Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke
 

Cælica    
 

Sonnet CIV          


O false and treacherous Probability,
Enemy of truth, and friend to wickednesse;
With whose bleare eyes opinion learnes to see
Truths feeble party here, and barrennesse.
When thou hast thus misled Humanity,
And lost obedience in the pride of wit,
With reason dar'st thou judge the Deity,
And in thy flesh make bold to fashion it.
Vaine thoght, the word of Power a riddle is,
And till the vayles be rent, the flesh newborne,
Reveales no wonders of that inward blisse,
Which but where faith is, every where findes scorne;
Who therfore censures God with fleshly sp'rit,
As well in time may wrap up infinite 
 
 

Source:
The Anchor Anthology of Sixteenth-Century Verse.
Richard S. Sylvester, ed.
Garden City: Anchor Press/Doubleday, 1974.  592.

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