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The plays & poems of Robert Greene

Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins

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LIII FROM NEVER TOO LATE.
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LIII
FROM NEVER TOO LATE.

An Ode.

Downe the valley gan he tracke,
Bagge and bottle at his backe,
In a surcoate all of gray,
Such weare Palmers on the way,
When with scrip and staffe they see
Iesus graue on Caluarie,
A hat of straw like a swaine,
Shealter for the sonne and raine,
With a Scollop shell before:
Sandalls on his feete he wore,
Legs were bare, armes vnclad,
Such attire this Palmer had,
His face faire like Titans shine,
Gray and buxsome were his eyne,
Whereout dropt pearles of sorrow:
Such sweete teares Loue doth borrow,
When in outward deawes he plaines,
Harts distresse that Louers paines:
Rubie lips, cherrie cheekes,
Such rare mixture Venus seekes,
When to keepe hir damsels quiet
Beautie sets them downe their diet.
Adon' was not thought more faire.
Curled lockes of amber haire:
Lockes where Loue did sit and twine
Nets to snare the gazers eyne:
Such a Palmer nere was seene,
Lesse loue himselfe had Palmer been.
Yet for all he was so quaint
Sorrow did his visage taint.
Midst the riches of his face,
Griefe decyphred hie disgrace:
Euerie step straind a teare,
Sodaine sighes shewd his feare:

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And yet his feare by his sight,
Ended in a strange delight.
That his passions did approue,
Weedes and sorrow were for loue.