LOVE wing'd my Hopes and taught me how to fly <br />Far from base earth, but not to mount too high: <br /> For true pleasure <br /> Lives in measure, <br /> Which if men forsake, <br />Blinded they into folly run and grief for pleasure take. <br /> <br />But my vain Hopes, proud of their new-taught flight, <br />Enamour'd sought to woo the sun's fair light, <br /> Whose rich brightness <br /> Moved their lightness <br /> To aspire so high <br />That all scorch'd and consumed with fire now drown'd in woe they lie. <br /> <br />And none but Love their woeful hap did rue, <br />For Love did know that their desires were true; <br /> Though fate frowned, <br /> And now drowned <br /> They in sorrow dwell, <br />It was the purest light of heav'n for whose fair love they fell.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/icarus-robert-jones-s-second-book-of-songs-and-a/
