The Blazon of Iealovsie A Subiect not written of by any heretofore. First written in Italian, by that learned Gentleman Benedetto Varchi ... And Translated into English, with speciall Notes vpon the same; by R. T. [i.e. Robert Tofte] |
[There's no vnkindnesse like Loue wrong'd] |
The Blazon of Iealovsie | ||
[There's no vnkindnesse like Loue wrong'd]
There's no vnkindnesse like Loue wrong'd,Such things most bitter are to mee,
Let me mine owne throate cut; yet I
A kinde Foe to my selfe shall be:
With what face can I see strange Armes
My Wench for to imbrace and twine,
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Who (but euen now) was called Mine?
Sure all things change and Louers mindes
Doe change, and (changing) proue.
Winne thou in Loue, or doe thou loose,
So turnes the wheele of Loue.
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