The Blazon of Iealovsie A Subiect not written of by any heretofore. First written in Italian, by that learned Gentleman Benedetto Varchi ... And Translated into English, with speciall Notes vpon the same; by R. T. [i.e. Robert Tofte] |
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[My loueliest Flame, more beauteous then the best] |
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[My loueliest Flame, more beauteous then the best]
My loueliest Flame, more beauteous then the best,Who had the heauens (her country) so much at command
Is thither gone; where, with the blessed, she doth rest,
And (as a glorious star) by Venus (there) doth stand,
Now I beginne to wake, & (by Her) I doe finde,
That (for my Good) she crost me in my prime Desire,
And with a sweet disdaine (for my deserts) too kinde,
She temper did my more than hot and raging Fire.
I humbly thanke her, and thanke her Discretion sage,
Who with such mildnes cool'd my hasty youthfull Heate,
Whilst I giuen o'er through fancy fond to raue and rage,
My Mind (thus yong) about my soules health I did beat.
O dainty Arts, and rare Effects, fit for the same:
The one, my Verse, her matchles face, the other, wrought.
She vertuous seedes did sow in me, I rais'd her Fame:
Her sacred selfe, my witty Braine, to passe this brought.
Thrice happy I, if that so rare a Muse
Had liued (still) Grace in me to infuse.
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