The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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Wantyng his desyre he complayneth.
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20. Wantyng his desyre he complayneth.
The sayling ships with ioy at lenght, do touche the long desired port,
The hewing axe ye oke doth waste, ye battring Canon breakes the fort.
Hard hagard Haukes stope to ye lure, wild colts in time ye bridle tames,
There is nothing so out of ure, but to his kinde long time it frames.
Yet this I finde in time, no time can winne my sute,
Though oft the tree I clime, I can not catche the fruite.
The hewing axe ye oke doth waste, ye battring Canon breakes the fort.
Hard hagard Haukes stope to ye lure, wild colts in time ye bridle tames,
There is nothing so out of ure, but to his kinde long time it frames.
Yet this I finde in time, no time can winne my sute,
Though oft the tree I clime, I can not catche the fruite.
And yet the pleasant branches oft, in yeelding wyse to me doo bowe,
When I would touch, they spring aloft, sone are they gone, I wot not howe:
Thus I pursue ye fleting flood, like Tantalus in hel belowe,
Would god my case she understood, which can ful sone releue my woe:
Which yf to her were knowen, the fruite were surely mine,
She would not let me grone, and brouse upon the rine.
When I would touch, they spring aloft, sone are they gone, I wot not howe:
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Would god my case she understood, which can ful sone releue my woe:
Which yf to her were knowen, the fruite were surely mine,
She would not let me grone, and brouse upon the rine.
But if my ship with tackle turne, with rented sailes must needes retire,
And streame and wind had plainely sworne, by force to hinder my desire:
Like one that strikes upon ye rocks, my weerie wrack I should bewaile
And learne to knowe false fortunes mocks, who smiles on me to small auaile:
Yet sith she only can, my rented ship restore,
To helpe her wracked man, but once I seeke no more.
And streame and wind had plainely sworne, by force to hinder my desire:
Like one that strikes upon ye rocks, my weerie wrack I should bewaile
And learne to knowe false fortunes mocks, who smiles on me to small auaile:
Yet sith she only can, my rented ship restore,
To helpe her wracked man, but once I seeke no more.
Finis.
M. Edwardes.
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