[A sweet Nosgay, Or pleasant Posye contayning a hundred and ten Phylosophicall Flowers] [by Isabella Whitney] |
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IS. VV. to C. B. in bewaylynge her mishappes.
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IS. VV. to C. B. in bewaylynge her mishappes.
Yf
heauie hartes might serue to be
a sacrifice for sinne:
Orels, if sorowes might suffice,
for what so ere hath byn:
Then mine Oblacion, it weare made,
Whiche longe haue liued in Mourners trade.
a sacrifice for sinne:
Orels, if sorowes might suffice,
for what so ere hath byn:
Then mine Oblacion, it weare made,
Whiche longe haue liued in Mourners trade.
The dryrie daye in dole (alas)
continuallye I spende:
The noysome nightes, in restlesse Bedde,
I bring vnto his ende:
And when the daye appeares agayne,
Then freth beg yn my plaints amayne.
continuallye I spende:
The noysome nightes, in restlesse Bedde,
I bring vnto his ende:
And when the daye appeares agayne,
Then freth beg yn my plaints amayne.
But this I feare, wyll sooner cease:
the nomber of my sinne:
Then make amendes, for former misse,
that I haue liued in:
Because I take not pacientlye
Correction in aduersytie.
the nomber of my sinne:
Then make amendes, for former misse,
that I haue liued in:
Because I take not pacientlye
Correction in aduersytie.
VVherfore (my God) geue me that gyfte,
As be dyd I O B vntyll:
That I may take with quietnesse,
what soeuer is his wyll:
Then shall my lucklesse lyfe soone ende,
Or frowarde Fortune shall amende.
As be dyd I O B vntyll:
That I may take with quietnesse,
what soeuer is his wyll:
Then shall my lucklesse lyfe soone ende,
Or frowarde Fortune shall amende.
And for because your sound aduice,
may ease me in distresse:
For that two wittes may compasse more
then one, you must confesse:
And that, that burthen dothe not deare,
Whiche frende wyll somtyme helpe to beare.
may ease me in distresse:
For that two wittes may compasse more
then one, you must confesse:
And that, that burthen dothe not deare,
Whiche frende wyll somtyme helpe to beare.
Therfore, in this perplexitie,
To you deare frende I write:
You know mine endlesse miserie,
you know, how some me spite:
With counsell cure, for feare of wracke,
And helpe to beare, that breakes my backe.
To you deare frende I write:
You know mine endlesse miserie,
you know, how some me spite:
With counsell cure, for feare of wracke,
And helpe to beare, that breakes my backe.
So wishing you in health to bide,
and troubles not to taste
And geuing tendance for your ayde,
which I requier in haste
I cease: and humbly me commend,
To the conducting of my Friende,
and troubles not to taste
And geuing tendance for your ayde,
which I requier in haste
I cease: and humbly me commend,
To the conducting of my Friende,
Your vnfortunate Friend. IS. VV.
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