[A sweet Nosgay, Or pleasant Posye contayning a hundred and ten Phylosophicall Flowers] [by Isabella Whitney] |
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To my Friend Master T. L. whose good nature: I see abusde. |
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To my Friend Master T. L. whose good nature: I see abusde.
Dyd not Dame Seres tell to you?nor fame vnto you shew?
What sturdi {st}orms haue bin abrod
and who hath playd the shrew.
had helped with your crop:
Or els ye fame iil you had knowne,
her trump would neuer stop.
But sith I se their silentnesse,
I cease the same to write:
Least I therfore might be condemd
to do it for a spite.
But this I wish that you my frind
go chuse some vertues wife:
With whō in feare of God do spend,
the residue of your lyfe?
For whylst you are in single state
none hath that right regard:
They think all wel ye they can win,
and compt it their reward.
With sorow I to oft haue seene.
when some wold fleece you much
And oft in writting wolde I say
good friend beware of such.
But all my wordes they weare as wind
my labour yll was spent:
And in the end for my good wil,
most cruelly was shent.
good wyll shall neuer cease:
Nor hād, nor tōg, shal so be charmd
to make me holde my peace.
Wherfore I warne you once againe
be warie of your selfe:
For some haue sworne to lyke you well
so long as you haue pelfe,
Yf warnings styll you do reiect,
to late your selfe shal rew:
Do as you lyst, I wish you well,
and so I say ade we.
Your welwiller. Is. VV.
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