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62. Icarus

Robert Jones's Second Book of

LOVE wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly Far from base earth, but not to mount too high : For true pleasure Lives in measure, Which if men forsake, Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take.

But my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight, Enamour' d sought to woo the sun's fair light,

Whose rich brightness

Moved their lightness

To aspire so high That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in

woe they lie.

And none but Love their woeful hap did rue, For Love did know that their desires were true;

Though fate frowned,

And now drowned

They in sorrow dwell, It was the purest light of heav'n for whose fair love they fell.

63. Madrigal

1VAY Love in her attire doth show her wit,

• • It doth so well become her;

Fcr every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss

When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is

When all her robes are gone.

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