Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile |
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Of the Raine and cloudy weather at the
time of his Friends departure from Troie.
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Of the Raine and cloudy weather at the time of his Friends departure from Troie.
No
meruaile though the Sunne do hide his hed
And vnder cloude do keepe his lowring lookes,
No woonder that the Skie his teares doth shed
And with his streames increase the water brookes:
The cause is knowne, the proofe is passing plaine,
My Loue and I be sundred to our paine.
And vnder cloude do keepe his lowring lookes,
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And with his streames increase the water brookes:
The cause is knowne, the proofe is passing plaine,
My Loue and I be sundred to our paine.
Now she is gone that did sustaine my breath
And saude my ship of bodie from the wrack,
By whome I scapte the cruell hande of Death
Which thought to bring my Corse to vtter sack:
The Welkin weepes and helpes me to bewaile
With gushing showres the losse of mine auaile.
And saude my ship of bodie from the wrack,
By whome I scapte the cruell hande of Death
Which thought to bring my Corse to vtter sack:
The Welkin weepes and helpes me to bewaile
With gushing showres the losse of mine auaile.
Wherefore, O Heauenly states that Rulers bee
Of starrie Skies from whence these teares discende
And flush so fast as mortall Wights doe see:
Of ruth in needefull time my woes to ende,
Procure my Loue to make returne in post,
To gard from griefe hir Friends afflicted ghost.
Of starrie Skies from whence these teares discende
And flush so fast as mortall Wights doe see:
Of ruth in needefull time my woes to ende,
Procure my Loue to make returne in post,
To gard from griefe hir Friends afflicted ghost.
If not, with flasshing flame and Thunder dint
By Vulcan forgde and hammerd for the nones,
Consume to dust my flesh my wo to stint,
And with thy Mace (O Ioue) vnioint my bones:
That by such scath and losse of vitall breath
I may auoide a worse and straunger death.
By Vulcan forgde and hammerd for the nones,
Consume to dust my flesh my wo to stint,
And with thy Mace (O Ioue) vnioint my bones:
That by such scath and losse of vitall breath
I may auoide a worse and straunger death.
For like the teene that now my hart sustaines
Was neuer felt nor such oppressing care:
Of force my life must yeelde to pinching paines
Of hasting Death, the fits so furious are:
Which though be so, when I am wrapt in Clay,
(My soule) to hir thou shalt repaire and say.
Was neuer felt nor such oppressing care:
Of force my life must yeelde to pinching paines
Of hasting Death, the fits so furious are:
Which though be so, when I am wrapt in Clay,
(My soule) to hir thou shalt repaire and say.
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That whilst the lyfe would suffer mee to woonne
With mortall Wights, my hart was hirs at will,
And now my Spindle hath his course yroonne
And twist is none yleft, thou wilt fulfill
The dutie which thy Maister ought of right,
And which he would accomplish if he might.
With mortall Wights, my hart was hirs at will,
And now my Spindle hath his course yroonne
And twist is none yleft, thou wilt fulfill
The dutie which thy Maister ought of right,
And which he would accomplish if he might.
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