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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And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee,
My heart is thine, and so account of me.
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And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee,
My heart is thine, and so account of me.
And yet a stedfast hope maintaines my hart,
If anie fauour fauourably proceede
My deare from thee, the curer of my smart,
Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede,
Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe,
Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st reliefe.
If anie fauour fauourably proceede
My deare from thee, the curer of my smart,
Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede,
Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe,
Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st reliefe.
By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth,
Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,
My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,
Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:
Is it not base to change? yea so they say,
Thine owne confession loue denies delay.
Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any,
My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth,
Heart freed from any one, then freed from many:
Is it not base to change? yea so they say,
Thine owne confession loue denies delay.
And by the high imperiall seate of Ioue,
So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare,
Account I must of thee my Turtle-doue,
Of thee that Times long memorie shall outweare:
Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying,
To promise any hope on thee relying.
So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare,
Account I must of thee my Turtle-doue,
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Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying,
To promise any hope on thee relying.
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