Sonnet L: A Licia sigh, and say thou art

A Licia sigh, and say thou art my owne,
Nay be my owne, as you full oft have sayd.
So shall your trueth unto the world be knowne,
And I resolv'd, where now I am afrayd.
And if my tongue aeternize can your prayse,
Or silly speech increase your worthy fame.
If ought I can, to heaven your worth can rayse,
The age to come, shall wonder at the same.
In this respect, your love (sweete love) I told,
My faith and trueth I vow'd should be for ever.
You were the cause, if that I was too bold,
Then pardon this my fault, or love me never.
But if you frowne, I wish that none beleeve me,
For slayne with sighes, Ile dye, before I greeve thee.