Sonnet XIX: That tyme (faire Licia) when I stole

That tyme (faire Licia) when I stole a kisse,
From of those lippes, where Cupid lovelie laide,
I quakt for colde, and found the cause was this,
My life which lov'd, for love behind me staid:
I sent my heart, my life for to recall:
But that was held, not able to returne,
And both detain'd as captives were in thrall,
And judg'd by her, that both by sighes should burne:
(Faire) burne them both, for that they were so bolde,
But let the altar be within thy heart:
And I shall live, because my lyfe you holde,
You that give lyfe, to everie living part,
A flame I tooke, when as I stole the kisse:
Take you my lyfe, yet can I live with this.