Sonnet 17
If hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire, Condemn'd by Ioue to endlesse torment be, I greatly meruaile how you still goe free, That farre beyond Promethius did aspire? The fire he stole, although of heauenly kinde, Which from aboue he craftily did take, Of liueles clods vs liuing men to make, Againe bestow'd in temper of the mind. But you broke in to heauens immortall store, Where vertue, honour, wit, and beautie lay, Which taking thence, you haue escap'd away, Yet stand as free as ere you did before. But old Promethius punish'd for his rape, Thus poore theeues suffer, when the greater scape.
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