It was the purest light of heaven for whose fair love they fell.2
Note 1. From Robert Jones Second Book of Songs and Airs, 1601. [back]
Note 2. It was the purest light of heaven for whose fair love they fell. I am reminded, says Mr. Bullen, of a fine passage in Draytons Barons Wars, canto vi.:
Looking upon proud Phaeton wrapped in fire,
The gentle queen did much bewail his fall;
But Mortimer commended his desire
To lose one poor life or to govern all.
What though, quoth he, he madly did aspire
And his great mind made him proud Fortunes thrall?