[Know Celia, since thou art so proud]
Know
Celia, since thou art so proud
Know
Celia, since thou art so proud, 'twas I that gave thee thy renown, thou
hadst in the forgotten crowd of common beauties liv'd unknown, had not my verse exhal'd thy
name, and with it imp'd the wings of Fame. That killing pow'r is none of thine, I gave it to thy
voyce and eyes, thy sweets, thy graces all are mine, thou art my star, shin'st in my skies, then dart
not from thy borrow'd spheare, lighting on him that fixt thee there. Tempt me with such affrights
no more, lest what I made, I uncreate: Let fooles thy mysticke forms adore, Ile know thee
in thy mortall state; wise Poets that wrapp'd truth in tales, knew her themselves through all her vayles.
