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Epig. 9. Dedalus, and Icarus, A Dialogue .

DEDALUS.
VVhy striv'st thou to salute the Sun,
Soaring above thy Syre?
(Deare boy) Sols radient luster shun,
Thy wings can't brook his fire.


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ICARUS.
To sport thus 'twixt the Aire and Sea,
Oh how it glads my sence,
To doubt a danger, seemes to me
But foolish diffidence.

DEDALUS.
From cruell Minos, Cretan Tower,
Have I escap'd by skill,
To see these Waves my Son devoure,
(Rash youth) then use thy Will.

ICARUS.
Now up unto Olympick Jove
I'le take my speedy flight,
These Pinnions were not made to move,
But in the Angels sight.

DEDALUS.
Descend (fond youth) ere't be too late,
Thy waxen wings do frie,
Thy wretched Father wailes thy fate,
“Those must fall low, mount high.


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ICARUS.
Oh Father (see) I fall, I fall,
And plunge into the deepe,
“This Destinie must waite on all
“That in no Medium keepe.

DEDALUS.
So drops some erring Starre, farewell
Deare Icarus, thy Fame
Shall not with thee find paralell,
This Sea shall beare thy name.