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SONNET 25.

[Who doth not know that loue is triumphant]

Who doth not know that loue is triumphant,
Sitting vpon the throne of Maiestie,
The gods themselues his cruell darts do daunt,
And he blind boy smiles at their miserie?
Loue made great Ioue ofttimes transforme his shape.
Loue made the fierce Alcides stoop at last.
Achillis stout and bold, could not escape
The direfull doome which loue vpon him cast.
Loue made Leander passe the dreadfull flood
Which Cestos from Abydos doth deuide.
Loue made a Chaos where proud Ilion stood,
Through loue the Carthaginian Dido dide.
Thus may we see how loue doth rule & raignes,
Bringing those vnder, which his power disdaines.