Anonymous

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 drowned in woe they lie.

And none but Love their woful hap did rue,

For Love did know that their desires were true;

Though Fate frownèd,

And now drownèd

They in sorrow dwell,

It was the purest light of heaven for whose fair love they fell.