Loves martyr or, Rosalins complaint. Allegorically shadowing the truth of Loue, in the constant Fate of the Phoenix and Turtle. A Poeme enterlaced with much varietie and raritie; now first translated out of the uenerable Italian Torquato Caeliano, by Robert Chester. With the true legend of famous King Arthur, the last of the nine Worthies, being the first Essay of a new British Poet: collected out of diuerse Authenticall Records. To these are added some new compositions, of seuerall moderne Writers whose names are subscribed to their seuerall workes, upon the first Subiect: viz. the Phoenix and Turtle |
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My heart is bound to fauour thee,
Then yeeld in time to pittie me.
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My heart is bound to fauour thee,
Then yeeld in time to pittie me.
My Phoenix hath two starre-resembling Eyes,
Heart full of pittie, and her smiling looke,
Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,
Bound for performance by faire Venus booke
To faithfulnesse, which from her nurse she tooke:
Fauour in her doth spring, in vertuous praise,
Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise.
Heart full of pittie, and her smiling looke,
Is of the Sunnes complexion, and replies,
Bound for performance by faire Venus booke
To faithfulnesse, which from her nurse she tooke:
Fauour in her doth spring, in vertuous praise,
Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise.
Then in performance of this gracious right,
Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,
In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight,
Time shall from time to time to thee discouer:
To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might,
Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,
Me promising to cure a curelesse smart.
Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer,
In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight,
Time shall from time to time to thee discouer:
To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might,
Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart,
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