Emblemes and Epigrames Psal: Quum defecerit virtus mea, ne derelinquas me, Domine. [A.D. 1600, by Francis Thynne ... ]: Edited by F. J. Furnivall |
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(58) Ingratitude.
The stam'ringe Cuckooe, whose lewd voice doth greeve
the daintie eares with her fowle note dismay'd,
In the Currucas neste doth her releeve,
Suckinge the Egges which that heysuge hath laid;
in lue wherof, her owne egg she doth leave,
wherbye she doth the gentle bird deceyve.
the daintie eares with her fowle note dismay'd,
In the Currucas neste doth her releeve,
Suckinge the Egges which that heysuge hath laid;
in lue wherof, her owne egg she doth leave,
wherbye she doth the gentle bird deceyve.
Which that simple heysuge findinge in place
(pore sillie foole, not knowinge of this guile),
doth lovinglie nourishe with moothers grace,
hatchinge those Egges that did her bed defile,
by dailie food them fostring, as they were
of her owne kinde, and her true forme did beare.
(pore sillie foole, not knowinge of this guile),
doth lovinglie nourishe with moothers grace,
hatchinge those Egges that did her bed defile,
by dailie food them fostring, as they were
of her owne kinde, and her true forme did beare.
But these vile bastards, as they growe in strength,
and fethered are with winges of trecherie,
their nource and moother doe assault at length,
with thankles mouth tearing her cruellie,
till peecemeale they devoure ech severall part,
and suck the blood of their dames loving hart.
and fethered are with winges of trecherie,
their nource and moother doe assault at length,
with thankles mouth tearing her cruellie,
till peecemeale they devoure ech severall part,
and suck the blood of their dames loving hart.
Soe, wicked menn, the bastards of mankinde,
whome neither love nor reasonn cann alure,
whome others great rewards, to them should bynde,
because their life is nourished by their cure,
Acteons curres, and thanklesse menn doe prove,
wounding their patrons whome they ought to loue.
whome neither love nor reasonn cann alure,
whome others great rewards, to them should bynde,
because their life is nourished by their cure,
Acteons curres, and thanklesse menn doe prove,
wounding their patrons whome they ought to loue.
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