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CODRVS his reconciliation to his heart, after he hath abiured KALATIBIA.
 



CODRVS his reconciliation to his heart, after he hath abiured KALATIBIA.

Poore wandring hart, which like the prodig child
From reasons rule hath run so long astray,
Misled by Loue, with fancies fond beguild:
And now returnd with torne and rent array,
my halfe and better part since thou art come,
with true remorse most kindly welcome home.
Laciuious looks of life bewitching eye,
Inconstant oath's of most vnsetled mind,
You fals inflections of a Iudas knee,
You worthles vowes which vanish with the wind,
Dispatch your selfe, and let mee liue in peace,
Within my hart thou haue no dwelling place.
Come sit thee downe (deare hart) wee'l haue a feast
My fond Conceits I for a Calfe will kill:
I am thy Oast, and thou shalt be my guest,
Repenting Teares will furnish Wine at will:
Our Musick Sighs: and if I were more able,
Fayth thou should find a banquet for thy table.


With hartie draughts will wee to drinke begin,
Vnto the brim let reasonn fill each bowll:
I'll lock the gate, and Loue shall not looke in,
That our contract may knit without controull,
In surest sort let vs betroth our selfe,
And band gainst Beautie, and the blinded elfe.
Sigh sorie hart, and I will weepe with thee,
Let no eclipse diuide vs two againet
Let Reason hencefoorth guyd and ruler bee,
And wast no more the swift wingd Time in vaine
And while my teares can intertaine thy feast,
Repenting heart thou art a pleasing Ghuest.
Now setlet heart secure and free from feare,
Though all the earth should sinke in seas of Loue,
Fleet in the Arke, sit still in Reasons chare,
And to the world giue verdits from aboue,
The life of Wisedome in Experience lies:
Then let thine owne misfortuns mak thee wise.
Famineos posthac disce canere dolos.
FINIS.