Willobie His Avisa Or The true Picture of a modest Maid, and of a chast and constant wife. In Hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer heretofore published [by Henry Willoby] |
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CANT. LIIII.
AVISA.
That others misse, you would obtaine,
And want of this doth make you sad,
I sorrow that you take such paine,
To seeke for that, will not be had,
Your filed skill the power doth want,
VVithin this plot such trees to plant.
And want of this doth make you sad,
I sorrow that you take such paine,
To seeke for that, will not be had,
Your filed skill the power doth want,
VVithin this plot such trees to plant.
Though some there be, that haue done ill,
And for their fancie broke their faith:
Yet doe not thinke that others will,
That feare of shame more then of death:
A spotlesse name is more to me,
Then wealth, then friends, then life can be.
And for their fancie broke their faith:
Yet doe not thinke that others will,
That feare of shame more then of death:
A spotlesse name is more to me,
Then wealth, then friends, then life can be.
Are all vnconstant, all vnsound?
VVill none performe their sworen vow?
Yet shall you say, that you haue found,
A chast, and constant wife I trow:
And you shall see, when all is doone,
VVhere all will yeeld, and all be woone.
VVill none performe their sworen vow?
Yet shall you say, that you haue found,
A chast, and constant wife I trow:
And you shall see, when all is doone,
VVhere all will yeeld, and all be woone.
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Though you haue bin at common schoole,
And enterd plaints in common place;
Yet you wil proue your selfe a foole,
To iudge all women void of grace:
I doubt not but you will be brought,
Soone to repent this wicked thought.
And enterd plaints in common place;
Yet you wil proue your selfe a foole,
To iudge all women void of grace:
I doubt not but you will be brought,
Soone to repent this wicked thought.
Your second change let them alow,
That list mislike their primer choice,
I lou'd him first, I loue him now,
To whom I gaue my yeelding voice,
My faith and loue, I will not giue
To mortall man, while he doth liue.
That list mislike their primer choice,
I lou'd him first, I loue him now,
To whom I gaue my yeelding voice,
My faith and loue, I will not giue
To mortall man, while he doth liue.
What loue is this, that bids me hate,
The man whom nature bids me loue?
What loue is this, that sets debate,
Twixt man and wife? but here I proue:
Though smothed words seeme very kind,
Yet all proceed from deuilish mind.
The man whom nature bids me loue?
What loue is this, that sets debate,
Twixt man and wife? but here I proue:
Though smothed words seeme very kind,
Yet all proceed from deuilish mind.
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