Loves martyr or, Rosalins complaint. Allegorically shadowing the truth of Loue, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now first translated out of the uenerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by Robert Chester. With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the last of the nine Worthies, being the first Essay of a new British Poet: collected out of diuerse Authenticall Records. To these are added some new compositions, of seuerall moderne Writers whose names are subscribed to their seuerall workes, upon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle |
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7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
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7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face,
Then haue of any other grace.
I being forc'd to carrie Venus shield,
Had rather beare a Phœnix for my crest,
Rather then any bird within the field,
Loue tels me that her beautie is the best:
Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue,
In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue.
Had rather beare a Phœnix for my crest,
Rather then any bird within the field,
Loue tels me that her beautie is the best:
Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue,
In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue.
Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie,
That will not cause my bird that is so rare,
Face all the world for her rarietie,
Then who with her for honor may compare?
Haue we onelike her for her pride of beautie,
Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?
Any but vnto her do owe their dutie:
Other may blaze, but I will alwaies say,
Grace whom thou list, she beares the palme away,
That will not cause my bird that is so rare,
Face all the world for her rarietie,
Then who with her for honor may compare?
Haue we onelike her for her pride of beautie,
Of all the feathered Quier in the aire?
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Other may blaze, but I will alwaies say,
Grace whom thou list, she beares the palme away,
Loves martyr | ||