Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet LIII
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Sonnet LIII
[Bvt that familiar things are neuer wonder]
Bvt that familiar things are neuer wonder,
What greater beauty than the heauens glories?
Where Phœbus shines, and when he is gone vnder,
Leaueth in fairest starres mans fatall stories;
Yet Venus choose with Mars the netty bed,
Before that heauenly-life, which Vulcan led.
What greater beauty than the heauens glories?
Where Phœbus shines, and when he is gone vnder,
Leaueth in fairest starres mans fatall stories;
Yet Venus choose with Mars the netty bed,
Before that heauenly-life, which Vulcan led.
Who doth intreate the Winter not to raine,
Or in a storme the wind to leaue his blowing?
Ladies, shew you how Iuno did complaine,
Of Iupiter vnto Europa going.
Faire Nymphs, if I wooe Cynthia not to leaue me,
You know 'tis I my selfe, not she deceaues me.
Or in a storme the wind to leaue his blowing?
Ladies, shew you how Iuno did complaine,
Of Iupiter vnto Europa going.
Faire Nymphs, if I wooe Cynthia not to leaue me,
You know 'tis I my selfe, not she deceaues me.
Masters that aske their Schollers leaue to beat them,
Husbands that bid their Wiues tell all they know,
Men that giue Children sweet meates not to eate them,
Ladies, you see what destinie they goe:
And who intreats, you know intreats in vaine,
That Loue be constant, or come backe againe.
Husbands that bid their Wiues tell all they know,
Men that giue Children sweet meates not to eate them,
Ladies, you see what destinie they goe:
And who intreats, you know intreats in vaine,
That Loue be constant, or come backe againe.
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