H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Loues myghtinesse growes by Louers weaknesse.
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Loues myghtinesse growes by Louers weaknesse.
If
power of warre had yeelded to renowne,
Of curteous hartes, the Gods had then agreede:
Disgraded Saturne had not tumbled downe,
Nor loue had durst in Goldlike Artes proceede.
O cowardly Gods against your kinde to see,
Your selues, your sonnes, the slaues of loue to bee.
Of curteous hartes, the Gods had then agreede:
Disgraded Saturne had not tumbled downe,
Nor loue had durst in Goldlike Artes proceede.
O cowardly Gods against your kinde to see,
Your selues, your sonnes, the slaues of loue to bee.
Could loue take league with Ioue against his will,
Or staine the streame of Neptunes water Springs:
And could not Pluto keepe his honor still,
But giue the Heauens and Hilles to other kings?
In faith the face amongst sweete soules should dwell,
That conquered these, in spite of powers in Hell.
Or staine the streame of Neptunes water Springs:
And could not Pluto keepe his honor still,
But giue the Heauens and Hilles to other kings?
In faith the face amongst sweete soules should dwell,
That conquered these, in spite of powers in Hell.
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