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[By ambition raysed high]

“O that I had wings like a doue,
For then would I fly away, and bee att rest.”
Ps. lv. vers. vi.

1

By ambition raysed high,
Oft did I
Seeke (though bruis'd with falls) to fly.
When I saw the pompe of kings
Plac'd aboue,
I did loue
To draw neare, and wish'd for wings.

2

All these joyes which caught my mind
Now I find
To bee bubbles, full of wind:
Glow-wormes, onely shining bright
When that wee
Blinded bee
By darck follye's stupid night.

3

Looking up then I did goe
To and froe,
When indeed they were below:
For now, that mine eyes see cleare,
Fayre noe more

45

Small and poore,
Farre beneath mee they appeare.

4

But a nobler light I spy,
Much more hye
Then that sun which shines i'th' sky:
Since itt's sight, all earthly things
I detest;
There to rest,
Give, O give mee the doue's wings!