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 |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
34. |
My purest loue doth none but thee adore,
My heartie thoughts are thine, I loue no more.
|
Loves martyr | ||
My purest loue doth none but thee adore,
My heartie thoughts are thine, I loue no more.
My comfortable sweete approued Mistris,
Purest of all the pure that nature framed,
Loue in the height of all our happinesse,
Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named:
None can giue forth thy constancie approued,
But I that tride thy faith, my best beloued.
Purest of all the pure that nature framed,
Loue in the height of all our happinesse,
156
None can giue forth thy constancie approued,
But I that tride thy faith, my best beloued.
Thee in the temple of faire Venus shrine
Adore I must, and kneele vpon my knee,
My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,
Heartie in kindnesse, yeelding vnto me:
Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest
Are fled, and lodge in some vnquiet brest.
Adore I must, and kneele vpon my knee,
My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine,
Heartie in kindnesse, yeelding vnto me:
Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest
Are fled, and lodge in some vnquiet brest.
Thine euer vnremou'd and still kept word,
I pondred oftentimes within my mind:
Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford,
None other grace but that which I did find,
More comfortable did this sound in mine eare,
Then sweete releasement to a man in feare.
I pondred oftentimes within my mind:
Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford,
None other grace but that which I did find,
More comfortable did this sound in mine eare,
Then sweete releasement to a man in feare.
Loves martyr | ||