Of thine eyes, I made my mirror, From thy beauty came mine error, All thy words I counted witty, All thy smiles I deemed pity. Thy false tears that me aggrieved, First of all my trust deceived. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Feigned acceptance when I asked, Lovely words with cunning masked, Holy vows but heart unholy; Wretched man, my trust was folly! Lily white and pretty winking, Solemn vows, but sorry thinking. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Now I see, O seemly cruel, Others warm them at my fuel! Wit shall guide me in this durance, Since in love is no assurance. Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure; Beauty is a fading treasure. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for this treason! Prime youth lusts not age still follow, And make white these tresses yellow; Wrinkled face for looks delightful Shall acquaint the dame despightful; And when time shall eat thy glory, Then too late thou wilt be sorry. Siren pleasant, foe to reason, Cupid plague thee for thy treason! XL Resembling none, and none so poor as I, Poor to the world, and poor in each esteem, Whose first-born loves at first obscured did die, And bred no fame but flame of base misdeem, Under the ensign of whose tired pen, Love's legions forth have masked, by others masked; Think how I live wronged by ill-tongued men, Not master of myself, to all wrongs tasked! Oh thou that canst, and she that may do all things, Support these languishing conceits that perish! Look on their growth; perhaps these silly small things May win this wordly palm, so you do cherish. Homer hath vowed, and I with him do vow this, He will and shall revive, if you allow this. LICIA OR POEMS OF LOVE IN HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE AND SINGULAR VIRTUES OF HIS LADY, TO THE IMITATION OF THE BEST LATIN POETS AND OTHERS BY GILES FLETCHER, LL.D. GILES FLETCHER, LL.D.