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Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 8
From Wittes Pilgrimage (1605)
SOme say they wonder how so well I write,
(Although my lines to no greate wonders stretch)
Sith Art, my skill, of Theft cannot indite;
Yet, I endite with skill aboue my reache!
Loue learnes me Art, which Art inspires my Muse:
For Grammer, Logicke, Retorick: and the rest:
(Musicke especially) Loues arte doth vse:
For, loue, vntun'd, in Tune, is best exprest!
Loue, most diuine, makes men do miracles:
And, most humane loue, Woonders doth produce:
But, Beauties loue, in vertues Spectacles,
Makes men do woonders most miraculous!
Then, they a woonder do not vnderstand
That woonder, sith an Angell guides my hand.
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Hereford, John Davies of. “Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 8.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/davies_jh/120/.
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Hereford, John Davies of. “Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 8.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/davies_jh/120/.
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