The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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May nothing purchase grace my ioyes to renewe?
Shall pitty take no place? then pleasure adewe.
G
Tis folly I tell thee you lull in your lappe,
It grieues me (beleeue me) that such was your happe.
F
My bale then delightes me,
G
Curse Cupid that strucke thee,
To like for no gayne.
F
That will not suffice me,
G
That loue should so tyce thee,
The greater thy payne.
F
I finde it:
G
Untwyne it:
F
A lasse I can not,
So Vulcanes nettes twyne me, that not a denay
Can force me to leaue thee, though twere my decay.
G
My fancie biddes auaunte,
You spende your winde in vayne.
F
Though thus you seeme to taunt,
I hope your harte to gayne.
May nothing purchase grace my ioyes to renewe?
Shall pitty take no place? then pleasure adewe.
G
Tis folly I tell thee you lull in your lappe,
It grieues me (beleeue me) that such was your happe.
F
My bale then delightes me,
Curse Cupid that strucke thee,
To like for no gayne.
F
That will not suffice me,
G
That loue should so tyce thee,
The greater thy payne.
F
I finde it:
G
Untwyne it:
F
A lasse I can not,
So Vulcanes nettes twyne me, that not a denay
Can force me to leaue thee, though twere my decay.
G
My fancie biddes auaunte,
You spende your winde in vayne.
F
Though thus you seeme to taunt,
I hope your harte to gayne.
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