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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 | The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton |  |
A Letter sent by a Gentlewoman, in verse, to her Husband, being ouer sea.
What greater greefe, than leese a cheefest ioy?
Then why liue I, that lacke my cheefe delight?
My friend I meane, for whom thus, in annoy,
In weary wise, I passe both day and night:
For loe, a friend, in deepest of distresse,
To friend dooth yeeld of euery greefe redresse.
Then why liue I, that lacke my cheefe delight?
My friend I meane, for whom thus, in annoy,
In weary wise, I passe both day and night:
For loe, a friend, in deepest of distresse,
To friend dooth yeeld of euery greefe redresse.
His company dooth often driue away
Such dolefull thoughts as mought torment the minde
With friend, a friend to passe ech dolefull daye,
Of comfort great, may many causes finde:
A freend, sometime, but with his only sight
His dolefull friend dooth many times delight.
Such dolefull thoughts as mought torment the minde
With friend, a friend to passe ech dolefull daye,
Of comfort great, may many causes finde:
A freend, sometime, but with his only sight
His dolefull friend dooth many times delight.
No greater ease is to some heauy heart,
Yea, when it is with greatest greefes opprest:
Then trusty friendes, to whom for to imparte
Such cause of greefe, as breedes it such vnrest:
For ofte, by telling of a dolefull tale,
The tongue dooth ease the brest of mickle bale.
Yea, when it is with greatest greefes opprest:
Then trusty friendes, to whom for to imparte
Such cause of greefe, as breedes it such vnrest:
For ofte, by telling of a dolefull tale,
The tongue dooth ease the brest of mickle bale.
If heart be glad, what myrth can then be more,
Then when true friends doo meete with merry cheare?
The greefe forgotte of absence theirs before,
By presence had, doo soddaine ioyes appeare.
What shall I saye? as I begone I end,
No ioye to loue, no greefe to losse of friend.
Then when true friends doo meete with merry cheare?
The greefe forgotte of absence theirs before,
By presence had, doo soddaine ioyes appeare.
What shall I saye? as I begone I end,
No ioye to loue, no greefe to losse of friend.
Then, my sweete friend, in this my deepe distresse,
Let me inioy thy company againe:
For thou alone must purchase my redresse,
And ease my heart, that thus doth pine in paine.
Thou art the friend, that euen but with thy sight
Mayest me, poore soule, thy dolefull friend, delight.
Let me inioy thy company againe:
For thou alone must purchase my redresse,
And ease my heart, that thus doth pine in paine.
Thou art the friend, that euen but with thy sight
Mayest me, poore soule, thy dolefull friend, delight.
What now can ease my pyning pensiue heart,
Thus day and night, with torments sore opprest:
Then vnto thee, my friend, for to imparte
Such cause of greefe, as breedes me such vnrest?
For ofte, by telling of this dolefull tale,
My tongue will ease my brest of mickle bale.
Thus day and night, with torments sore opprest:
Then vnto thee, my friend, for to imparte
Such cause of greefe, as breedes me such vnrest?
For ofte, by telling of this dolefull tale,
My tongue will ease my brest of mickle bale.
If thou werte heere, my heart that now is sadde,
To thinke on thee, whose absence breedes my wo,
With thoughts on thee would soone become so glad,
As should forget those greefes that gripes me so:
And, as before, so now againe I ende,
I feare to die, for want of thee my friend.
To thinke on thee, whose absence breedes my wo,
With thoughts on thee would soone become so glad,
As should forget those greefes that gripes me so:
And, as before, so now againe I ende,
I feare to die, for want of thee my friend.
Thou art my friend, chiefe freend, and onely Feare,
My Jemme of ioy, my Jewell of delight:
God onely knowes, for thy sweete sake, my deare,
How I in dole doo passe ech day and night.
Come, therefore, come: with speede come home againe,
To comfort her, that thus dooth pine in paine.
My Jemme of ioy, my Jewell of delight:
God onely knowes, for thy sweete sake, my deare,
How I in dole doo passe ech day and night.
Come, therefore, come: with speede come home againe,
To comfort her, that thus dooth pine in paine.
Thy louing Wife, and faithfull friend,
And so will bide, till life doo end.
And so will bide, till life doo end.
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