Calhovn's Miscellanie Vol 1 | Page 38

Fennel

In such a style as Courts may boast of now.

Which no bold tales of Gods or Monsters swell,

But humane Passions, such as with us dwell.

Man is thy theam, his Virtue of his Rage

Drawn to the life in each elaborate Page.

Mars nor Bellona are not named here,

But such a Gondibert as both might fear.

Venus had here, and Hebe been out-shin’d

By thy bright Birtha, and thy Rhodalind.

Such is thy happy skill, and such the odds

Betwixt thy Worthis and the Grecian Gods.

Whose Deities in vain had here come down,

Where Mortal Beautie wears the Sovereign Crown;

Such as of flesh compos’d, by flesh and blood

(Though not resisted) may be understodd.

From Caelica, Sonnet 4 by Sir Fulke Greville

chosen by Angie

You little starres that live in skyes,

And glory in Apollo’s glorie,

In whose aspects conjoined lyes

The Heavens will, and Natures storie,

Joy to be likened to those eyes,

Which eyes make all eyes glad, or sorie,

For when you force thoughts from above,

These over-rule your force by love.

An thou oh Love, which in these eyes

Hast married Reason with Affection,

And made them Saints of beauties skyes,

Where joys are shadows of perfection,

Lend me thy wings that I may rise

Up not by worth but thy election;

For I have vow’d in strangest fashion,

To love, and never seeke compassion.

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