 | The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba |  |
Sonet to the right worthy Gentleman, and his louing cousin M. Iohn Murray.
VVhile Eagle-like vpon the lofty wingsOf thy aspiring Muse thou flies on hie,
Making th' immortall Sprites in loue with thee,
And of those Ditties thou so sweetly sings,
Where quaffing boules of their Ambrosian springs,
And sweetest Nectar, thou diuinely stayes:
Low by the earth (poore I) sings homely layes,
Till like desire of fame me vpward brings,
Then borrowing, from thy rich Muse, some plumes,
Icærian-like beyond my skill I soare,
While comming where thy songs are heard before,
My lines are mockt, that thine to match presumes:
And thus I perish in my high desire,
While thou'rt more prais'd, the more thou dost aspire.
| The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba | |