 | John Harington of Stepney |  |
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[Amanza myne with heedefull eye beholde]
Amanza myne with heedefull eye beholde
the lyngring woe that restles care hath bredd
in frende more worthe, then myne of Indian goolde
of whose lifes joye th'arte chief and onlye hedd
no youthfull pange bereaveth me of rest
but inwarde care that wakes still in my brest
the lyngring woe that restles care hath bredd
in frende more worthe, then myne of Indian goolde
of whose lifes joye th'arte chief and onlye hedd
no youthfull pange bereaveth me of rest
but inwarde care that wakes still in my brest
And yf you aske what cause dothe care procure
I answeare thus, the want of my delight
without the whiche my life may not endure
and lyke the whiche on earthe theare lives no wight
For vertue, grace, cleare fame and excellent witt
the chiefest ells in meaner seate may sytt
I answeare thus, the want of my delight
without the whiche my life may not endure
and lyke the whiche on earthe theare lives no wight
For vertue, grace, cleare fame and excellent witt
the chiefest ells in meaner seate may sytt
A pleasaunt cheere, a tongue more wyse then bolde
a constant hart, a secreat brest moste rare
good, Courtesse, fayre, and gladsome to beholde
the want hearof is cause of all my care
and this dothe moche encrease my care the more
I see it spoylde wheare care is none thearfore
a constant hart, a secreat brest moste rare
good, Courtesse, fayre, and gladsome to beholde
the want hearof is cause of all my care
and this dothe moche encrease my care the more
I see it spoylde wheare care is none thearfore
For ficklenes hath faithfulnes faste lockte
uncertaynes assurednes hath tyde
and patientnes with passionatnes is yock'te
and Sobernes with Sollennes dothe byde
eake waywardnes hath worthynes at call
and noblenes to noysommes is thrall
uncertaynes assurednes hath tyde
and patientnes with passionatnes is yock'te
and Sobernes with Sollennes dothe byde
eake waywardnes hath worthynes at call
and noblenes to noysommes is thrall
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Thus cladd in care I seeke, I sue, I serve
I lyke, I love, I honour and obaye
I waite, I watche, how grace best to deserve
A parte I playne, in presence ofte I praye
but aye the neere I covett to the cooste
the farther of, the thing I covett moste
I lyke, I love, I honour and obaye
I waite, I watche, how grace best to deserve
A parte I playne, in presence ofte I praye
but aye the neere I covett to the cooste
the farther of, the thing I covett moste
For whan my shyppe with faire and prosperous wynd
Her course had ronne in hope and happie plight
And all good signes that skill from skyes might fynd
Assured porte with joye and great delight
Amydds the Haven a tempest suche theare fell
as is to moche for anye tongue to tell
Her course had ronne in hope and happie plight
And all good signes that skill from skyes might fynd
Assured porte with joye and great delight
Amydds the Haven a tempest suche theare fell
as is to moche for anye tongue to tell
And hope and feare tormentors of mans mynde
at mortall warr sence in my brest are mett
Feare dothe encrease with everye blast of wynd
and in this Sawe Hopes strengthe is chieflye sett
no rage of storme so sore did ever blow
but after cleard and greater calme did show
at mortall warr sence in my brest are mett
Feare dothe encrease with everye blast of wynd
and in this Sawe Hopes strengthe is chieflye sett
no rage of storme so sore did ever blow
but after cleard and greater calme did show
But yf greate faithe, moche truthe and moste good will
With suche respectes as dothe all others passe
or yf true doome of Justice joynde with skill
or lawe of landes or nature maye take place
Hope maye be bolde his right to plead with all
in heaven or earthe, give sentence who so shall
With suche respectes as dothe all others passe
or yf true doome of Justice joynde with skill
or lawe of landes or nature maye take place
Hope maye be bolde his right to plead with all
in heaven or earthe, give sentence who so shall
| John Harington of Stepney | |