The vvorkes of a young wyt trust vp with a Fardell of pretie fancies, profitable to young Poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a Banquet of Comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N. B. Gentleman |
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[Three thinges there are, that greately hurte the sight] |
 | The vvorkes of a young wyt |  |
[Three thinges there are, that greately hurte the sight]
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By that tyme that I had finished this Pamphlet vpon patience, wyth hanginge downe my hedde ouer my paper, mine eyes grue redde, and ranne on water, wherevpon my muse tooke occasion, to thinke, vpon the hurte of the eye sighte, and presentely willed me to write vpon the same, as foloweth.
Three
thinges there are, that greately hurte the sight,
which by the eye, doe breede the harts disease,
And being seene, as well by daye as nighte,
vnto the minde doe breede but litle ease.
Of which three, one, dothe partely breede delighte:
the other two, breede nothinge but despighte.
which by the eye, doe breede the harts disease,
And being seene, as well by daye as nighte,
vnto the minde doe breede but litle ease.
Of which three, one, dothe partely breede delighte:
the other two, breede nothinge but despighte.
The furste, and wurste, is this (alas) to see
a foe fare well, and deerest friende decaye.
The seconde sighte, then which, what worse maye be?
is sorrowes smoke, that riseth nighte and daye
From fancies fier, which from the harte to hedde,
dothe so ascende, as makes the eyes looke redde.
a foe fare well, and deerest friende decaye.
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is sorrowes smoke, that riseth nighte and daye
From fancies fier, which from the harte to hedde,
dothe so ascende, as makes the eyes looke redde.
Now to the third, what more can hurt the sight?
then to behold a fayre and gallant dame:
Then fall in loue, and labour day and night,
to gayne her loue, yet not obteyne the same:
Then thus I end, what more can hurt the sight,
then these three things which here I doo recite?
then to behold a fayre and gallant dame:
Then fall in loue, and labour day and night,
to gayne her loue, yet not obteyne the same:
Then thus I end, what more can hurt the sight,
then these three things which here I doo recite?
Finis.
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