The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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Complainyng to his frende, he replieth wittely.
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Complainyng to his frende, he replieth wittely.
A.The fire shall freese, the frost shall frie the frozen mountains hie,
B.
What strāge thinges shall dame nature force, to turne her course awrie.
A.
My Ladie hath me left and taken a newe man,
B.
This is not straunge, it happes oft tymes the truthe to scan.
A.
The more is my paine,
B.
her love then refraine,
A.
Who thought she would flitt,
B.
eche one that hath witt,
A.
Is not this straunge,
B.
light loue will chaunge.
A.
By skilfull meanes I her reclaime, to stope unto my luer,
B.
Suche hagard haukes will sore awaie, of them who can be suer?
A.
With siluer bells and hoode, my ioye was her to decke,
B.
She was full gorgd, she woulde the soner giue the checke,
A.
The more is my paine,
B.
her loue then refraine,
A.
Who thought she would flitt,
B.
eche one that hath witt,
A.
Is not this straunge,
B.
light loue will chaunge.
A.
Her chirping lippes would chirp to me, swete wordes of her desire.
B.
Suche chirping birdes who euer sawe, to preach still on one brire?
A.
She saied she loued me beste, and would doe till she die,
B.
She saied in wordes, she thought it not as tyme doth trie.
A.
The more is my paine,
B.
her loue then refraine,
A.
Who thought she would flitt,
B.
eche one that hath witt.
A.
Is not this straunge,
B.
light loue will chaunge.
A.
Can no man winne a woman so, to make her loue endure?
B.
To make the Foxe his wiles to leaue what man will put in ure?
A.
Why then there is no choice, but all women will chaunge,
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As men doe use so some women doe loue to raunge.
A.
The more is my paine,
B.
her loue then refraine,
A.
Who thought she would flitt,
B.
eche one that hath witt:
A.
Is not this straunge,
B.
light loue will chaunge.
A.
Sithe slipper gaine falles to my lot, farwell that glidyng praie.
B.
Sithe that the dice doeth runne awrie, betimes leaue of thy plaie.
A.
I will no more lament, the thyng I maie not haue,
B.
Then by exchaunge the losse to come, all shalt thou saue.
A.
Loue will I refraine,
B.
thereby thou shalt gaine:
A.
With losse I will leaue,
B.
she will thee deceiue,
A.
That is not straunge,
B.
then let her raunge.
M. Edwards.
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