Albions England A Continued Historie of the same Kingdome, from the Originals of the first Inhabitants thereof: With most the chiefe Alterations and Accidents theare hapning, vnto, and in the happie Raigne of our now most gracious Soueraigne, Queene Elizabeth: Not barren in varietie of inuentiue and historicall Intermixtures: First penned and published by William Warner: and now reuised, and newly inlarged by the same Author: Whereunto is also newly added an Epitome of the whole Historie of England |
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CHAP. LXIII.
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CHAP. LXIII.
We left him form'd a Traueler (braue Pilgrim Knight farewell,)
And Elenor (sweete Soule) in Loue, with whom she could not tell:
He trauels for to leaue his Loue, not caring where he lose it,
She for her Loue to finde it skils not whom, so him that Oose it:
The greene Knight, be whoso he shall, her heart had branded hers:
Wheare is that Second She that Loue for Vertue so prefers?
Her onely, speed how so he shall, his heart had branded his:
Wheare liues that second He that so, by louing, betterd is?
Tis often seene, Loue works in Man a weake deiected minde,
Tis euer seene, a Womans Loue doth alter as the winde:
Example then be Mandeuil for Men not to be idle
In Amorous Passions: Labor is to loue, at least, a Bridle:
Example to be Elenor: But let vs say no more,
For Women euer alter, saith the Gospell preach't before:
Conclude we then, when Elenor and Mandeuil did die,
The Method of true louing did with them to Heauen flie,
For euer since too feruent in their Loue are Men, for most,
But, Iris-like, in Womens Hearts Loue too and fro doth poste.
One Stafford (of a Noble House, a Courtiour of good hauor,
A frind and fast to Mandeuil, and in the Prince his Fauor)
From Cyprus from his Friend receiu'd two Letters, one was his,
The other sent to Elenor, and that purported this,
And Elenor (sweete Soule) in Loue, with whom she could not tell:
He trauels for to leaue his Loue, not caring where he lose it,
She for her Loue to finde it skils not whom, so him that Oose it:
The greene Knight, be whoso he shall, her heart had branded hers:
Wheare is that Second She that Loue for Vertue so prefers?
Her onely, speed how so he shall, his heart had branded his:
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Tis often seene, Loue works in Man a weake deiected minde,
Tis euer seene, a Womans Loue doth alter as the winde:
Example then be Mandeuil for Men not to be idle
In Amorous Passions: Labor is to loue, at least, a Bridle:
Example to be Elenor: But let vs say no more,
For Women euer alter, saith the Gospell preach't before:
Conclude we then, when Elenor and Mandeuil did die,
The Method of true louing did with them to Heauen flie,
For euer since too feruent in their Loue are Men, for most,
But, Iris-like, in Womens Hearts Loue too and fro doth poste.
One Stafford (of a Noble House, a Courtiour of good hauor,
A frind and fast to Mandeuil, and in the Prince his Fauor)
From Cyprus from his Friend receiu'd two Letters, one was his,
The other sent to Elenor, and that purported this,
Of you receiued I a Ring, a Token to your Minde,
If so I met it, and it is my fortune it to finde:
For if the Heart may, as it might, for Minde be vnderstood,
My Heart is yours, your Ring so mine, Hearts interchang'd were good.
More did I feare than euer in your Ladiship I found,
Disdaineful Lookes from those faire Eyes that me with loue did woūd.
Now speake I Loue, far from those Lookes so forceable to kill,
Howbeit that I loue is not to worke or wish you ill.
Not more than this (though Princes Frownes beare death with them) feard I,
For had you lou'd, the King mislikt, what had I for'st to die?
Wheare I haue beene (were blasphemie from Women to detract)
Great store of Beauties haue I seene, but none, as yours, exact)
Courts also more than stately, with faire Ladies in the same,
Which seemed common Formes to me, remembring but your name.
When in the Holly-land I prayd, euen at the holy Graue,
(Forgiue me God) a sigh for sinne, and three for Loue I gaue.
Against the fearce Arabians I the Soldans Pay did take,
When oft, as Onset, for Saint George Saint Elenor I spake.
The Amazones, those lustie Girles, beleeue me lik't me well,
But nothing in the best of them but doth in you excell.
I look't vpon the sterile Lake where Heauen-fir'd Sodom was,
For one, thought I thear such as you not so had come to pas,
Most sweete and soueraigne Balsamum in Indian Fields I saw,
More soueraign sweeter Sents, thought I, my lips frō yours could draw.
Nere AEthiop when the spice-sweete Well of youth I saw, I saide,
My Lady lacketh not hereof, Perfection needs not Ayde.
I sawe (nor wonder you I should, who sees you sees as much)
The onely Phœnix, Foule, and Faier, but it and you none such.
But, flying thus about your Blaze your Gnat doth burne his wings,
To my despairing Passion more your praised Beautie brings.
Not Trauell tiers my Loue a whit, but Loue doth tire one me:
Which should I wish, me better, or you baser of degree?
Be still the same you are, let me exile my selfe for euer:
Two diffidenses I conceit will let me hope you neuer:
The first my selfe vnworthy you, the latter, and the least
The Kings Consent: But, well I wot, Loue is a Lordly Feast:
Agnize (so should you) so, and so despayre is part releast.
One comfort is, before you doome is Execution done,
My voluntary Banishment alredy is begon:
Which if you neuer shall repeale shall neuer end, or when
(Ah, can I hope it?) should you, not for vs in England then.
Nor is it but our minds that make our natiue Homes our Graue,
As we to ours, Others to theirs like parciall Fancie haue:
Transmute we but our Mindes, and then all one an Alien is
As if a Natiue: One resolu'd makes euery Country his.
Your Answer that by Pen our speech to this return'd shall be,
Voutsafe it vnto Stafford, for an Other-I is he:
In perfect Friendship no suspect, for two are one in all,
Communitie or doubling ioy, or making griefe more small:
But would you to an Vnitie of hearts twixt vs incline,
Wheare Friendship is angelicall, our Loue should proue diuine.
More write I not, blest may you liue, teares ouertake this Line.
If so I met it, and it is my fortune it to finde:
For if the Heart may, as it might, for Minde be vnderstood,
My Heart is yours, your Ring so mine, Hearts interchang'd were good.
More did I feare than euer in your Ladiship I found,
Disdaineful Lookes from those faire Eyes that me with loue did woūd.
Now speake I Loue, far from those Lookes so forceable to kill,
Howbeit that I loue is not to worke or wish you ill.
Not more than this (though Princes Frownes beare death with them) feard I,
For had you lou'd, the King mislikt, what had I for'st to die?
Wheare I haue beene (were blasphemie from Women to detract)
Great store of Beauties haue I seene, but none, as yours, exact)
Courts also more than stately, with faire Ladies in the same,
Which seemed common Formes to me, remembring but your name.
When in the Holly-land I prayd, euen at the holy Graue,
(Forgiue me God) a sigh for sinne, and three for Loue I gaue.
Against the fearce Arabians I the Soldans Pay did take,
When oft, as Onset, for Saint George Saint Elenor I spake.
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But nothing in the best of them but doth in you excell.
I look't vpon the sterile Lake where Heauen-fir'd Sodom was,
For one, thought I thear such as you not so had come to pas,
Most sweete and soueraigne Balsamum in Indian Fields I saw,
More soueraign sweeter Sents, thought I, my lips frō yours could draw.
Nere AEthiop when the spice-sweete Well of youth I saw, I saide,
My Lady lacketh not hereof, Perfection needs not Ayde.
I sawe (nor wonder you I should, who sees you sees as much)
The onely Phœnix, Foule, and Faier, but it and you none such.
But, flying thus about your Blaze your Gnat doth burne his wings,
To my despairing Passion more your praised Beautie brings.
Not Trauell tiers my Loue a whit, but Loue doth tire one me:
Which should I wish, me better, or you baser of degree?
Be still the same you are, let me exile my selfe for euer:
Two diffidenses I conceit will let me hope you neuer:
The first my selfe vnworthy you, the latter, and the least
The Kings Consent: But, well I wot, Loue is a Lordly Feast:
Agnize (so should you) so, and so despayre is part releast.
One comfort is, before you doome is Execution done,
My voluntary Banishment alredy is begon:
Which if you neuer shall repeale shall neuer end, or when
(Ah, can I hope it?) should you, not for vs in England then.
Nor is it but our minds that make our natiue Homes our Graue,
As we to ours, Others to theirs like parciall Fancie haue:
Transmute we but our Mindes, and then all one an Alien is
As if a Natiue: One resolu'd makes euery Country his.
Your Answer that by Pen our speech to this return'd shall be,
Voutsafe it vnto Stafford, for an Other-I is he:
In perfect Friendship no suspect, for two are one in all,
Communitie or doubling ioy, or making griefe more small:
But would you to an Vnitie of hearts twixt vs incline,
Wheare Friendship is angelicall, our Loue should proue diuine.
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When (Stafford present) Elenor this Letter had perus'de,
She said, as else-where shall ensew: Now is in vs infus'de
Fresh matter of Discoueries. How Chancelor he speade
Is said before: of Russia thus remaineth to be reade.
She said, as else-where shall ensew: Now is in vs infus'de
Fresh matter of Discoueries. How Chancelor he speade
Is said before: of Russia thus remaineth to be reade.
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