Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XVII
[Cynthia, whose glories are at Full for euer]
Cynthia, whose glories are at Full for euer,
Whose beauties draw forth teares, and kindle fires,
Fires, which kindled once are quenched neuer,
So beyond hope your worth beares vp desires.
Whose beauties draw forth teares, and kindle fires,
Fires, which kindled once are quenched neuer,
So beyond hope your worth beares vp desires.
Why cast you clouds on your sweet looking eyes?
Are you afraid they shew me too much pleasure?
Strong Nature decks the graue wherein it lyes,
Excellence can neuer be exprest in measure.
Are you afraid they shew me too much pleasure?
Strong Nature decks the graue wherein it lyes,
Excellence can neuer be exprest in measure.
Are you afraid, because my heart adores you,
The world will thinke I hold Endymion's place?
Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneel'd before you,
Yet did you not come downe to kisse his face.
Angells enioy the heauens inward Quires:
Starre-gazers only multiply desires.
The world will thinke I hold Endymion's place?
Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneel'd before you,
Yet did you not come downe to kisse his face.
Angells enioy the heauens inward Quires:
Starre-gazers only multiply desires.
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