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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Licia Sonnets 21</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Licia my love was sitting in a grove, <br>Tuning her smiles unto the chirping songs, <br>But straight she spied where two together strove, <br>Each one complaining of the other's wrongs. <br>Cupid did cry lamenting of the harm; <br>Jove's messenger, thou wrong'st me too too far; <br>Use thou thy rod, rely upon the charm; <br>Think not by speech my force thou canst debar. <br>A rod, Sir boy, were fitter for a child, <br>My weapons oft and tongue and mind you took; <br>And in my wrong at my distress thou smiled, <br>And scorned to grace me with a loving look. <br>Speak you, sweet love, for you did all the wrong <br>That broke his arrows, and did bind his tongue.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giles+Fletcher+The+Elder">Giles Fletcher The Elder</a></strong></div>

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