Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XXVII
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Sonnet XXVII
[Cvpid, in Myra's faire bewitching eyes]
Cvpid, in Myra's faire bewitching eyes,
(Where Beauty shewes the miracles of pleasure)
When thou laist bound for honours sacrifice,
Sworne to thy hate, equalitie and measure.
(Where Beauty shewes the miracles of pleasure)
When thou laist bound for honours sacrifice,
Sworne to thy hate, equalitie and measure.
With open hand thou offeredst me her heart,
Thy bow and arrowes, if I would conspire,
To ruine honour, with whose frozen Art
She tyranniz'd thy Kingdome of desire.
Thy bow and arrowes, if I would conspire,
To ruine honour, with whose frozen Art
She tyranniz'd thy Kingdome of desire.
I glad to dwell, and raigne in such perfections,
Gaue thee my reason, memory, and sense,
In them to worke thy mysticall reflexions,
Against which Nature can haue no defence;
And wilt thou now to nourish my despaire;
Both head and feather all thy shafts with feare?
Gaue thee my reason, memory, and sense,
In them to worke thy mysticall reflexions,
Against which Nature can haue no defence;
And wilt thou now to nourish my despaire;
Both head and feather all thy shafts with feare?
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