The Forrest of Fancy Wherein is conteined very prety Apothegmes, and pleasaunt histories, both in meeter and prose, Songes, Sonets, Epigrams and Epistles, of diuerse matter and in diuerse manner. With sundry other deuices, no lesse pithye then pleasaunt and profytable [by H. C.] |
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Certaine verses written in commendation of the Rose.
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Certaine verses written in commendation of the Rose.
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sundry sortes of men in world there be,
So sundry mindes in them also remayne,
And in one point they sieldome do agree,
That one thinkes good, another thinketh vayne,
That one desyres, another doth and disdayne
And I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose, my nosegay sweete to make.
So sundry mindes in them also remayne,
And in one point they sieldome do agree,
That one thinkes good, another thinketh vayne,
That one desyres, another doth and disdayne
And I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose, my nosegay sweete to make.
The vallyaunt man doth most delight in warre,
The coward craues to liue at home in peace,
Thastronomer to view eche twinckling starre,
The couetous earle his substaunce to increase,
The prisoner pore doth couet most release.
But I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my nosegay sweete to make.
The coward craues to liue at home in peace,
Thastronomer to view eche twinckling starre,
The couetous earle his substaunce to increase,
But I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my nosegay sweete to make.
The husbandman full barnes desyre to haue,
The Faulkener doth in Faulcon most delight,
The Hunter he good houndes doth chiefely craue,
The mighty man reioiceth in his might,
The amorous Dame to shew her bewty bright,
But I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
The Faulkener doth in Faulcon most delight,
The Hunter he good houndes doth chiefely craue,
The mighty man reioiceth in his might,
The amorous Dame to shew her bewty bright,
But I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
The pretty pounce for collour I commend,
Though in the same no sweetenesse restes at all.
From Basill doth a sauour sweete assend,
Yet doth the same the sences sore appall.
The appetite is marred much withall.
Therefore doe I, in Flowers that pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
Though in the same no sweetenesse restes at all.
From Basill doth a sauour sweete assend,
Yet doth the same the sences sore appall.
The appetite is marred much withall.
Therefore doe I, in Flowers that pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
Distild it makes a water wondrous sweete,
Of vertue great, and good for many thinges,
The oyle thereof, full many thinke more meete,
Because much ease to them it often bringes,
The Flower is worne of Ladyes Lordes and Kinges,
And I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
Of vertue great, and good for many thinges,
The oyle thereof, full many thinke more meete,
Because much ease to them it often bringes,
The Flower is worne of Ladyes Lordes and Kinges,
And I that doe in Flowers great pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my Nosegay sweete to make.
From point to point, to praise this pleasaunt Flower
And yeeld it that it doth deserue by right,
For learnings lacke it lyes not in my power,
Therefore to them that better can indighte,
I leaue the same to put in perfect plight,
But still I will in Flowers that pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my nosegay sweete to make.
And yeeld it that it doth deserue by right,
For learnings lacke it lyes not in my power,
Therefore to them that better can indighte,
I leaue the same to put in perfect plight,
But still I will in Flowers that pleasure take,
Desyre the Rose my nosegay sweete to make.
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