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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Though death from life my bodie part,
Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart.
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Loves martyr | ||
Though death from life my bodie part,
Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart.
Though some men are inconstant, fond, and fickle,
Deaths ashie count'nance shall not alter me:
From glasse they take their substance being brittle,
Life, Heart, and Hand shall awaies fauour thee,
My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie,
Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from strife,
Part not in sunder till we part our life.
Deaths ashie count'nance shall not alter me:
From glasse they take their substance being brittle,
Life, Heart, and Hand shall awaies fauour thee,
My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie,
Bodie conioyn'd with bodie, free from strife,
Part not in sunder till we part our life.
Yet my soules life to my deare lifes concluding,
Nere let Absurditie that villaine, theefe,
The monster of our time, mens praise deriding,
Lesse in perseuerance, of small knowledge chiefe,
Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling,
Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe,
My lines are thine, then tell Absurditie,
Hart of my deare, shall blot his villanie.
Nere let Absurditie that villaine, theefe,
The monster of our time, mens praise deriding,
Lesse in perseuerance, of small knowledge chiefe,
Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling,
Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe,
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Hart of my deare, shall blot his villanie.
Loves martyr | ||