A banqvet of daintie conceits Furnished with verie delicate and choyse inuentions, to delight their mindes, who take pleasure in Musique, and there-withall to sing sweete Ditties, either to the Lute, Bandora, Virginalles, or anie other Instrument. Published at the desire of both Honorable and Worshipfull personages, who haue had copies of diuers of the Ditties heerein contained. Written by A. M. [i.e. Anthony Munday] |
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In this Dittie is expressed, the sundry
and daily mishaps that chaunce in Loue: deciphered by him that felt them, to his paine.
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In this Dittie is expressed, the sundry and daily mishaps that chaunce in Loue: deciphered by him that felt them, to his paine.
When
fond desire, had drawne my mind to Loue:
Hard was my happe, and fierce the fittes,
I was enforst to proue.
When Beautie gaue her beeke,
and Fancie held me thrall:
Then Will had conquered Wittes deuise,
Loue had me at her call.
Quoth Wisdome ware thy woe,
thy daunger is at hand:
Runne not too rash, be ruld in time,
least perill thee withstand.
These are the snares of Loue,
her doome a lasting ill:
Her sleights are nought but thriftlesse shifts,
for to allure thy will.
Therefore respect, the hard effect,
that may, thee stay,
When thou wouldst it reiect.
Set hatch before, the wilfull doore,
for blame, and shame,
Keepe still a shift in store.
So shalt thou espy it, when foes would say nay:
When skill dooth descry it, tis good to obey.
Sure footing, good booting, the bargaine well made,
returneth thy trauaile and charges:
Forewarned hath learned, deceite would inuade,
when libertie crieth a larges.
Youths wales are vnsteddy, he runneth on heady,
and scorneth the hazard to see:
Loue leadeth to caring, and often dispayring,
wherefore freend, be warned by mee.
The child once toucht with paine:
Will feare the like againe.
And proouing this too true:
Willed me bid Loue adiew.
Hard was my happe, and fierce the fittes,
I was enforst to proue.
When Beautie gaue her beeke,
and Fancie held me thrall:
Then Will had conquered Wittes deuise,
Loue had me at her call.
Quoth Wisdome ware thy woe,
thy daunger is at hand:
Runne not too rash, be ruld in time,
least perill thee withstand.
These are the snares of Loue,
her doome a lasting ill:
for to allure thy will.
Therefore respect, the hard effect,
that may, thee stay,
When thou wouldst it reiect.
Set hatch before, the wilfull doore,
for blame, and shame,
Keepe still a shift in store.
So shalt thou espy it, when foes would say nay:
When skill dooth descry it, tis good to obey.
Sure footing, good booting, the bargaine well made,
returneth thy trauaile and charges:
Forewarned hath learned, deceite would inuade,
when libertie crieth a larges.
Youths wales are vnsteddy, he runneth on heady,
and scorneth the hazard to see:
Loue leadeth to caring, and often dispayring,
wherefore freend, be warned by mee.
The child once toucht with paine:
Will feare the like againe.
And proouing this too true:
Willed me bid Loue adiew.
But yet alas, this warning would not serue:
for vaine delight had wunne me so,
From Wisdome I did swerue:
Boldnesse dyd egge me on,
the vtmost harme to trie:
Loue had enchaunted me within,
when she had wunne mine eye.
Selfe-will perswaded me,
the passage would be fayre:
And Dalliaunce fedde my fancie so,
I little past for care.
Such was my venterous mind,
built on affections blaze:
When Wisdome cryed, I could not heare,
mine eyes were set to gaze.
My hart was bent, with full consent,
to craue, to haue,
This motion of content.
For none but she, did please mine eye,
Wherefore, I swore,
For her to liue and dye.
But see how it chaunced, fell Fortune did scorne me,
My woes were aduaunced, and loue had forlorne me.
My loouing, in proouing, was turned to hate,
My sute and seruice dispised:
Then thought I, how might I, beene warned of late,
When Wisdome this platforme disguised.
I might haue preuented, and stayed me contented,
the daunger was told me before:
But selfe will did leade me, till folly deceiu'd me,
but so shall she neuer doo more.
Yong heads I wish beware:
Of this deceitfull snare,
Least you as well as I:
The like mishap doo try.
for vaine delight had wunne me so,
From Wisdome I did swerue:
Boldnesse dyd egge me on,
the vtmost harme to trie:
Loue had enchaunted me within,
when she had wunne mine eye.
Selfe-will perswaded me,
the passage would be fayre:
And Dalliaunce fedde my fancie so,
I little past for care.
built on affections blaze:
When Wisdome cryed, I could not heare,
mine eyes were set to gaze.
My hart was bent, with full consent,
to craue, to haue,
This motion of content.
For none but she, did please mine eye,
Wherefore, I swore,
For her to liue and dye.
But see how it chaunced, fell Fortune did scorne me,
My woes were aduaunced, and loue had forlorne me.
My loouing, in proouing, was turned to hate,
My sute and seruice dispised:
Then thought I, how might I, beene warned of late,
When Wisdome this platforme disguised.
I might haue preuented, and stayed me contented,
the daunger was told me before:
But selfe will did leade me, till folly deceiu'd me,
but so shall she neuer doo more.
Yong heads I wish beware:
Of this deceitfull snare,
Least you as well as I:
The like mishap doo try.
FINIS.
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