The Whole Works of William Browne of Tavistock ... Now first collected and edited, with a memoir of the poet, and notes, by W. Carew Hazlitt, of the Inner Temple |
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Looke as a Maiden sitting in the shade
Of some close Arbour by the Wood-binde made,
With-drawne alone where vndiscride she may
By her most curious Needle giue assay
Vnto some Purse (if so her fancy moue)
Or other token for her truest Loue,
Varietie of silke about her pap,
Or in a box she takes vpon her lap,
Whose pleasing colours wooing her quicke eye,
Now this she thinkes the ground would beautifie,
And that, to flourish with, she deemeth best;
When spying others, she is straight possest
Those fittest are; yet from that choice doth fall
And she resolues at last to vse them all:
So Walla, which to gather long time stood,
Whether those of the field, or of the wood;
Or those that 'mong the springs and marish lay;
But then the blossomes which inrich'd each spray
Allur'd her looke; whose many coloured graces
Did in her Garland challenge no meane places:
And therefore she (not to be poore in plenty)
From Meadows, springs, woods, spraies, culs some one dainty,
Which in a scarfe she put, and onwards set
To finde a place to dresse her Coronet.
Of some close Arbour by the Wood-binde made,
With-drawne alone where vndiscride she may
By her most curious Needle giue assay
Vnto some Purse (if so her fancy moue)
Or other token for her truest Loue,
Varietie of silke about her pap,
Or in a box she takes vpon her lap,
Whose pleasing colours wooing her quicke eye,
Now this she thinkes the ground would beautifie,
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When spying others, she is straight possest
Those fittest are; yet from that choice doth fall
And she resolues at last to vse them all:
So Walla, which to gather long time stood,
Whether those of the field, or of the wood;
Or those that 'mong the springs and marish lay;
But then the blossomes which inrich'd each spray
Allur'd her looke; whose many coloured graces
Did in her Garland challenge no meane places:
And therefore she (not to be poore in plenty)
From Meadows, springs, woods, spraies, culs some one dainty,
Which in a scarfe she put, and onwards set
To finde a place to dresse her Coronet.
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