Whenas I wish, fair Licia, for a kiss 
From those sweet lips where rose and lilies strive, 
Straight do mine eyes repine at such a bliss, 
And seek my lips thereof for to deprive; 
Whenas I seek to glut mine eyes by sight, 
My lips repine and call mine eyes away; 
Thus both contend to have each other's right, 
And both conspire to work my full decay. 
O force admired of beauty in her pride, 
In whose each part such strange effects there be, 
That all my forces in themselves divide. 
And make my senses plainly disagree. 
If all were mine, this envy would be gone; 
Then grant me all, fair sweet, or grant me none!