Giles Fletcher The Elder
Giles Fletcher, the Elder was an English poet and diplomat, member of the English Parliament.
Giles Fletcher was the son of Richard Fletcher, vicar of Bishop's Stortford. He spent his early life at Cranbrook before entering Eton College about 1561. From there, Fletcher continued his education at King's College, Cambridge, where he was appointed a fellow in 1568 and gained his B.A. in ... more »
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Giles Fletcher The Elder Poems
Licia Sonnets 12
I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing, Spurred by ambition, glad to aspire, Myself a monarch, or some mighty king, And then my thoughts do wish for to be higher.
Licia Sonnets 01
Bright matchless star, the honour of the sky, 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.
Licia Sonnets 02
Weary was love and sought to take his rest, He made his choice, upon a virgin's lap; And slyly crept from thence unto her breast, Where still he meant to sport him in his hap;
Licia Sonnets 25
Seven are the lights that wander in the skies, And at these seven, I wonder in my love. So see the moon, how pale she doth arise, Standing amazed, as though she durst not move;
Licia Sonnets 20
First did I fear, when first my love began, Possessed in fits by watchful jealousy I sought to keep what I by favor won, And brooked no partner in my love to be.
Licia Sonnets 15
I stood amazed, and saw my Licia shine, Fairer than Phoeligbus, in his brightest pride, Set forth in colors by a hand divine, Where naught was wanting but a soul to guide.
Licia Sonnets 05
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied, To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand; I smiled for joy, when I the boy espied To lie unchained and live at her command.
Licia Sonnets 03
The heavens beheld the beauty of my queen, And all amazed, to wonder thus began: "Why dotes not Jove, as erst we all have seen, And shapes himself like to a seemly man?
Licia Sonnets 23
My love was masked, and armed with a fan, To see the sun so careless of his light, Which stood and gazed, and gazing waxéd wan To see a star himself that was more bright.
Licia Sonnets 10
A painter drew the image of the boy, Swift love, with wings all naked, and yet blind; With bow and arrows, bent for to destroy; I blamed his skill, and fault I thus did find
Licia Sonnets 26
I live, sweet love, whereas the gentle wind Murmurs with sport in midst of thickest boughs, Where loving woodbine doth the harbor bind, And chirping birds do echo forth my vows;
Licia Sonnets 18
I swear, fair Licia, still for to be thine, By heart, by eyes, by what I held most dear; Thou checked mine oath, and said: these were not mine, And that I had no right by them to swear.
Licia Sonnets 14
My love lay sleeping, where birds music made, Shutting her eyes, disdainful of the light; The heat was great but greater was the shade Which her defended from his burning sight.
Licia Sonnets 04
Love and my love did range the forest wild, Mounted alike, upon swift coursers both. Love her encountered, though he was a child. "Let's strive," saith he, whereat my love was wroth,
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Licia Sonnets 12
I wish sometimes, although a worthless thing,
Spurred by ambition, glad to aspire,
Myself a monarch, or some mighty king,
And then my thoughts do wish for to be higher.
But when I view what winds the cedars toss.
What storms men feels that covet for renown,
I blame myself that I have wished my loss,
And scorn a kingdom, though it give a crown.
Ah Licia, though the wonder of my thought,
My heart's content, procurer of my bliss,
For whom a crown I do esteem as naught,
As Asia's wealth, too mean to buy a kiss!
Kiss me, sweet love, this favor do for ...