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The Louer wounded with his Ladies beauty
craueth mercy.
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The Louer wounded with his Ladies beauty craueth mercy.
If
pitty once may mooue thy hart,
To rew a wofull wight?
If curtesy can force thy minde,
To vew my doulfull plight?
Sith I cannot deuise
To quench this raging fier,
With trickling teares I craue of thee
Attend to my desier:
Whom Venus fethered boy
Hath crasde with deadly dart,
Sent from the rayes of those thy eyes
Which bread my wo and smart.
To rew a wofull wight?
If curtesy can force thy minde,
To vew my doulfull plight?
Sith I cannot deuise
To quench this raging fier,
With trickling teares I craue of thee
Attend to my desier:
Whom Venus fethered boy
Hath crasde with deadly dart,
Which bread my wo and smart.
In vewing thee I tooke sutch ioy
As wofull wight in rest
Untill the blinded boy I felte
Assault my captiue brest.
And since that time alas
Such pinching payne I taste
That I am now remedilesse
If mercy make not haste.
for hid in deepe dispayre
My teares are all in ioy,
I burne, I freese, I sinke, I swim
My wealth is mine annoy.
As wofull wight in rest
Untill the blinded boy I felte
Assault my captiue brest.
And since that time alas
Such pinching payne I taste
That I am now remedilesse
If mercy make not haste.
for hid in deepe dispayre
My teares are all in ioy,
I burne, I freese, I sinke, I swim
My wealth is mine annoy.
Lyke as the tender turtle Doue
Doth wayle the losse of mate,
In mourning weed, so spend I tyme
Lamentinge mine estate.
The night renewes my cares
When weary limmes would rest,
And dreadfull dreames abandon slepe
Which had my greefes represt.
I drench my couch with teares
Which flow from gushing eyes,
A thousand heapes of hidden thoughtes
In minde I doo deuise.
Doth wayle the losse of mate,
In mourning weed, so spend I tyme
Lamentinge mine estate.
The night renewes my cares
When weary limmes would rest,
And dreadfull dreames abandon slepe
Which had my greefes represt.
I drench my couch with teares
Which flow from gushing eyes,
A thousand heapes of hidden thoughtes
In minde I doo deuise.
Full often times it dooth mee good
To haunt and vew the place,
Where I receiued my wound, alas
By vewing of thy face.
Full oft it ioyes my hart
To kisse that clot of clay,
From whence thou shot those louing lookes
Which bred my whole decay.
O blessed place I cry
Though woorker of my payne,
Render I craue most hartely
To mee my loue agayne.
To haunt and vew the place,
Where I receiued my wound, alas
By vewing of thy face.
Full oft it ioyes my hart
To kisse that clot of clay,
Which bred my whole decay.
O blessed place I cry
Though woorker of my payne,
Render I craue most hartely
To mee my loue agayne.
Not wofull Monsier dom Dieg
Or Priams noble sonne,
Constrayned by loue did euer mone
As I for thee haue donne.
Sir Romeus annoy
But trifle seemes to mine,
Whose hap in winning of his loue
Did clue of cares vntwine.
My sorrowes haue no ende
My hap no ioy can spie,
The flowing Fountayne of my teares
Beginneth to waxe drie.
Or Priams noble sonne,
Constrayned by loue did euer mone
As I for thee haue donne.
Sir Romeus annoy
But trifle seemes to mine,
Whose hap in winning of his loue
Did clue of cares vntwine.
My sorrowes haue no ende
My hap no ioy can spie,
The flowing Fountayne of my teares
Beginneth to waxe drie.
Let pitty then requyte my payne
O woorker of my woe,
Let mercy milde possesse thy harte
Which art my freendly foe.
Receiue the hart which heare
I yeeld into her hand,
Which made by force a breach in Fort
Which I could not withstande.
Thou hast in Ballance paysd
My life and eke my death,
Thy loyalty contaynes my ioy
Disdayne will stop my breath.
O woorker of my woe,
Let mercy milde possesse thy harte
Which art my freendly foe.
Receiue the hart which heare
I yeeld into her hand,
Which made by force a breach in Fort
Which I could not withstande.
Thou hast in Ballance paysd
My life and eke my death,
Thy loyalty contaynes my ioy
Disdayne will stop my breath.
If constant loue may reape his hire
And fayth may haue his due,
Good hope I haue your gentill hart
My grislie greefe will rue.
And that at length I shall
My hartes delight imbrace:
When due desart by curtesie,
Shall purchase mee thy grace.
Untill which time, my deare
Shall still increase my payne,
In pensiue thoughtes and heauinesse
Because I shall remayne.
And fayth may haue his due,
My grislie greefe will rue.
And that at length I shall
My hartes delight imbrace:
When due desart by curtesie,
Shall purchase mee thy grace.
Untill which time, my deare
Shall still increase my payne,
In pensiue thoughtes and heauinesse
Because I shall remayne.
FINIS.
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