Festum Uoluptatis, Or the Banquet of Pleasure Fvrnished with Mvch Variety of Speculations, Wittie, Pleasant, and Delightfull. Containing divers choyce Love-Posies, Songs, Sonnets, Odes, Madrigals, Satyrs, Epigrams, Epitaphs and Elegies. For varietie and pleasure the like never before published. By S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pick] |
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To his heart being in thraldome.
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To his heart being in thraldome.
Nay, nay, thou striv'st in vaine my heart,
To mend thy misse,
Thou hast deserv'd to beare this smart,
And worse than this,
That wouldst thy selfe debase,
To serve in such a place.
To mend thy misse,
Thou hast deserv'd to beare this smart,
And worse than this,
That wouldst thy selfe debase,
To serve in such a place.
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Thou thoughtst thy selfe too long at rest,
Such was thy pride,
Needs must thou seeke another brest,
wherein to bide:
Say now what hast thou found?
In fetters thou art bound.
Such was thy pride,
Needs must thou seeke another brest,
wherein to bide:
Say now what hast thou found?
In fetters thou art bound.
What hath thy faithfull service woon,
But high disdaine?
Broke is thy thred thy fancy spun,
Thy labour vaine;
Falne art thou now with paine,
And canst not raise againe.
But high disdaine?
Broke is thy thred thy fancy spun,
Thy labour vaine;
Falne art thou now with paine,
And canst not raise againe.
And canst thou looke for helpe of me
In this distresse?
I must confesse I pitty thee,
And can no lesse,
But beare a while thy paine,
For feare thou fall againe.
In this distresse?
I must confesse I pitty thee,
And can no lesse,
But beare a while thy paine,
For feare thou fall againe.
Learne by thy hurt to shun the fire,
Play not with all?
When climing thoughts high things aspire;
They seeke their fall:
Thou ween'st nought shone but gold,
So wast thou blind and bold.
Play not with all?
When climing thoughts high things aspire;
They seeke their fall:
Thou ween'st nought shone but gold,
So wast thou blind and bold.
Yet lie not still for this disgrace,
But mount againe,
So that thou know the wished place
Be worth thy paine;
Then though thou fall and die,
Yet never feare to flie.
But mount againe,
So that thou know the wished place
Be worth thy paine;
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Yet never feare to flie.
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