Like Memnon's rock, touched with the rising sun Which yields a sound and echoes forth a voice, But when it's drowned in western seas is done, And drowsy-like leaves off to make a noise; So I, my love, enlightened with your shine, A poet's skill within my soul I shroud, Not rude like that which finer wits decline, But such as Muses to the best allowed. But when your figure and your shape is gone I speechless am like as I was before; Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan, And blurred with tears by falling in such store. Then muse not, Licia, if my Muse be slack, For when I wrote I did thy beauty lack. XLVIII I saw, sweet Licia, when the spider ran Within your house to weave a worthless web, You present were and feared her with your fan, So that amazed speedily she fled. She in your house such sweet perfumes did smell, And heard the Muses with their notes refined, Thus filled with envy, could no longer dwell, But straight returned and at your house repined. Then tell me, spider, why of late I saw Thee lose thy poison, and thy bowels gone; Did these enchant and keep thy limbs in awe, And made thy forces to be small or none? No, no, thou didst by chance my Licia see, Who for her look Minerva seemed to thee. XLIX If that I die, fair Licia, with disdain, Or heartless live surprised with thy wrong, Then heavens and earth shall accent both my pain, And curse the time so cruel and so long. If you be kind, my queen, as you are fair, And aid my thoughts that still for conquest strive, Then will I sing and never more despair, And praise your kindness whilst I am alive. Till then I pay the tribute of my tears, To move thy mercy and thy constant truth. Respect, fair love, how these with sorrow wears The truest heart unless it find some ruth. Then grace me, sweet, and with thy favor raise me, So shall I live and all the world shall praise thee. L Ah Licia, sigh and say thou art my own; Nay, be my own, as you full oft have said. So shall your truth unto the world be known, And I resolved where now I am afraid. And if my tongue eternize can your praise, Or silly speech increase your worthy fame, If ought I can, to heaven your worth can raise, The age to come shall wonder at the same. In this respect your love, sweet love, I told, My faith and truth I vowed should be forever. You were the cause if that I was too bold; Then pardon this my fault or love me never. But if you frown I wish that none believe me, For slain with sighs I'll die before I grieve thee. LI