A light Bondell of liuly discourses called Churchyards Charge presented as a Newe yeres gifte to the right honourable, the Earl of Surrie, in which Bondell of verses is sutche varietie of matter, and seuerall inuentions, that maie bee as delitefull to the Reader, as it was a Charge and labour to the writer, sette forthe for a peece of pastime, by Thomas Churchyarde |
A farewell to a fondlyng.
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A light Bondell of liuly discourses called Churchyards Charge | ||
A farewell to a fondlyng.
The
heate is past, that did me fret,
The fire is out, that Nature wrought:
The plants of loue, whiche youth did set,
Are drie and dedde, within my thought.
The Frost hath kilde, the kindly sappe,
Whiche kept the harte, in liuly state:
The sodaine stormes, and thonder clappe,
Hath tourned loue, to mortall hate.
The fire is out, that Nature wrought:
The plants of loue, whiche youth did set,
Are drie and dedde, within my thought.
The Frost hath kilde, the kindly sappe,
Whiche kept the harte, in liuly state:
The sodaine stormes, and thonder clappe,
Hath tourned loue, to mortall hate.
The miste is gone, that bleard myne eyes,
The lowryng clouds, I see appere:
Although the blinde, eats many flies,
I would she knewe, my sight is clere.
Her sweete disceiuyng flattryng face,
Did make me thinke, the Crowe was white:
I muse how she, had sutche a grace,
To seeme a Hauke, and be a Kite.
The lowryng clouds, I see appere:
Although the blinde, eats many flies,
I would she knewe, my sight is clere.
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Did make me thinke, the Crowe was white:
I muse how she, had sutche a grace,
To seeme a Hauke, and be a Kite.
Finis.
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