Sonnet. 14 (Sonnet 14)

IF hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire,
Condemn'd by Ioue to end lesle torment be,
I greatly meruaile how you still go free,
That farre beyond Prometheus did aspire?
The fire he stole although of heauenly kinde,
Which from aboue he craftily did take,
Of liuelesse clods vs liuing men to make,
Againe bestow'd in temper of the minde.
…ut vou brok into heauens immortall store,
Where vertue, honour, wit and beauty lay,
Which taking thence, you haue escap'd away,
Yet stand as free as e're you did before;
But old Prometheus punish'd for his rape,
Thus poore theeues suffer, when the greater scape.