The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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12. Sonet.
[As Icarus proud of his borrowed winges]
As Icarus proud of his borrowed winges,Following his flying father through the skies,
Aboue the ayery region did arise,
And for to gaze on Phœbus vpward springs,
Where while with houering pens he staring hings
Thinking the glory of that cart to tel,
From which his match in fondnesse head-long fel:
Appolloes rayes his waxen feathers sings:
So I resembling him like fondly flew,
For my desire being wing'd with fancies plumes
To gaze on brighter rayes then those presumes:
Wherewith the Sunne, the sonne of Dedal slew.
And as our flights so were our fals (alasse)
He in the sea, I into blacke disgrace.
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