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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The Lamentation of an Ale-wifes daughter
for the losse of her Virginity.
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 | A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses |  |
The Lamentation of an Ale-wifes daughter for the losse of her Virginity.
In
the spring time when Plants do bud,
and birds vse chirping notes:
When beasts do gather heart of grasse,
and fish in water flotes.
It was my chance for to espie,
a Nimph of Venus traine:
Which in a groue wherein she sat,
did mightily complaine:
I hearkned to her sad lament,
I listned to her tale,
Whereby it seemed that she had,
set honesty to sale:
Alas said shee, that mother deere,
an Alewife was to me:
Or that it was my heauie chance,
to vse bad company.
Wo be to him that with the Oyle,
of Angels me intis'd:
Thrise woe be to the golden baits,
that often me surpris'd.
Woe to the toyes of youth too rash,
woe to the crafty snares
Of Crooked age, that youth doe catch,
in nets at vnawares.
Woe to dame Nature for hir paines,
in making me the glasse
For others, for to scoffe and laugh,
as they the way do passe.
Then gushed out the Siluer streames,
of water from her eyes,
Which did bedew her Roseate cheekes,
and that in dolefull wise.
Ienkin
and birds vse chirping notes:
When beasts do gather heart of grasse,
and fish in water flotes.
It was my chance for to espie,
a Nimph of Venus traine:
Which in a groue wherein she sat,
did mightily complaine:
I hearkned to her sad lament,
I listned to her tale,
Whereby it seemed that she had,
set honesty to sale:
Alas said shee, that mother deere,
an Alewife was to me:
Or that it was my heauie chance,
to vse bad company.
Wo be to him that with the Oyle,
of Angels me intis'd:
Thrise woe be to the golden baits,
that often me surpris'd.
woe to the crafty snares
Of Crooked age, that youth doe catch,
in nets at vnawares.
Woe to dame Nature for hir paines,
in making me the glasse
For others, for to scoffe and laugh,
as they the way do passe.
Then gushed out the Siluer streames,
of water from her eyes,
Which did bedew her Roseate cheekes,
and that in dolefull wise.
At which I came, & spake these words,
what fortune hath decreed?
Or how? or why? haue fatall fates,
committed such a deed?
That thou the mirror of our age,
and pride of Natures bower:
Farre sweeter then the ruddy Rose,
or gallant Gillyflower,
Should'st thus lament and pine away?
whose cheerfull countenance
The hearts of yong and eake of old,
hath causd full oft to daunce,
Ist losse of loue? Ist want of wealth?
Is cause thou sleepest alone?
Or Ist the death of some deare friend,
that causeth thee to mone?
what fortune hath decreed?
Or how? or why? haue fatall fates,
committed such a deed?
That thou the mirror of our age,
and pride of Natures bower:
Farre sweeter then the ruddy Rose,
or gallant Gillyflower,
Should'st thus lament and pine away?
whose cheerfull countenance
The hearts of yong and eake of old,
hath causd full oft to daunce,
Ist losse of loue? Ist want of wealth?
Is cause thou sleepest alone?
that causeth thee to mone?
Ioo.
Not so, my friend, what doest thou mean,
to make the thing so strange:
Experience teacheth after full,
there needs must be a change.
The golden baite intised hath,
the pretious Pearle from me:
Which to be gotten back againe,
remaines without remedy.
to make the thing so strange:
Experience teacheth after full,
there needs must be a change.
The golden baite intised hath,
the pretious Pearle from me:
Which to be gotten back againe,
remaines without remedy.
Ien.
Your meaning (sweet) I do not know,
I pray you tell it plaine:
Faine would I finde some remedy,
to ease you of your paine.
I pray you tell it plaine:
Faine would I finde some remedy,
to ease you of your paine.
Ioo.
I thanke you for your kind good will,
which you did shew to me:
In recompence whereof I will,
my words make plaine to thee.
As nature had adorned me,
with gifts of beauty rare:
So for to deck and trim my selfe,
was all my chiefest care,
Then many suters came to me,
and most my betters were.
Whom I disdain'd and set light by,
my minde was so seuere,
At length there came an aged man,
of money store had he:
Who with his bags and golden baits,
hath bred my misery.
My mother yeelded her consent,
and causd me doe the same:
Which maketh me thus to lament,
that I must liue in shame.
Let Maidens then example take,
and warning by my fall:
Least they like me, should catched be,
by comming to the call.
Thus hast thou heard my friend my griefe,
I can no longer stay:
Adew, and twenty times farewell,
this sorrowfull month of May.
which you did shew to me:
In recompence whereof I will,
my words make plaine to thee.
As nature had adorned me,
with gifts of beauty rare:
So for to deck and trim my selfe,
was all my chiefest care,
Then many suters came to me,
and most my betters were.
Whom I disdain'd and set light by,
my minde was so seuere,
At length there came an aged man,
Who with his bags and golden baits,
hath bred my misery.
My mother yeelded her consent,
and causd me doe the same:
Which maketh me thus to lament,
that I must liue in shame.
Let Maidens then example take,
and warning by my fall:
Least they like me, should catched be,
by comming to the call.
Thus hast thou heard my friend my griefe,
I can no longer stay:
Adew, and twenty times farewell,
this sorrowfull month of May.
FINIS.
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