Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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 | Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville |  |
Shepheardesses, yet marke well,
The Martyrdome of Philocell:
Rumour made his faith a scorne,
Him, example of forelorne,
Feeling he had of his woe,
Yet did loue his overthrow;
For that she knew loue would beare,
She to wrong him did not feare;
Ielousie of riuals grace,
In his passion got a place;
But Loue, Lord of all his powers,
Doth so rule this heart of ours,
As for our belou'd abuses,
It doth euer find excuses.
Loue teares Reasons law in sunder,
Loue, is God, let Reason wonder.
For nor scorne of his affection,
Nor despaire in his election,
Nor his faith damn'd for obeying,
Nor her change, his hopes betraying,
Can make Philocell remoue,
But he Cælica will loue.
The Martyrdome of Philocell:
Rumour made his faith a scorne,
Him, example of forelorne,
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Yet did loue his overthrow;
For that she knew loue would beare,
She to wrong him did not feare;
Ielousie of riuals grace,
In his passion got a place;
But Loue, Lord of all his powers,
Doth so rule this heart of ours,
As for our belou'd abuses,
It doth euer find excuses.
Loue teares Reasons law in sunder,
Loue, is God, let Reason wonder.
For nor scorne of his affection,
Nor despaire in his election,
Nor his faith damn'd for obeying,
Nor her change, his hopes betraying,
Can make Philocell remoue,
But he Cælica will loue.
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