Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XXIX
[Faction, that euer dwells]
Faction, that euer dwells
In Courts where Wit excels,
Hath set defiance:
Fortune and Loue haue sworne,
That they were neuer borne,
Of one alliance.
In Courts where Wit excels,
Hath set defiance:
Fortune and Loue haue sworne,
That they were neuer borne,
Of one alliance.
Cupid, that doth aspire
To be God of desire,
Sweares he giues lawes:
That where his arrowes hit,
Some ioy, some sorrow it,
Fortune no cause.
To be God of desire,
Sweares he giues lawes:
That where his arrowes hit,
Some ioy, some sorrow it,
Fortune no cause.
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Fortune sweares weakest hearts,
The books of Cupids arts,
Turne with her wheele:
Senses themselues shall proue,
Venture hath place in loue,
Ask them that feele.
The books of Cupids arts,
Turne with her wheele:
Senses themselues shall proue,
Venture hath place in loue,
Ask them that feele.
This discord it begot
Atheists, that honour not
Nature, thought good;
Fortune should euer dwell
In Courts, where Wits excell:
Loue keepe the Wood.
Atheists, that honour not
Nature, thought good;
Fortune should euer dwell
In Courts, where Wits excell:
Loue keepe the Wood.
Thus to the Wood went I
With Loue to liue and dye;
Fortune's forlorne:
Experience of my youth
Thus makes me thinke the truth
In desart borne.
With Loue to liue and dye;
Fortune's forlorne:
Experience of my youth
Thus makes me thinke the truth
In desart borne.
My Saint is deare to me,
Myra her selfe is she,
She faire, and true:
Myra that knowes to moue,
Passions of loue with loue:
Fortune Adieu.
Myra her selfe is she,
She faire, and true:
Myra that knowes to moue,
Passions of loue with loue:
Fortune Adieu.
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