Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XXXVIII
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Sonnet XXXVIII
[Cælica, I ouernight was finely vsed]
Cælica, I ouernight was finely vsed,
Lodg'd in the midst of paradise, your Heart:
Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused,
Of euery fruit and flower I had part.
Lodg'd in the midst of paradise, your Heart:
Kind thoughts had charge I might not be refused,
Of euery fruit and flower I had part.
But curious Knowledge, blowne with busie flame,
The sweetest fruits had downe in shadowes hidden,
And for it found mine eyes had seene the same,
I from my paradise was straight forbidden.
The sweetest fruits had downe in shadowes hidden,
And for it found mine eyes had seene the same,
I from my paradise was straight forbidden.
Where that Curre, Rumor, runnes in euery place,
Barking with Care, begotten out of feare;
And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace,
Stands Ceraphin to see I come not there;
While that fine soyle, which all these ioyes did yeeld,
By broken fence is prou'd a common field.
Barking with Care, begotten out of feare;
And glassy Honour, tender of Disgrace,
Stands Ceraphin to see I come not there;
While that fine soyle, which all these ioyes did yeeld,
By broken fence is prou'd a common field.
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