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Poesie. XI. An almon for a Parrat.
Disdainfull dames that mountaines moue in thought,
And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule,
Who past compare ech one doe set at naught,
With spuemish scorn's that nowe in rethorick roule:
Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine,
I scorne to beare the scornes of finest braine.
And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule,
Who past compare ech one doe set at naught,
With spuemish scorn's that nowe in rethorick roule:
Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine,
I scorne to beare the scornes of finest braine.
Gestures, nor lookes of simpring coy conceyts,
Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks:
Then Sirens cease to trap with your deceyts,
Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks:
For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide,
And change of time, may change in time your pride.
Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks:
Then Sirens cease to trap with your deceyts,
Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks:
For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide,
And change of time, may change in time your pride.
Leaue to conuerse if needes you must inuay,
Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent,
And soare on still, the larke is fled awaye,
Some one in time will pay what you haue lent,
Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede,
When goshaukes misse on hoped pray to speede.
Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent,
And soare on still, the larke is fled awaye,
Some one in time will pay what you haue lent,
Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede,
When goshaukes misse on hoped pray to speede.
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