A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson |
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A Louers Song in praise of his Mistresse.
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A Louers Song in praise of his Mistresse.
If
that Appelles now did raigne,
who euer sought for to haue fame:
He might haue wone with lesser paine,
a greater honor to his name.
For with great paine he sought all Greece,
Till he had found the fairest peece.
who euer sought for to haue fame:
He might haue wone with lesser paine,
a greater honor to his name.
For with great paine he sought all Greece,
Till he had found the fairest peece.
Throughout all Greece he could not view,
so faire, so feate, so fine withall:
Nor yet his pencell neuer drew,
so faire a peece and neuer shall,
Wherefore if he had seene those dayes,
He might haue wone a greater praise.
so faire, so feate, so fine withall:
Nor yet his pencell neuer drew,
so faire a peece and neuer shall,
Wherefore if he had seene those dayes,
He might haue wone a greater praise.
Oh happy man might he haue said,
if he had liued to this time:
For to haue seene so faire a Maide,
in all proportions made so fine.
Her fullgent face, so faire, so cleare,
That Europe cannot shew her peere.
if he had liued to this time:
For to haue seene so faire a Maide,
in all proportions made so fine.
Her fullgent face, so faire, so cleare,
That Europe cannot shew her peere.
Pigmalion with his grauers then.
could neuer worke so faire a peece:
Nor yet Apelles in his time,
did neuer see the like in Greece,
For if he had he would haue said,
That Venus was not like this maid.
could neuer worke so faire a peece:
Nor yet Apelles in his time,
did neuer see the like in Greece,
For if he had he would haue said,
That Venus was not like this maid.
She is a graft of noble groweth,
and worthy is she of her fame:
For why her vertues plainely sheweth,
that well she hath deserud the same.
Wherefore my painfull pen alwaies,
Shall neuer cease to write her praise.
and worthy is she of her fame:
For why her vertues plainely sheweth,
that well she hath deserud the same.
Wherefore my painfull pen alwaies,
Shall neuer cease to write her praise.
O that my pen could print her praise,
according to her iust desert.
That I might say and see those dayes,
that I desired with my heart
For still I sought and euer shall,
My Mistres praise might passe them all.
according to her iust desert.
That I might say and see those dayes,
that I desired with my heart
For still I sought and euer shall,
My Mistres praise might passe them all.
Now proofe and praise in one is knit,
and hath blowne to praise this maide
And Iustice doth in Iudgment sit,
for to performe that I haue saide
Thus to conclud an end to make,
vnto the gods I her betake.
and hath blowne to praise this maide
And Iustice doth in Iudgment sit,
for to performe that I haue saide
vnto the gods I her betake.
Another.
The
Bee doth loue the sweetest flower,
so doth the blossome the Aprill shower:
And I doe loue that Lady truely,
why should not I loue her that loues me.
so doth the blossome the Aprill shower:
And I doe loue that Lady truely,
why should not I loue her that loues me.
The bird doth loue the morning bright,
to see the day is her delight:
And I do loue to see her face,
in whome that I doe loue is my solace.
to see the day is her delight:
And I do loue to see her face,
in whome that I doe loue is my solace.
The fish doth loue the flouds by kind,
for want of it they are but pynd:
And I doe loue her presents also,
in whome that I loue and loue no mo.
for want of it they are but pynd:
And I doe loue her presents also,
in whome that I loue and loue no mo.
The Lybard doth loue to lie and pray,
vpon the faces that goeth him by:
And I do loue to looke and gase,
vpon my true-loues most pleasant face.
vpon the faces that goeth him by:
And I do loue to looke and gase,
vpon my true-loues most pleasant face.
The Deere doth loue in woods to dwell,
as I to you the truth shall tell,
And I doe loue as doth the deere,
oh whereas I loue would Christ I were.
as I to you the truth shall tell,
And I doe loue as doth the deere,
oh whereas I loue would Christ I were.
Troylus that Lord withall his might,
Cressed of Troy that was so bright:
And I do loue as farre as he,
and euer shall vntill I dye.
Cressed of Troy that was so bright:
And I do loue as farre as he,
and euer shall vntill I dye.
FINIS.
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