The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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28. [Love almost Slaine.]
Will it neuer better be?
Do the heavnelie fates agree
There shall be no helpe for me?
Nor these eyes shall euer see
Fruite of my desirèd tree?
Do the heavnelie fates agree
There shall be no helpe for me?
Nor these eyes shall euer see
Fruite of my desirèd tree?
No, thoughe fortune haue forsworne me
And faire beawtie so do scorne me,
That suche hatefull thoughtes are borne me
As with cruell cares haue torne me;
Yett hath loue not quite forlorne me.
And faire beawtie so do scorne me,
That suche hatefull thoughtes are borne me
As with cruell cares haue torne me;
Yett hath loue not quite forlorne me.
Love? how (lord) am I deceyuèd?
Kindnes all amisse conceiuèd,
Where no comfort is receiuèd
But to plainlie is perceiuèd
Will of witt and reason reavèd.
Kindnes all amisse conceiuèd,
Where no comfort is receiuèd
But to plainlie is perceiuèd
Will of witt and reason reavèd.
But what doth this humor move?
Reason hathe no rule of loue;
Hee doth liue in heavne aboue,
Where he wurkes for their behouve,
That with sorrow pleasure proue.
Reason hathe no rule of loue;
Hee doth liue in heavne aboue,
Where he wurkes for their behouve,
That with sorrow pleasure proue.
Pleasure all to full of paine,
Swete yet be that heavnly vaine,
Wherin doth that hope remaine,
That when love was almost slaine
Made him whole at harte againe,
Swete yet be that heavnly vaine,
Wherin doth that hope remaine,
That when love was almost slaine
Made him whole at harte againe,
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