A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter] |
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The Louer describeth his paynfull plight, and
requireth speedy redresse, or present death.
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The Louer describeth his paynfull plight, and requireth speedy redresse, or present death.
The slaue of seruile sort, that borne is bond by kinde,Doth not remayne in hope, wt such vnquiet minde:
Ne tossed crasid Ship, with yrksome surging seas,
So greedely the quiet Port, doth thirst to ride at ease.
As I thy short returne, with wishing vowes require,
In hope that of my hatefull harmes, the date will then expire:
But time with stealing steps, and driery dayes doth driue,
And thou remaynst then bound to come, if that thou bee aliue.
When yt with flattering pen thou wrotst, thy help at hand behold?
Beleeue it to bee true, I come without delay,
A foole and silly simple soule, yet doost thou still betray:
Whose mooueles loue and trust, doth reason far surmount,
Whom Cupids trumpe, to fatall death hath sommond to accompt
My fayth and former life: fed with such frendly fier,
Haue not of thee by iust reward, deserued such falts hyer:
I promisse thee not mine, but thy case I bewayle,
What infamy may greater bee, then of thy fayth to fayle?
How ofte with humble sute? haue I besought the sonne,
That hee would spur his Coursers fearce, their race more swifte to ronne?
To th' end with quicker speed, might come the promised day,
The day which I with louing lookes, and weary will did pray.
But thou art sure disposde to glory in my death,
Wherfore to feede thy fancy fond, loe, here I ende my breath.
I can not sighe nor sob, away by playnt I pine:
I see my fatall fainting file, ye Sisters doo vntwine,
The Feriman I finde, prest at the Riuer side:
To take mee in his restles Boate, therin with him to ride.
And yet although I sterue, through thy dispitous fault:
Yet craue I not in my reuenge, that harme should thee assault,
But rather that thy fame, eternally may shine:
And that eche to thine auayle, aboundantly encline.
That eche thine enterprise, hath luckye lot and chaunce,
And stable fortune, thine estate, from day to day aduaunce,
That Sun, that Moone, that starres, and eke the plannets all,
The fier, the water, and the earth, may freendly to thee fal.
That many quiet yeres, thou number may with rest:
Uoyd of all annoyes and greeues, as may content thee best,
And if that foraine loue, torment and vexe thy harte:
God yeeld thy weary wanting wish, and swagement of thy smart.
With froward flearing face, at mee if Fortune frowne,
Thou doost reioyce and I not so, but ioy thy good renowne:
And if I thee offend, for that I doo thee loue,
Forgiue it mee: for force it is, I can it not remoue.
My weakned wearied hand hensforth, shall sease for to endyte:
That letters to receiue from mee, thou neede not muse:
The messenger that next of all, of mee shal bring the newes.
Dissolued from the corps, shalbe my dolefull spright:
That first (vnsheathd) shal passe to thee, when hee hath vewd thy sight,
Contented hee shall go vnto the heauens aboue,
In case that ioyed rested place, may gayne it any loue.
And now for that my death, thy name may spot and stayne:
If that the flying fame therof, to others eares attayne,
I will not it were red, or knowen by other wayes:
That thou art only cause, I thus in ruthe doo ende my dayes.
Wherfore this Letter red, condemne it to the flame:
And if thou doo thy honnor forse, I know thou wilt the same,
And if in lingring time, vnwares they chaunce to come:
Wherin the entrayles of the earth, shall hap to bee my tombe.
At least yet graunt mee this, it is a small request:
O happy wythered pyned corps, God send thy soule good rest.
FINIS.
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