Tragicall Tales translated by Tvrbervile In time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the Argument and Lenuoye to eche Tale |
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He vvisheth his dreames either longer or truer.
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He vvisheth his dreames either longer or truer.
Short is the day whereinI doe not thinke of thee:
And in the night amid my sleepe,
thy face (deare dame) I see.
The dreame delights me much,
it cuts my care away:
Me thinkes I kisse and clip thee oft,
the rest I blush to say.
Who happy then but I,
whilest sleepe and slumber last:
But who (alas) so much a wretch,
as I when sleepe is past.
For with the sliding sleepe
away slips my delight:
Departing dreames doe driue away
thy countnance out of sight.
And then in place of glee,
in glydes a crew of care:
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do feele my bed so bare.
For thou that wert the cause
of comfort, art not there:
And I poore silly wofull man,
in sobs the night do weare.
Then curse I cankred chance,
that made me dreame of thee,
And fansie fond, that fed it selfe
with dreames that fained bee.
Thus weares away the night
consumde in carefull paine:
Those restlesse banners beating still,
vpon my busie braine.
Then drawes the dawning on,
I leaue my couch, and rise,
In hope to find some pleasant toy,
that may content mine eyes.
But out alas, I can
not see so faire a sight,
That can my heauie hart relieue,
and daintie eies delight.
Each beautie that doth blaze,
each visage that I see:
Augments my care, in causing me
to long and looke for thee.
Thus waste I all the night
in dreames without desire:
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that scalds like scorching fire.
Yet well content therewith,
so that, at my returne
Thou pitie me, who for thy sake
with Cupids coles do burne.
I am the Turtle true,
that sits vpon the tree:
And waile my woe without a make,
and onely wish for thee.
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