 | Sinetes (1597) |  |
PASSION. XXII.
[Betrayed thus with lust of luring sight]
Betrayed thus with lust of luring sight,
The flower is cropt which now I may not change,
The garden's free to view what might delight.
But passed choice restraines my minde to range:
So that beholding still what I desire:
It fuell yeilds vnto the kindled fier.
The flower is cropt which now I may not change,
The garden's free to view what might delight.
But passed choice restraines my minde to range:
So that beholding still what I desire:
It fuell yeilds vnto the kindled fier.
The memorie of what I might obtaine.
If I were free, extenuates my ioy,
This is the roote of mine endured paine,
Though this be great, yet not my chiefe annoy,
With dayly showers, new weedes spring, and increase,
Which fruite out-growes, and future hope decrease.
If I were free, extenuates my ioy,
This is the roote of mine endured paine,
Though this be great, yet not my chiefe annoy,
With dayly showers, new weedes spring, and increase,
Which fruite out-growes, and future hope decrease.
Enuying fortune thrise be thou accurst,
Who not content to make me what I am,
Amongst the meane to be accounted worst,
That from one bad, vnto a worser came,
And heaped coales a new vpon my head,
To bring me home vnto my loathed bed.
Who not content to make me what I am,
Amongst the meane to be accounted worst,
That from one bad, vnto a worser came,
And heaped coales a new vpon my head,
To bring me home vnto my loathed bed.
Bed of disgrace, when stealing time gaue light,
Discouering the messages of fame,
Which witnes bare how deere I bought delight,
That for good will enioyed nought but blame:
And payde therefore eu'n at the deerest rate,
For had I wist doth alwaies come to late.
Discouering the messages of fame,
Which witnes bare how deere I bought delight,
That for good will enioyed nought but blame:
And payde therefore eu'n at the deerest rate,
For had I wist doth alwaies come to late.
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