A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter] |
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The paynfull plight of a Louer remayning in doubtfull
hope of his Ladyes fauour.
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The paynfull plight of a Louer remayning in doubtfull hope of his Ladyes fauour.
The
bitter sweete, that straynes my yeelded harte,
The carelesse count, which doth the same imbrace:
The doubtfull hope, to reape my due dezart,
The pensiue pathe, that guides my restles race:
Are at such war, within my wounded brest,
As doth bereaue, my ioy and eke my rest.
The carelesse count, which doth the same imbrace:
The doubtfull hope, to reape my due dezart,
The pensiue pathe, that guides my restles race:
Are at such war, within my wounded brest,
As doth bereaue, my ioy and eke my rest.
My greedy will, which seekes the golden gayne,
My luckles lot, doth alwayes take in worth:
My matched minde, that dreades my sutes in vayne,
My pittious playnt, doth helpe for to set forth:
So that betwixt, two waues of raging Seas,
I driue my dayes, in troubles and disease.
My luckles lot, doth alwayes take in worth:
My matched minde, that dreades my sutes in vayne,
My pittious playnt, doth helpe for to set forth:
So that betwixt, two waues of raging Seas,
I driue my dayes, in troubles and disease.
My wofull eyes, doo take their cheefe delight,
To feede their fill, vpon their pleasant maze:
My hidden harmes, that grow in mee by sight,
With pyning panges, doo driue mee from the gaze:
And to my hap, I reape none other hire,
But burne my selfe, and I to blow the fire.
To feede their fill, vpon their pleasant maze:
My hidden harmes, that grow in mee by sight,
With pyning panges, doo driue mee from the gaze:
And to my hap, I reape none other hire,
But burne my selfe, and I to blow the fire.
FINIS.
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