Sonnet XXXIX: Some, When in Rhyme
Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell,With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint;Some call on Heav'n, some invocate on Hell,And Fates and Furies with their woes acquaint.Elysium is too high a seat for me;I will not come in Styx or Phlegethon;The thrice-three Muses but too wanton be;Like they that lust, I care not; I will none.Spiteful Erinnys frights me with her looks;My manhood dares not with foul Ate mell;I quake to look on Hecate's charming books;I still fear bugbears in Apollo's cell.I pass not for Minerva nor Astraea;Only I call on my divine Idea.
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