The Blazon of Iealovsie A Subiect not written of by any heretofore. First written in Italian, by that learned Gentleman Benedetto Varchi ... And Translated into English, with speciall Notes vpon the same; by R. T. [i.e. Robert Tofte] |
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, thou that nourishest thy selfe, o'er bold
With Feare, encreasing still, and soone dost game
Credit, to thy suspitions, whilst chill cold
Thou minglest with a hot and burning Flame;
By which thou all the Kingdome of milde Loue
Dost trouble, heauy make, and too much moue?
With Feare, encreasing still, and soone dost game
Credit, to thy suspitions, whilst chill cold
Thou minglest with a hot and burning Flame;
By which thou all the Kingdome of milde Loue
Dost trouble, heauy make, and too much moue?
Since thou so soone vpon my sugred Sweete
Hast mixt thy bitter Drugs, hence from my Heart,
Turne backe to Cocitus, and to those Icies Deepe,
Those sad, and wofull waters, full of smart;
Pack (hence) to Hell, thou worse than hellish Elfe,
There, vexe, torment, and gawlethine inward selfe:
Hast mixt thy bitter Drugs, hence from my Heart,
Turne backe to Cocitus, and to those Icies Deepe,
Those sad, and wofull waters, full of smart;
Pack (hence) to Hell, thou worse than hellish Elfe,
There, vexe, torment, and gawlethine inward selfe:
There (without rest) prolong thy weary dayes;
There, let thy nights, withouten sleepe be spent;
There torture still, and grieue thy selfe (alwayes)
As well with doubtfull, as sure punishment:
Fret thine owne bowels forth, stamp, stare, be mad,
Be euer heauy, neuer blithe, nor glad.
There, let thy nights, withouten sleepe be spent;
There torture still, and grieue thy selfe (alwayes)
As well with doubtfull, as sure punishment:
Fret thine owne bowels forth, stamp, stare, be mad,
Be euer heauy, neuer blithe, nor glad.
Dispatch, begone; why fiercer than before,
And farre more stronger, then thou wontst to be,
(Since venim thine, to poyson mee the more,
Through euery veyne dispersed is in mee.)
Dost thou returne (afresh) in shadowes new,
The more to make me still to waile and rew?
And farre more stronger, then thou wontst to be,
(Since venim thine, to poyson mee the more,
Through euery veyne dispersed is in mee.)
Dost thou returne (afresh) in shadowes new,
The more to make me still to waile and rew?
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