Lord Brooke Fulke Greville

Here you will find the Poem Caelica: Sonnet 22 of poet Lord Brooke Fulke Greville

Caelica: Sonnet 22

I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head,
 I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,
 I, that mine own name in the chimneys read
 By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:
 Must I look on, in hope time coming may
 With change bring back my turn again to play?

 I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found
 A garland sweet, with true-love knots in flowers,
 Which I to wear about mine arm was bound,
 That each of us might know that all was ours:
 Must I now lead an idle life in wishes,
 And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes?

 I, that did wear the ring her mother left,
 I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed,
 I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft,
 I, who did make her blush when I was named:
 Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked,
 Watching with sighs till dead love be awaked?

 I, that, when drowsy Argus fell asleep,
 Like jealousy o'erwatched with desire,
 Was even warned modesty to keep,
 While her breath, speaking, kindled Nature's fire:
 Must I look on a-cold, while others warm them?
 Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them?

 Was it for this that I might Myra see
 Washing the water with her beauties white?
 Yet would she never write her love to me.
 Thinks wit of change, while thoughts are in delight?
 Mad girls must safely love as they may leave;
 No man can print a kiss: lines may deceive.