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Zelavto

The Fovntaine of Fame. Erected in an Orcharde of Amorous Aduentures. Containing A Delicate Disputation, gallantly discoursed between two noble Gentlemen of Italye. Giuen for a freendly entertainment to Euphues, at his late ariuall into England. By A. M. [i.e. Anthony Munday]

Munday, Anthony (1553-1633)

[dedication]

The Fountayne of Fame, distylling his dainty drops, in an Orchard of Amarous Aduentures.

Astræpho and Zelauto goeth to dinner, and their talke after they had vvell refreshed themselues.

[We ought to haue great respect]

[These gay and gorgious buyldings heere]

In the morning Zelauto sendeth for Signor Giouani Martino, of whom he should receiue money, and how he sped and of his farder freendship that he had with Madonna Vrsula.

The Song which misteris Vrsula sung to her Lute, to Zelauto.

Zelauto and his companion being come to London, through the meanes of Roberto their guyde, they are brought to the house of one Signor Giulio di Pescara, who entertained them very curteously.

[O Virgin Queene, the rarest gem]

[Let all true English harts, pronounce whyle they haue breath]

[Jn Countryes cause, I mount vpon the Seas]

Zelauto taketh out of his Scrip a Book, wherin he readeth a gallant deuise presented in a Tournament, which he sawe in England.

[By VVest, a famous Region]

Zelauto heere telleth to Astræpho, the verses that he wrote in the commendation of the Englishe Queene.

[Jf eyes may iudge, and minde may full suppose]

Heere Zelauto rehearseth the verses that he wrote in the prayse of a certayne Noble Lorde in the English Court.

[Jf euer Cæsar had such gallant Fame]

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The Song which misteris Vrsula sung to her Lute, to Zelauto.

Zelauto reherseth it

As Loue is cause of ioy,
So Loue procureth care:
As Loue dooth end annoy,
So Loue dooth cause despaire.
But yet I oft heard say,
and wise men like did giue:
That no one at this day,
without a loue can liue.
And thinke you I, will loue defie:
No, no, I loue, vntill I die.

Loue knits the sacred knot,
Loue hart and hand dooth binde:
Loue will not shrinke one iot,
but Loue dooth keepe his kinde.

Loue maketh freendes of foes,
loue stayes the common wealth:
Loue dooth exile all woes,
that would impaire our health.
Since loue dooth men and monsters mooue:
VVhat man so fond will loue disprooue?

Loue keepes the happy peace,
Loue dooth all strife alay:
Loue sendeth rich increase,
Loue keepeth warres away.
Loue of it selfe is all,
Loue hath no fellowe mate:
Loue causeth me, and shall,
Loue those, that loue my state.
Then loue will I, vntill I dye:
And all fond Loue I will defye.

FINIS.