Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet CIII
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Sonnet CIII
[O false and treacherous Probability]
O false and treacherous Probability,
Enemy of truth, and friend to wickednesse;
With whose bleare eyes opinion learnes to see
Truths feeble party here, and barrennesse.
Enemy of truth, and friend to wickednesse;
With whose bleare eyes opinion learnes to see
Truths feeble party here, and barrennesse.
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When thou hast thus misled Humanity,
And lost obedience in the pride of wit,
With reason dar'st thou iudge the Deity,
And in thy flesh make bold to fashion it.
And lost obedience in the pride of wit,
With reason dar'st thou iudge the Deity,
And in thy flesh make bold to fashion it.
Vaine thought, the word of Power a riddle is,
And till the vayles be rent, the flesh newborne,
Reveales no wonders of that inward blisse,
Which but where faith is, euery where findes scorne;
“Who therfore censures God with fleshly sprite,
“As well in time may wrap vp infinite.
And till the vayles be rent, the flesh newborne,
Reveales no wonders of that inward blisse,
Which but where faith is, euery where findes scorne;
“Who therfore censures God with fleshly sprite,
“As well in time may wrap vp infinite.
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