Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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 | CHAP. III. C Mel Heliconium |  |
CÆLUS.
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You sons of heaven, and of the day,
Stoop not so low,
As to betroth your souls to clay;
For then I know
That of this match will come no good,
But rather a pernicious brood.
Stoop not so low,
As to betroth your souls to clay;
For then I know
That of this match will come no good,
But rather a pernicious brood.
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A race of Monsters shall proceed
Out of thy loins,
If thou in time tak'st not good heed
To whom thou joyn'st
Thy soul in wedlock, earth's not fit
For thee to fix thy heart on it.
Out of thy loins,
If thou in time tak'st not good heed
To whom thou joyn'st
Thy soul in wedlock, earth's not fit
For thee to fix thy heart on it.
For she will bring thee such a brood
That shall resist thee,
And when thy soul they have withstood,
They will devest thee
Both of thy Kingdom and thy strength,
And bring thee under them at length.
That shall resist thee,
And when thy soul they have withstood,
They will devest thee
Both of thy Kingdom and thy strength,
And bring thee under them at length.
And if earths Adamantine knife
Emasculate
Thy soul, then shall thy barren life
And gelded state
Ingender in thee endlesse cares,
And Furies with their snaky hairs.
Emasculate
Thy soul, then shall thy barren life
And gelded state
Ingender in thee endlesse cares,
And Furies with their snaky hairs.
Lord joyn my heart so close to thee
With fervent love,
That I may covet constantly
The things above,
Where glory crowns that princely brow
To which both men and Angels bow.
With fervent love,
That I may covet constantly
The things above,
Where glory crowns that princely brow
To which both men and Angels bow.
Lord let not earth effeminate
My heart with toyes,
But let my soul participate
Thy heavenly joyes,
Where Angels spend their endlesse dayes
In singing of Elysian layes.
My heart with toyes,
But let my soul participate
Thy heavenly joyes,
Where Angels spend their endlesse dayes
In singing of Elysian layes.
And if my mother be the light,
And heaven my fire,
Then let my soul dwell in that bright
Ætheriall fire,
Where Gyants, Furies, and the race
Of Titans dare not shew their face.
And heaven my fire,
Then let my soul dwell in that bright
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Where Gyants, Furies, and the race
Of Titans dare not shew their face.
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