Here you will find the Poem Licia Sonnets 40 of poet Giles Fletcher Senior
My grief begun, fair saint, when first I saw Love in those eyes sit ru]ing with disdain, Whose sweet commands did keep a world in awe, And caused them serve your favor to obtain. I stood as one enchanted with a frown, Yet smiled to see all creatures serve those eyes, Where each with sighs paid tribute to that crown, And thought them gracéd by your dumb rep]ies. But I, ambitious, could not be content Till that my service more than sighs made known; And for that end my heart to you I sent To say and swear that, fair, it is your own. Then greater graces, Licia, do impart, Not dumb replies unto a speaking heart.