Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air, and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning;
Make not my glad cause cause of mourning.
Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
More verses by George Peele
- Not Iris In Her Pride
- Œnone's Complaint
- Polyhymnia: Sonnet
- The Sad Shepherd's Passion Of Love
- Bathsheba's Song