If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire <br />Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be, <br />I greatly marvel how you still go free <br />That far beyond Prometheus did aspire. <br />The fire he stole, although of heav'nly kind, <br />Which from above he craftily did take, <br />Of lifeless clods us living men to make, <br />He did bestow in temper of the mind; <br />But you broke into Heav'n's immortal store, <br />Where Virtue, Honor, Wit, and Beauty lay, <br />Which taking thence you have escap'd away, <br />Yet stand as free as e'er you did before; <br />Yet old Prometheus punish'd for his rape. <br />Thus poor thieves suffer when the greater 'scape.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiv-if-he-from-heav-n/
