Of the Death of My Ladie Riches Daughter Shewing the Reason of Her Untimelye Death Hindred Her Effecting Those Things Which by the Former Calculation of Her Nativitye He Foretold. Sonet 7 -

Sonet 7.

He that by skill of stars doth fates foretell
If reason giue the verdit of his side
Though by mischance things otherwise betyde
Then he foretold yet doth he calcule well.

A Phaenix if she liue must needs excell
And this by reasons laws should not haue dy'd
But thus it chanc't nature cannot abyde
More then one Phaenix in the world to dwell.

Now as the mother Phaenix death should slay
Her beauties light did dazle so his eye
As while he blindfold let his arrowe flye
He slew the yonge one which stood in the way
Thus did the mother scape and thus did I
By good ill hap fayle of my prophecie.
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