Giles Fletcher - To Licias XXXVIII lyrics

Sweet, I protest, and seal it with an oath: I never saw that so my thoughts did please; And yet content displeased I see them wroth To love so much and cannot have their ease. I told my thoughts, my sovereign made a pause, Disposed to grant, but willing to delay; They then repined, for that they knew no cause, And swore they wished she flatly would say nay. Thus hath my love my thoughts with treason filled, And 'gainst my sovereign taught them to repine. So thus my treason all my thoughts hath k**ed, And made fair Licia say she is not mine. But thoughts too rash my heart doth now repent; And as you please, they swear, they are content.