Wit's Pilgrimage - Part 14

Forbidden-Hopes , why flutter you in Aire ,
Aboue the Compasse of your Spheare assign'd?
More Fitt (how ere vnfitt) were deepe dispaire,
Then Hopes forbidden to the mounting Minde .
Forbidden-Hopes why gaze ye on the Sunne ,
(Like Bastard Egletts ) that quite blind your Eyes?
For Iustice Sonne such hopes hath oft orerune,
And molt those Hopes forbidden in their rise.
Forbidden-Hopes, whie do yee impe your Winges
With Feathers culled from the Birdes of Loue?
Sith Doues are harmelesse without Gall, or Stings:
But both at once you make your Subiect proue:
Then, o from whence haue such strange Hopes their being,
That see by blindnesse, and are blinde by seeing!
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