Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 27
The blazing Starre foretells the haplesse fall
And sudden death of others, soone to come:
To me a Face (brighter than Comets all)
Doth with her lookes my fortune hard forerunne:
And with her shooting darts from glauncing eye,
Presageth that ere long I needs must dye.
The blazing Starre death onely prophecies,
This doth foreshew to mee a harder fate,
And dares me to mine end in warlike wise,
Nor how this Challenge know I to escape.
Ah cruell Starre, of death not onely signe,
But murtherer th'art of this poore life of mine.
And sudden death of others, soone to come:
To me a Face (brighter than Comets all)
Doth with her lookes my fortune hard forerunne:
And with her shooting darts from glauncing eye,
Presageth that ere long I needs must dye.
The blazing Starre death onely prophecies,
This doth foreshew to mee a harder fate,
And dares me to mine end in warlike wise,
Nor how this Challenge know I to escape.
Ah cruell Starre, of death not onely signe,
But murtherer th'art of this poore life of mine.
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