Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XXVI
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Sonnet XXVI
[VVas euer Man so ouer-match't with Boy?]
VVas euer Man so ouer-match't with Boy?
When I am thinking how to keep him vnder,
He plaies and dallies me with euerie toy;
With pretty stealths, he makes me laugh and wonder.
When I am thinking how to keep him vnder,
He plaies and dallies me with euerie toy;
With pretty stealths, he makes me laugh and wonder.
When with the child, the child-thoughts of mine owne
Doe long to play and toy as well as he,
The Boy is sad, and melancholy growne,
And with one humor cannot long agree.
Doe long to play and toy as well as he,
The Boy is sad, and melancholy growne,
And with one humor cannot long agree.
Straight doe I scorne and bid the child away
The Boy knowes furie, and soone sheweth me
Cælica's sweet eyes, where Loue and Beauty play,
Furie turnes into loue of that I see.
If these mad changes doe make children Gods,
Women, and children are not farre at odds.
The Boy knowes furie, and soone sheweth me
Cælica's sweet eyes, where Loue and Beauty play,
Furie turnes into loue of that I see.
If these mad changes doe make children Gods,
Women, and children are not farre at odds.
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