Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet LXIV
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Sonnet LXIV
[Cælica, when I did see you euery day]
Cælica, when I did see you euery day,
I saw so many worths so well vnited,
As in this vnion while but one did play,
All others eyes both wondred and delighted:
I saw so many worths so well vnited,
As in this vnion while but one did play,
All others eyes both wondred and delighted:
Whence I conceau'd you of some heauenly mould,
Since Loue, and Vertue, noble Fame and Pleasure,
Containe in one no earthly metall could,
Such enemies are flesh, and blood to measure.
Since Loue, and Vertue, noble Fame and Pleasure,
Containe in one no earthly metall could,
Such enemies are flesh, and blood to measure.
And since my fall, though I now onely see
Your backe, while all the world beholds your face,
This shadow still shewes miracles to me,
And still I thinke your heart a heauenly place:
For what before was fill'd by me alone,
I now discerne hath roome for euery one.
Your backe, while all the world beholds your face,
This shadow still shewes miracles to me,
And still I thinke your heart a heauenly place:
For what before was fill'd by me alone,
I now discerne hath roome for euery one.
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