Sonnet XVIII: I sweare (faire Licia) still for to

I sweare (faire Licia) still for to be thine,
By heart, by eies, by what I held most deare,
Thou checkt mine oath, and said: these were not mine,
And that I had no right by them to sweare.
Then by my sighes, my passions, and my teares,
My vowes, my prayers, my sorrowe, and my love,
My gtiefe, my joy, my hope, and hopeles feares
My heart is thine, and never shall remoove.
These are not thine, though sent unto thy viewe,
All els I graunt, by right they are thine owne,
Let these suffice, that what I sweare is true,
And more than this, if that it could be known.
So shall all these, though troubles ease my griefe:
If that they serve, to worke in thee beliefe,