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[Fly low, deere Love, thy Sunne doost thou not see?]
Fly low, deere Love, thy Sunne doost thou not see?
Take heede; do not so neare his rayes aspyre,
Least (for thy pride, inflam'd with wreakful ire)
It burne thy wings, as it hath burned me.
Take heede; do not so neare his rayes aspyre,
Least (for thy pride, inflam'd with wreakful ire)
It burne thy wings, as it hath burned me.
Thou (haply) saist thy wings immortall bee,
And so cannot consumed be with fire;
The one is Hope, the other is Desire,
And that the heavens bestow'd them both on thee.
And so cannot consumed be with fire;
The one is Hope, the other is Desire,
And that the heavens bestow'd them both on thee.
A Muse's words made thee with Hope to flye,
An Angel's face Desire hath begot,
Thy selfe engendred of a Goddesse' eye:
Yet for all this, immortall thou are not.
Of heavenly eye though thou begotten art,
Yet art thou borne but of a mortall hart.
An Angel's face Desire hath begot,
Thy selfe engendred of a Goddesse' eye:
Yet for all this, immortall thou are not.
Of heavenly eye though thou begotten art,
Yet art thou borne but of a mortall hart.
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