 | Poems (1872) |  |
I. LOYAL APPEAL IN COURTESY.
Muses no more but Mazes be yor names
Where discord Sound shall marre yor concorde sweete:
vnkyndly now yor carefull fancye frames
when Fortune treades yor fauours vnder feete:
But foule befalle that cursed Cuckoes throt
That soe hath crost sweet Philomelaes note.
Where discord Sound shall marre yor concorde sweete:
vnkyndly now yor carefull fancye frames
when Fortune treades yor fauours vnder feete:
But foule befalle that cursed Cuckoes throt
That soe hath crost sweet Philomelaes note.
And all vnhappie hatchèd was that bird
That parret-like can neuer cease to prate:
But most vntymely spoken was that word
That brought the world in such a woefull state,
That Loue and Likeing quite are ouerthrowne
And in their place are hate and sorrowes growne.
That parret-like can neuer cease to prate:
But most vntymely spoken was that word
That brought the world in such a woefull state,
That Loue and Likeing quite are ouerthrowne
And in their place are hate and sorrowes growne.
Is this the honoure of a haughtie thought
Ffor Louer's hap to haue all spight of Loue?
Hath wreached skill thus blinded Reason taught?
In this conceipt such discontent to mooue?
That Beautee so is of her selfe berefte
That no good hope of ought good hap, is lefte.
Ffor Louer's hap to haue all spight of Loue?
Hath wreached skill thus blinded Reason taught?
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That Beautee so is of her selfe berefte
That no good hope of ought good hap, is lefte.
Oh let no Phœnix looke vpon a Crowe
Nor daintye hills bow downe to dirtye dales:
Let neuer Heauen an hellish humour knowe,
Nor firme affect giue eare to foolish tales:
Ffor this in fyne will fall to be the troth
That pudle matter makes vnholsome broth.
Nor daintye hills bow downe to dirtye dales:
Let neuer Heauen an hellish humour knowe,
Nor firme affect giue eare to foolish tales:
Ffor this in fyne will fall to be the troth
That pudle matter makes vnholsome broth.
Woe to the world the sonne is in a cloude
And darksome mists doth ouerrunne the day
In hope, Conceipte is not content allow'd,
Fauour must dye & Fancye weare awaye:
Oh Heauens what Hell! The bands of Loue are broken
Nor must a thought of such a thing be spoken.
And darksome mists doth ouerrunne the day
In hope, Conceipte is not content allow'd,
Fauour must dye & Fancye weare awaye:
Oh Heauens what Hell! The bands of Loue are broken
Nor must a thought of such a thing be spoken.
Mars must become a coward in his mynde
Whiles Vulcan standes to prate of Venus toyes:
Beautie must seeme to go against her kinde
In crossing Nature in her sweetest ioyes.
But ah no more, it is to much to thinke
So pure a mouth should puddle-watters drinke!
Whiles Vulcan standes to prate of Venus toyes:
Beautie must seeme to go against her kinde
In crossing Nature in her sweetest ioyes.
But ah no more, it is to much to thinke
So pure a mouth should puddle-watters drinke!
But since the world is at this woefull passe
Let Loue's submission Honour's wrath apease:
Let not an Horse be matchèd with an Asse
Nor hatefull tongue an happie hart disease:
So shall the world commend a sweet conceipt,
And humble Fayth on heauenly honour waite.
Let Loue's submission Honour's wrath apease:
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Nor hatefull tongue an happie hart disease:
So shall the world commend a sweet conceipt,
And humble Fayth on heauenly honour waite.
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