The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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Sonet. 4.
Tell mee, tell mee pretty Muse,
Canst thou neither will nor chuse,
But be busie with my braine,
Still to put my wits to paine?
Shall my heart within my brest,
Neuer haue an hower of Rest?
Canst thou neither will nor chuse,
But be busie with my braine,
Still to put my wits to paine?
Shall my heart within my brest,
Neuer haue an hower of Rest?
Idle humor what doth ayle thee?
Not a thought that can auayle thee:
Be thou neere so woe begon thee,
Beautie will not looke vpon thee,
Fortune wholy hath forlorne thee,
And for loue, it hath forsworne thee.
Not a thought that can auayle thee:
Be thou neere so woe begon thee,
Beautie will not looke vpon thee,
Fortune wholy hath forlorne thee,
And for loue, it hath forsworne thee.
But if vertue haue procurd thee,
And that honour haue coniur'd thee.
In affection's royalty,
To discharge loue's loyaltie,
That the Eye of truth may see,
Then doe what thou wilt for me.
And that honour haue coniur'd thee.
In affection's royalty,
To discharge loue's loyaltie,
That the Eye of truth may see,
Then doe what thou wilt for me.
Worke my wit vnto thy will,
Keepe thy hammers working still:
Vse thine arte in euery thought,
With such temper to be wrought,
That Aglaia may aprooue,
Vertue's skill in framing Loue.
Keepe thy hammers working still:
Vse thine arte in euery thought,
With such temper to be wrought,
That Aglaia may aprooue,
Vertue's skill in framing Loue.
But if any labour lacke,
Or if either flawe or cracke
Make the mettall not so fine,
That the worke be not deuine,
And well fit for honour's store,
Neuer come at me no more.
Or if either flawe or cracke
Make the mettall not so fine,
That the worke be not deuine,
And well fit for honour's store,
Neuer come at me no more.
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