Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Anonymous. 160162. Icarus Robert Jones’s Second Book of Songs and Airs
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, | 5 |
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 | 10 |
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 frownèd, | 15 |
And now drownèd | |
They in sorrow dwell, | |
It was the purest light of heav’n for whose fair love they fell. |