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| CLAVDIVS ROSELETTVS. |
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CLAVDIVS ROSELETTVS.
A Lute of fir tree.
In Forrest when I livd,I had no sound nor voyce:
But made a Lute (with siluer sound)
mens hartes I do reioyce.
Against womens lightnes.
The Plume, the Pumice stone, the ayre,in lightnes doe surpasse:
The Plume, the Pumice stone, the ayre,
in lightnes women passe.
To Syluius, a louely lad but lewdly liued.
In all thy body bewty shines,thy forhed shineth fair:
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thy glisteryng golden hayre.
But Syluius (as a stinkyng sinke)
thy brest is foule within:
Thy mynd is spotted, spatted, spilt,
thy soule is soyld with sinne.
Ah painted Toomb stuft full of stink:
more lothsum nought we finde
Than he that faire hath all thinges, saue
his manners and his mynd.
The Back.
She skirryng flittereth as a byrd,and as a beast she goth
Fourfooted, and yet nether she
is counted of them both.
She feedes & breedes her yong with milke,
she layes ne hatches eggs:
Blacke lether wings, and teeth she hath,
twoo lipps, and also leggs.
To a towardly yong man.
Although the roote of Vertue seemebitter to thee in taste,
Yet doe not spit it out, the frute
shall pleasant be at last.
To a certaine Barber.
If but to shaue my beard (alone)I Peter sent for thee:
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why hast thou shauen mee?
Against a Churle or thankles person.
A Cuntry wight with pitty prickt,(as writers earst haue told)
Tooke vp a Snake rakt vp in snow,
quight curld almost with cold.
And plast hym in his bosom warme:
againe to life once brought,
He strikes and stings the man to death,
that for hym so had wrought.
Unthankfull as thou art, euen so
thy frend thou dost requite:
Thou givst hym for a Pearch receavd,
a Scorpion that doth bite.
To a Theef.
Thy feete are slow, thy speach is slow,thy mynd and all is slow:
But sure thy hands to filche and steal.
they be not slow I knowe.
When as thy filchyng fingers false,
to pick thou doth prepare:
Remember still what punishments
for theeues ordayned are.
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An Epitaphe, of an excellent Shipmaster, or Pilote.
Neptune on Sea, gaue luck to thee:Mars made thee strong on land to be.
Now ioye thou hast (with Ioue on hye)
aboue the glisteryng golden skye.
Great once wast thou on sea and land,
now great in heuen where starres do stand.
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