The Works of William Fowler Secretary to Queen Anne, Wife of James VI. Edited with introduction, appendix, notes and glossary by Henry W. Meikle |
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The Works of William Fowler | ||
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IV. FOR HIS VALENTYNE.
Prepair and prease as papists dois,
o poetts, ȝour ingyne,
And celebratt the memorye
off blist sant valentyne.
o poetts, ȝour ingyne,
And celebratt the memorye
off blist sant valentyne.
Sound furth your voce, and sing his praise
with learned verses fyne,
And with my dames resound the glore
off blist sant valentyne.
with learned verses fyne,
And with my dames resound the glore
off blist sant valentyne.
Off all the sants within the heaven,
baith godlye and devyne,
none more I love or honoureth mair
then blist sant valentyne.
baith godlye and devyne,
none more I love or honoureth mair
then blist sant valentyne.
For he by lott to me hir name
in taken dois propyne
baith off hir love and constancye;
then blist be valentyne.
in taken dois propyne
baith off hir love and constancye;
then blist be valentyne.
Tak in gud pairt thir haistye lynes,
o yow sueit maistres myne,
And, giue ȝe pleis, a ring or poynts
send to your valentyne.
o yow sueit maistres myne,
And, giue ȝe pleis, a ring or poynts
send to your valentyne.
Bot gif ȝe faill, I sueir I sall,
suppose my hart repyne,
burne in the fyre ȝour gratious name,
And curss sant valentyne.
suppose my hart repyne,
burne in the fyre ȝour gratious name,
And curss sant valentyne.
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Quhat is the causs, my dearest dame,
that thow so long deleyes
to send me silken couleured poynts?
quhat is the caus thow stayes?
that thow so long deleyes
to send me silken couleured poynts?
quhat is the caus thow stayes?
Is it bycaus your schamefastnes
your courtesie restrains?
or ȝit bycaus your chastlye mynde
sic hamlines disdains?
your courtesie restrains?
or ȝit bycaus your chastlye mynde
sic hamlines disdains?
Gif so it be, it suld not be:
for custome this dois crave
off euerye one, and byndeth yow
to giue and to receave.
for custome this dois crave
off euerye one, and byndeth yow
to giue and to receave.
Or is it for ȝour doubtfull mynde
Is not in it resolud
Quhat chose to mak of chaingin hews,
or thame ȝour hands vnfould,
Is not in it resolud
Quhat chose to mak of chaingin hews,
or thame ȝour hands vnfould,
Quhase lyflye couleurs might expresss,
and properteis furth paint,
your graces lykwyse with my faith,
and favour represent?
and properteis furth paint,
your graces lykwyse with my faith,
and favour represent?
so, so it is: me thinks I see
within your window lye
the dyvers sorts of schewing silk,
lyk rainbows in the skye.
within your window lye
the dyvers sorts of schewing silk,
lyk rainbows in the skye.
Me thinks I see these tendar hands
vntwist the plesant quhyte,
as badge of ȝour virginitie,
quhairin ȝe do delyte.
vntwist the plesant quhyte,
as badge of ȝour virginitie,
quhairin ȝe do delyte.
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Me thinks I see than after that
the blak cum in your hand,
as maist aggreing with his doole,
quhome ȝe may maist command.
the blak cum in your hand,
as maist aggreing with his doole,
quhome ȝe may maist command.
Then these layd by, me thinks I see
the Ridd layd nixt in place,
quhilk baldnes shawes, bot mair that hew
quhilk gius ȝour lipps þair grace.
the Ridd layd nixt in place,
quhilk baldnes shawes, bot mair that hew
quhilk gius ȝour lipps þair grace.
Incarnatt after followeth nixt,
quhilk schaws ȝour gud complexioun,
and mixt with gray in taken of happ
and houp of your perfectioun.
quhilk schaws ȝour gud complexioun,
and mixt with gray in taken of happ
and houp of your perfectioun.
Immediatlye I see ȝow take
In ordour nixt the ȝallow,
declairing furth your wyttie hairt,
And liberallness to follow.
In ordour nixt the ȝallow,
declairing furth your wyttie hairt,
And liberallness to follow.
And with the same me think I see
baith quhyte and darkned gray,
this for to tell my patience,
the other my decay.
baith quhyte and darkned gray,
this for to tell my patience,
the other my decay.
Then afterwart me think I see
for to appeir the blew,
quhilk dois decore ȝour asurd vains,
and provis my love be trew.
for to appeir the blew,
quhilk dois decore ȝour asurd vains,
and provis my love be trew.
The pourpour lykwyse to me semes,
quhilk tells ȝow ar beloved,
Then tanny after to declair
the greiffs and pains I proved.
quhilk tells ȝow ar beloved,
Then tanny after to declair
the greiffs and pains I proved.
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In end the violett cums nixt,
my perseverance schawen,
And constancye in all the scorns
quhilk hes my hope ourthrauen.
my perseverance schawen,
And constancye in all the scorns
quhilk hes my hope ourthrauen.
And to be short, I think that ȝow
the tynder ass assewme,
to wittnes how that pansiue thoughts
to ass dois me conseume.
the tynder ass assewme,
to wittnes how that pansiue thoughts
to ass dois me conseume.
then dois the grene your work conclud,
quhilk dois this muche professs,
that as my pains dois florish still,
so sal they neir decresss.
quhilk dois this muche professs,
that as my pains dois florish still,
so sal they neir decresss.
now quhither this or vther hews
your purpose is to fallow,
I cair not, so ȝe send me not
the woefull blak and ȝallow.
your purpose is to fallow,
I cair not, so ȝe send me not
the woefull blak and ȝallow.
finis.
W.m Fouler.
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