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,
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;
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