 | John Harington of Stepney |  |
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[Unto my songe geve eare that wyll]
Unto my songe geve eare that wyll
and deeme my doinges as you please
for I shall tell yf you be still
what trade I toke to lyve in ease
and how those wayes that I wayd best
in fyne did fayle to myne unrest
and deeme my doinges as you please
for I shall tell yf you be still
what trade I toke to lyve in ease
and how those wayes that I wayd best
in fyne did fayle to myne unrest
The dayes were once and very late
my hart and I might leape at lardge
and was not shutt within the gate
of loves desyre nor toke no chardge
of any thing that did pertayne
as toching love in any payne
my hart and I might leape at lardge
and was not shutt within the gate
of loves desyre nor toke no chardge
of any thing that did pertayne
as toching love in any payne
My thought was free my hart was light
I toke no care who wept who laught
I playd by day I slept by night
I reckt no whit who lost who sought
From all suche thinges my hart was free
and I my self at lybertye
I toke no care who wept who laught
I playd by day I slept by night
I reckt no whit who lost who sought
From all suche thinges my hart was free
and I my self at lybertye
I tooke no heede of tauntes nor toyes
as lyefe to see them frowne as smyle
their woes I mockt I skorn'd their joyes
I fownd their frawds and every wyle
and to my self oft tymes I smyl'de
to see how love had them begylde
as lyefe to see them frowne as smyle
their woes I mockt I skorn'd their joyes
I fownd their frawds and every wyle
and to my self oft tymes I smyl'de
to see how love had them begylde
Thus in the nett of my conceyt
I masked fourthe amonge the sort
of suche as fedd uppon the bayte
that Cupyde layd for his disporte
and ever as I saw them caught
I them beheld and there at laught
I masked fourthe amonge the sort
of suche as fedd uppon the bayte
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and ever as I saw them caught
I them beheld and there at laught
Tyll at the last when Cupyd spyde
my skornfull will and spitefull use
and saw I past not who was tyede
so that my self myght lyve still loose
he sett hym self to lye in wayte
and in my way he cast a bayte
my skornfull will and spitefull use
and saw I past not who was tyede
so that my self myght lyve still loose
he sett hym self to lye in wayte
and in my way he cast a bayte
Suche one as never nature made
I dare well say but she alone
suche one she was that wolde envade
an hart more hard than marble stone
suche one she is I know it right
nature her made to shew her might
I dare well say but she alone
suche one she was that wolde envade
an hart more hard than marble stone
suche one she is I know it right
nature her made to shew her might
Than as a man all in a Maze
Whan use of reason is a way
So I began to stare and gaze
and sodenly without delay
or that I had the wytt to looke
I swallowid upp both bayte and hooke
Whan use of reason is a way
So I began to stare and gaze
and sodenly without delay
or that I had the wytt to looke
I swallowid upp both bayte and hooke
Whiche dayly greevythe more and more
by sondry kyndes of carefull woo
and none a lyve may heale the sore
save she alone that hurt me so
in whome my health doth now concyst
to heale or hurt even as she lyst
by sondry kyndes of carefull woo
and none a lyve may heale the sore
save she alone that hurt me so
in whome my health doth now concyst
to heale or hurt even as she lyst
Wherefore synce now that I am caught
and fest so fast I can not flee
be you by myne example taught
Whiche in your fancyes fynd you free
dispyse them not that lovers are
Least you lack powre to flye the snare
and fest so fast I can not flee
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Whiche in your fancyes fynd you free
dispyse them not that lovers are
Least you lack powre to flye the snare
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