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He craues his mistresse to accept his wryting being
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He craues his mistresse to accept his wryting being otherwise insufficient to vvinne good liking from her.
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to fall in fancies frame:
So diuers be the driftes of men,
for to atchieue the same.
For some to winne their loues,
and purchase priuy grace:
With curious tonges like carpet knights
doe pleade a fained case.
And all to please the eares,
and mate their mistresse minde:
Of this and that they tell their tales,
as they fit leasure finde.
Some other wanting chatte,
not hauing words at wil:
With nimble ioynts, and fingering fine,
on Lutes doe shew their skil.
By sugred sound to winne,
their ladies to their loue:
With earnest care those wanton wights,
Apollos practise proue.
And such as skilfull are,
in daunsing doe desire
To practise that whereby to set,
their frouious harts on fire.
Whose breast is sweete to eare,
he straines his voice to sing:
Thereby vnto his greedy lust
his mistresse minde to bring.
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to muster doth delight:
And loues to shew his helmed head,
before his Ladies sight.
In hope to purchase praise,
and after praise some grace:
For vvomen loue a valiant man
that dares defend their case.
Thus each one doth attempt,
and puts the thing in vre
That fittest is to gaine good will,
so Faulkners vse the lure.
But I vnhappy wight,
that can doe nought of these:
How might I doe, or what deuise
my mistresse minde to please.
Where neither tongue can talke
nor finger frame with Lute:
Nor footing serue to daunce: alas,
how should I moue my sute?
Not pleasant is my voice
vnable to delight:
I can doe nought vnlesse it be
with pen to shew my plight.
I only can in verse,
set out a dame to showe
And on a wel deseruing frend,
a frendly praise bestow.
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wherefoe (good Lady) then
In lieu of other finer skilles,
accept my ragged pen.
Let me by writing win,
what others doe by arte:
And during life you shal assure,
you of a louing hart,
No vertue shalbe lodgde
within your curteous brest:
But I wil blaze the same abroad,
as brauely as the best.
And as for beuties praise,
I wil procure that fame
Shal sound it out so loud, that all
the world shal read thy name
So as by louing me,
you shal haue loue againe:
And eke the harts of thousands mo
for you good wil attaine.
I neuer was mine owne
sith first I sawe your face:
Nor neuer wil, but euer yours,
if you wil rue my case.
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