A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter] |
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An exellent Sonet, Wherin the Louer exclaymeth agaynst
Detraction, beeing the principall cause of all his care.
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An exellent Sonet, Wherin the Louer exclaymeth agaynst Detraction, beeing the principall cause of all his care.
Passe forth in doulfull dumpes my verse,Thy Masters heauy haps vnfolde:
His grisled greefe eache hart well perce,
Display his woes, feare not, bee bould
Hid hole in heapes of heauinesse
His dismale dayes are almost spent,
For fate, which forgde this ficklenesse
My youthly yeares with teares hath sprent.
I lothe the lingring life I led:
O wished death why stayest thy hand,
Sith gladsome Ioyes away bee fled:
And linkte I am in Dollors bande.
In weltring waues my ship is tost
My shattering sayles away bee shorne,
My Anker from the Stearne is lost
And Tacklings from the Maynyard storne.
Thus driuen with euery gale of winde
My weather beaten Barke doth sayle,
Still hoping harbor once to finde
Which may these passinge perrils quayle.
But out alas, in vayne I hope
Sith Billowes prowd, assault mee still
And skill doth want with Seas to cope
And licour salte my Keele doth fill.
A ship with warlike wightes addrest,
Which seemes to bee some Pyrates band:
With Powder and with Pellets prest.
To sinke or spoyle my brused Barke
Which dangers dread could not a daunt,
And now the shot the ayre doth darke:
And Captayne on the Deke him vaunt.
Then Ignorance the ouerseear proude
Cryes to Suspicion, spare no shot:
And Enuy yelleth out aloude,
Yeeld to Detraction this thy Boate:
And as it is now Sea mens trade
When might to coole the foe doth lacke,
By vayling foretop signe I made
That to their lee I mee did take.
Then gathering winde to mee they make,
And Treason first on borde doth come
Then followes Fraud like wily Snake:
And swift amongst them takes his rome.
These binde mee Captiue, tane with band
Of carkinge care and fell annoy,
While vnder Hatches yet I stand
Therby quight to abandon ioye.
Then hoysting sayles they homeward hye
And mee present vnto Disdayne,
Who mee beheld with scorning eye
The more for to encrease my payne.
As Lady shee commaunded strayght
That to Dispayre they mee conuay,
And bid with skilfull heed bee wayght,
That Truth bee bard from mee away.
Madam (quoth I) let due desart
Yet finde remorse for these my woes,
Of pitty graunt some ease to smart
Let Troth draw neare to quayle my foes.
For why the deafe can mone no noyse,
No more can they which doo disdayne:
But will in harte therat reioyce.
Wherfore twixt life and death I stay
Til time with daughter his drawe nye
Which may these furious foes dismay:
Or els in ruthfull plight I dye.
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