A silly Sylvan
J. Wilbye
A silly Sylvan kissing heaven-born fire,
Scorched his lips for his so fond desire.
I, not so fond, but gazed whilst such fire burned,
And all my heart straight into flames was turned.
The Sylvan justly suffered for his kiss,
His fire was stolen, and stolen things go amiss.
But I alas unjustly, for to have her
Her heavenly fire the God and Graces gave her.