| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part I. | | VIII. To give that life, which had not breath before | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | TO give that life, which had not breath before; | |
| PROMETHEUS, from above, stole heavenly fire: | |
| For which his boldness he was plaguèd sore, | |
| A just reward for such a high aspire. | |
| So whilst I steal from thee, my heaven above, | 5 |
| The heat which doth revive my dying sprite: | |
| For rashness, mine eternal grief I prove. | |
| Yet, though our fault ’s all one—the plague ’s not like: | |
| He feels of vulture one, alone, the smart; | |
| But I have thousands, which still gnaw my heart. | 10 | | | |
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