GULLINGE SONNETS
By Sir John Davies



II.       

AS when ye brighte Cerulian firmament
hathe not his glory wth black cloudes defas'te,
Soe were my thoughts voyde of all discontent ;
and wth noe myste of passions ouercast
they all were pure and cleare, till at the last
an ydle careles thoughte forthe wandringe wente
and of yt poysonous beauty tooke a taste
Wch doe the harts of louers so torment :
then as it chauncethe in a flock of sheepe
when some contagious yll breedes first in one
daylie it spreedes & secretly doth creepe
till all the silly troupe be ouergone.
So by close neighbourhood wth in my brest
one scuruy thoughte infecteth all the rest.






Source:
Davies, Sir John. The Complete Poems of Sir John Davies. Vol II.
Rev. Alexander B, Grosart, ed. London: Chatto and Windus, Piccadilly, 1876. 57-58.



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