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 | Diana of George of Montemayor |  |
[Long haue I felt a silent paine of sorrow]
Long
haue I felt a silent paine of sorrow,
Cruell, by that my senses it importunes
To such extremes, that I am forc't to borrow
This last releefe against my heauie fortunes,
To publish them vnto the windes, that stay them
Thorow out the world with pitie to conuay them.
Cruell, by that my senses it importunes
To such extremes, that I am forc't to borrow
This last releefe against my heauie fortunes,
To publish them vnto the windes, that stay them
Thorow out the world with pitie to conuay them.
Then gentle Aire, performe this due of pitie,
Let euery region know my greeuous anguish,
Breath out my paines, and tell in euery citie
The life of her, that in Loues want doth languish:
Forgotten of a Shepherd that disdaines her,
Who once did die euen for like loue that paines her.
Let euery region know my greeuous anguish,
Breath out my paines, and tell in euery citie
The life of her, that in Loues want doth languish:
Forgotten of a Shepherd that disdaines her,
Who once did die euen for like loue that paines her.
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O that this all (death to my vitall powers)
Hardly maintain'd amids these cruell fashions,
Springs of my late obliuion and those howers,
Which I bestow'd, and thought not of his passions:
And that the fault, that heertofore did blame me.
Causeth my paine, and with my paine doth shame me.
Hardly maintain'd amids these cruell fashions,
Springs of my late obliuion and those howers,
Which I bestow'd, and thought not of his passions:
And that the fault, that heertofore did blame me.
Causeth my paine, and with my paine doth shame me.
Hart breake in two for greefe when thought assailes thee
Of those fell torments which thou once didst lend him,
Thou lou'st him now, but little it preuailes thee
To pardon that, wherewith thou didst offend him.
Who cried once for that which now I crie for,
And died once for that which now I die for.
Of those fell torments which thou once didst lend him,
Thou lou'st him now, but little it preuailes thee
To pardon that, wherewith thou didst offend him.
Who cried once for that which now I crie for,
And died once for that which now I die for.
These present greefes of passions that confound me
With ceaselesse paine, torment not in such measure,
As thoughts of my late crueltie doe wound me,
Or when I thinke, I lost so deere a treasure:
For they are heauen, to thinke that now I prize him,
And these are hell, to thinke I did despise him.
With ceaselesse paine, torment not in such measure,
As thoughts of my late crueltie doe wound me,
Or when I thinke, I lost so deere a treasure:
For they are heauen, to thinke that now I prize him,
And these are hell, to thinke I did despise him.
For if my little loue (more fitly named
Iniurious hate) (whereof I now repent me)
Were not in fault (alas too lately blamed)
Of all these present greefes, that thus torment me;
Then with complaints I would not cease t'importune
Vngentle loue, and raile on cruell Fortune.
Iniurious hate) (whereof I now repent me)
Were not in fault (alas too lately blamed)
Of all these present greefes, that thus torment me;
Then with complaints I would not cease t'importune
Vngentle loue, and raile on cruell Fortune.
But I so proude for my admired beautie
That flattred me, of sense was so bereaued,
That carelesse of my fault, and forced dutie
I owde to Loue, I neuer once perceaued,
That Loue did take reuengement at his pleasure,
And Fortune change without all meane or measure.
That flattred me, of sense was so bereaued,
That carelesse of my fault, and forced dutie
I owde to Loue, I neuer once perceaued,
That Loue did take reuengement at his pleasure,
And Fortune change without all meane or measure.
But Loues reuenge wrought neuer such a woonder,
Nor to so great despaire did euer driue one,
As thus on euery side to breake a sunder,
And ruinate a hope that might reuiue one:
And Fortune in her change made neuer any
So great, as from one life to deathes so many.
Nor to so great despaire did euer driue one,
As thus on euery side to breake a sunder,
And ruinate a hope that might reuiue one:
And Fortune in her change made neuer any
So great, as from one life to deathes so many.
Syrenus then, how art thou now assured
Of thy reuenge, which thou hast deepely taken
In my disgrace, which I my selfe procured:
That since of late my loue thou hast forsaken,
No remedie for any greefe is left me,
That of my woonted comfort hath bereft me.
Of thy reuenge, which thou hast deepely taken
In my disgrace, which I my selfe procured:
That since of late my loue thou hast forsaken,
No remedie for any greefe is left me,
That of my woonted comfort hath bereft me.
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For heeretofore as thou hast euen, and morrow,
Seene me disdaine thy sight with so small reason,
So maist thou now take pleasure in my sorrow,
And with thy scornes my feeble comforts season:
For now to loue me, lies not in thy power,
Though I must loue thee till my dying hower.
Seene me disdaine thy sight with so small reason,
So maist thou now take pleasure in my sorrow,
And with thy scornes my feeble comforts season:
For now to loue me, lies not in thy power,
Though I must loue thee till my dying hower.
So far from Cupids force thy haps haue blest thee,
And in thy libertie thou tak'st such glorie,
That (gentle Shepherd) I doe not request thee
To cure mine ill (which cannot make thee sorie)
But to beguile these paines by Loue ordained,
With one poore fauour, though it were but fained:
And in thy libertie thou tak'st such glorie,
That (gentle Shepherd) I doe not request thee
To cure mine ill (which cannot make thee sorie)
But to beguile these paines by Loue ordained,
With one poore fauour, though it were but fained:
And though mine ils, which thou art not contented
To remedie, nor dost pretend to cease them,
When to thy carelesse thoughts they are presented,
Whose hot reuenge haue vowed to increase them:
Yet turne thine eies, and see how mine are flowing
With riuolets of teares, that still are growing.
To remedie, nor dost pretend to cease them,
When to thy carelesse thoughts they are presented,
Whose hot reuenge haue vowed to increase them:
Yet turne thine eies, and see how mine are flowing
With riuolets of teares, that still are growing.
Behold my ruine, and my life decaied,
My little hope, which in despaire I borrow,
My teares, my sighes, my senses all dismaied,
Though not to take compassion of my sorrow,
Yet see how with them all I am affreighted,
In thy reuenge to be the more delighted.
My little hope, which in despaire I borrow,
My teares, my sighes, my senses all dismaied,
Though not to take compassion of my sorrow,
Yet see how with them all I am affreighted,
In thy reuenge to be the more delighted.
For though with greefe, wherewith I still am calling
To mollifie thy hart, and haue no power,
Nor that my teares, which euermore are falling,
Cannot excuse my death one little hower,
Then will I die for loue of thee and neuer
Enioy this breath without I loue thee euer.
To mollifie thy hart, and haue no power,
Nor that my teares, which euermore are falling,
Cannot excuse my death one little hower,
Then will I die for loue of thee and neuer
Enioy this breath without I loue thee euer.
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