Of the Byrth of His Love. Sonet 2 -
Sonet 2.
Fly low (deare Loue) thy sun dost thow not see?
Take heed doe not so neare his rayes aspire
Least for thy pride inflam'd with kindled ire
It burne thy wings as it hath burned me.
Thow happely sayst thy wings immortall bee
And so cannot consumed be with fire
The one is hope the other is desire
And that the heauens bestow'd them both on thee.
A Muses words caus'd thee with hope to flye
An Angells face desire hath begotte
Thy selfe engendred of a goddesse eye
Yet for all this immortal thou art not
Of heauenlye eye though thow begotten art
Yet thow art borne but of a mortall hearte
Fly low (deare Loue) thy sun dost thow not see?
Take heed doe not so neare his rayes aspire
Least for thy pride inflam'd with kindled ire
It burne thy wings as it hath burned me.
Thow happely sayst thy wings immortall bee
And so cannot consumed be with fire
The one is hope the other is desire
And that the heauens bestow'd them both on thee.
A Muses words caus'd thee with hope to flye
An Angells face desire hath begotte
Thy selfe engendred of a goddesse eye
Yet for all this immortal thou art not
Of heauenlye eye though thow begotten art
Yet thow art borne but of a mortall hearte
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