The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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Being in loue he complaineth.
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Being in loue he complaineth.
My haute desyre, to hye that seeketh rest,
My feare to find, where hope my help should give,
My sighes and plaintes sent from unquiet brest,
The hardned hart that will not truth beleeve,
Bids me dispayre, and Reason saith to me,
Forsake for shame, the sute that shameth thee.
My feare to find, where hope my help should give,
My sighes and plaintes sent from unquiet brest,
The hardned hart that will not truth beleeve,
Bids me dispayre, and Reason saith to me,
Forsake for shame, the sute that shameth thee.
But when mine eyes behold the alluring cayes,
Which only me to Cupids spoyle have trainde,
Desyre anew doth worke his wonted wayes,
Thus shall I freeze, and yet I frye in payne.
O quenchlesse fyre to quayle and quick agayn.
Which only me to Cupids spoyle have trainde,
Desyre anew doth worke his wonted wayes,
Thus shall I freeze, and yet I frye in payne.
O quenchlesse fyre to quayle and quick agayn.
Such is the flame, where burning love doth last,
As hye ne low can beare with Reasons bitte,
And such is love, wherein is setled fast,
That naught but death can ease his fervent fitte,
Then cannot I, nor love will me forsake,
Sweete is the death, that faithfull love doth make.
As hye ne low can beare with Reasons bitte,
And such is love, wherein is setled fast,
That naught but death can ease his fervent fitte,
Then cannot I, nor love will me forsake,
Sweete is the death, that faithfull love doth make.
Finis.
M. Edwardes.
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