Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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Fidessa | ||
SONNET. II.
[How can that piercing christall-painted eye]
How can that piercing christall-painted eye,That gaue the onset to my high-aspiring,
Yeelding each looke of mine a sweet replye,
Adding new courage to my hearts desiring?
How can it shut it selfe within her Arke,
And keepe her selfe and me both from the light:
Making vs walke in al-misguiding darke,
Aye to remaine in confines of the night?
How is it that so little roome containes it,
(That guides the Orient, as the world the Sunne?)
Which once obscur'd, most bitterly complaines it,
Because it knowes and rules what ere is done.
The reason is, that they may dread her sight,
Who doth both giue and take away their light.
Fidessa | ||