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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Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,
Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.
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Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne,
Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne.
Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie,
Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother,
My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie:
Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,
And if thou find not my loues secrecie,
Heart fauoring thee, then do thou Fancie smother.
Hath all the world such a true Bird as I,
Wonne to this fauour by my constancie?
Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother,
My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie:
Loue thee alone I will, and loue none other,
And if thou find not my loues secrecie,
Heart fauoring thee, then do thou Fancie smother.
Hath all the world such a true Bird as I,
Wonne to this fauour by my constancie?
Till that leane fleshles cripple, pale-fac'd Death,
Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart,
Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath:
Hath any loue such a firme constant heart?
It is thine owne, vnlesse thou keepe it still
Vndone shall I be, cleane against my will.
Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart,
Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath:
Hath any loue such a firme constant heart?
It is thine owne, vnlesse thou keepe it still
Vndone shall I be, cleane against my will.
Loves martyr | ||