Why rest I not like one that wants a heart?
Why move I still like him that life doth hold,
And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart?
Like Niobe queen which made a stone did weep,
Licia my heart dead and alive doth keep.

1. Licia Sonnets 45
2. Licia Sonnets 9
3. Licia Sonnets 43
4. Licia Sonnets 22
5. Licia Sonnets 15

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