 | The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton
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Declaration,
Admiration.
Sonet. 8.
Poets die all: in loue's triall,
Truth hath found yee,
Wonders feeding, on exceeding,
Doth confound yee.
Weake wittes perish, what can cherrish
Heart sicke fancy?
Wisdome seeing, in loue's being,
Reason's franzye
All Intentions, and inuentions
Of witte's wonder:
See the creature, in worthe's nature,
Keepe yee vnder.
To the Phœnix, beautie's Radix,
Would compare her.
Leaue your writing, no enditing,
And declare her.
Muses' silence, to loue's essence,
Doth resigne her,
Loue not daring in comparing
To define her.
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