The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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11. Sonet.
[The Suns fond child when he arriu'd into]
The Suns fond child when he arriu'd into,The sights inueigling palace of his sire,
Incens'd with a præposterous desire,
Would needs to guide his fathers cart step to,
So fondly I once, entering (alasse)
Her chamber who bereaues not eyes, but soules,
And whiles my bold approach there's none controules,
I needs would venture to behold her face,
But as Appolloes child more rash then wise,
Did manage those fierce steeds with skillesse Art,
They like a fire-brand flang him from the skies:
Thus while I ey'd her, beauty fier'd my heart:
Only this difference rests betwixt vs two,
I ceaslesse burne, his flames were quencht in Po.
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