Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XXXIX
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Sonnet XXXIX
[The pride of Flesh by reach of humane wit]
The pride of Flesh by reach of humane wit,
Did purpose once to ouer-reach the skye;
And where before God drown'd the world for it,
Yet Babylon it built vp, not to dye.
Did purpose once to ouer-reach the skye;
And where before God drown'd the world for it,
Yet Babylon it built vp, not to dye.
God knew these fooles how foolishly they wrought,
That Destiny with Policie would breake,
Straight none could tell his fellow what he thought,
Their tongues were chang'd, & men not taught to speake:
That Destiny with Policie would breake,
Straight none could tell his fellow what he thought,
Their tongues were chang'd, & men not taught to speake:
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So I that heauenly peace would comprehend,
In mortall seat of Cælica's faire heart,
To babylon my selfe there, did intend,
With naturall kindnesse, and with passions art:
But when I thought my selfe of her selfe free,
All's chang'd: she vnderstands all men but me.
In mortall seat of Cælica's faire heart,
To babylon my selfe there, did intend,
With naturall kindnesse, and with passions art:
But when I thought my selfe of her selfe free,
All's chang'd: she vnderstands all men but me.
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