Sonnets to Delia - Sonnet 31
Raysing my hopes on hills of high desire,
Thinking to scale the heaven of her hart,
My slender meanes presum'd too high a part;
Her thunder of disdaine forst me retyre,
And threw mee downe to paine in all this fire,
Where, loe, I languish in so heavie smart,
Because th'attempt was farre above my arte:
Her pride brook'd not poore soules shold come so nie her
Yet I protest my high aspyring will
Was not to dispossesse her of her right:
Her soveraignty should have remained still,
I onely sought the blisse to have her sight
Her sight, contented thus to see me spill,
Fram'd my desires fit for her eyes to kill.
Thinking to scale the heaven of her hart,
My slender meanes presum'd too high a part;
Her thunder of disdaine forst me retyre,
And threw mee downe to paine in all this fire,
Where, loe, I languish in so heavie smart,
Because th'attempt was farre above my arte:
Her pride brook'd not poore soules shold come so nie her
Yet I protest my high aspyring will
Was not to dispossesse her of her right:
Her soveraignty should have remained still,
I onely sought the blisse to have her sight
Her sight, contented thus to see me spill,
Fram'd my desires fit for her eyes to kill.
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