The ioyfvll receyuing of the Queens most excellent Maiestie into hir Highnesse Citie of Norvvich: The thing done in the time of hir abode there: and the Dolor of the citie at hir departure. Wherein are set downe diuers orations in Latine, pronounced to hir Highnesse by Sir Robert Wood Knight, now maior of the same citie, and others: and certaine also deliuered to hir Maiestie in vvriting: euery of the[m] turned into English [by Bernard Garter] |
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Then spake Venus, whose gift was a whyte Doue.
In vayne (fayre Queene) from Heauen my comming was,
To seeke tamend that is no way amis:
For now I see thy fauour so doth passe,
That none but thou, thou onely she it is,
Whose bewty bids ech wight to looke on thee,
By view they may an other Venvs see.
To seeke tamend that is no way amis:
For now I see thy fauour so doth passe,
That none but thou, thou onely she it is,
Whose bewty bids ech wight to looke on thee,
By view they may an other Venvs see.
Where bewty boastes, and fauour doth not fayle,
What may I giue to thee O worthy wight?
This is my gift, there shall no woe preuayle,
That seekes thy will, agaynst thy willes delight,
Not where they will, but where it likes thy minde,
Accept that friend, if loyall thou him finde.
What may I giue to thee O worthy wight?
This is my gift, there shall no woe preuayle,
That seekes thy will, agaynst thy willes delight,
Accept that friend, if loyall thou him finde.
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