Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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 | Fidessa |  |
SONNET. X.
[Clip not sweet loue the wings of my desire]
Clip not sweet loue the wings of my desire,Although it soare aloft and mount too hie:
But rather beare with me though I aspire:
For I haue wings to beare me to the skie.
What though I mount, there is no Sunne but thee?
And sith no other Sunne, why should I feare?
Thou wilt not burne me though thou terrifie:
And though thy brightnes doe so great appeare,
Deere, I seeke not to batter downe thy glorie,
Nor doe I enuie that thy hope increaseth:
Oh neuer thinke thy fame doth make me sorrie,
For thou must liue by fame when beautie ceaseth.
Besides, since from one roote we both did spring,
Why should not I thy fame and beautie sing?
| Fidessa | |