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Tragicall Tales translated by Tvrbervile

In time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the Argument and Lenuoye to eche Tale
  
  

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Of his Constancie.
  
  

Of his Constancie.

We way not waxe, for all his gallant hew,
Bicause it vades and melts against the fire,
We more regard a rocke of marble blew,
For that no force doth cause it to retire,
The builder makes his full account, that it duff.
Will firmly stand at a stay, and neuer flit.
So may you (sweete) be sure, that my good will
Is no good will of waxe, to waste away,

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When fond desire of fansie hath his fill,
My loue is like the marble for his stay,
Build thereupon, and you shall surely find,
No blast of chance to change my stedfast mind.
Blacke shall you see the snow on mountains hie,
The fish shall feed vpon the barren sand.
The sea shal shrinke, and leaue the Dolphins dry,
No plant shall prooue vpon the sencelesse land,
The Tems shal turne, the Sunne shal lose his light
Ere I to thee become a faithlesse wight.
I neither am nor meane to bee,
None other than I seeme to thee.