Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville :: :: University of Virginia Library

Loue, of mans wandring thoughts the restlesse being,
Thou from my mind with glory wast inuited,
Glory of those faire eyes, where all eyes, seeing
Vertues and beauties riches, are delighted;
What Angells pride, or what selfe-disagreeing,
What dazling brightnesse hath your beames benighted,
That fall'n thus from those ioyes which you aspired,
Downe to my darkened minde you are retired?

Within which minde since you from thence ascended,
Truth clouds it selfe, Wit serues but to resemble,
Enuie is King, at others good offended,
Memorie doth worlds of wretchednesse assemble,
Passion to ruin passion is intended,
My reason is but power to dissemble;
Then tell me Loue, what glory you diuine
Your selfe can find within this soule of mine?

Rather goe backe vnto that heauenly quire
Of Natures riches, in her beauties placed,
And there in contemplation feed desire,
Which till it wonder, is not rightly graced;
For those sweet glories, which you doe aspire,
Must, as Ideas only be embraced
Since excellence in other forme enioyed,
Is by descending to her Saints destroyed.