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The Louer deceyued by his Ladyes vnconstancy,
writeth vnto her as foloweth.
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The Louer deceyued by his Ladyes vnconstancy, writeth vnto her as foloweth.
The
heat is past that did mee fret,
The fier is out that nature wrought
The plantes of youth that I did set,
Are dry and dead within my thought
The Frost hath slayne the kindly sap,
That kept the hart in liuely state:
The sodayne storme and thunder clap:
Hath turned loue, to mortall hate.
The fier is out that nature wrought
The plantes of youth that I did set,
Are dry and dead within my thought
The Frost hath slayne the kindly sap,
That kept the hart in liuely state:
The sodayne storme and thunder clap:
Hath turned loue, to mortall hate.
The myst is gon that bleard mine eyes,
The lowring cloudes I see appeare,
Though that the blinde eate many flyes,
I would you knew, my sight is cleare:
Your sweete deceyuing flattryng face
Did make mee thinke that you were white:
I muse how you had such a grace:
To seeme a Hauke, and bee a kyte.
The lowring cloudes I see appeare,
Though that the blinde eate many flyes,
I would you knew, my sight is cleare:
Your sweete deceyuing flattryng face
Did make mee thinke that you were white:
To seeme a Hauke, and bee a kyte.
Where precious ware is to be solde,
They shall it haue, that giueth most:
All things wee see, are woon with Golde,
Few things is had, where is no cost.
And so it fareth now by mee,
Because I preace to giue no gyftes:
Shee takes my sute vnthankfully,
And driues mee of with many dryftes.
They shall it haue, that giueth most:
All things wee see, are woon with Golde,
Few things is had, where is no cost.
And so it fareth now by mee,
Because I preace to giue no gyftes:
Shee takes my sute vnthankfully,
And driues mee of with many dryftes.
Is this th' end of all my sute,
For my good will, to haue a skorne?
Is this of all my paynes the frute,
To haue the chaffe in steade of corne?
Let them that lyst, posses such drosse,
For I deserue a better gayne:
Yet had I rather leaue with losse,
Then serue and sue, and all in vayne.
For my good will, to haue a skorne?
Is this of all my paynes the frute,
To haue the chaffe in steade of corne?
Let them that lyst, posses such drosse,
For I deserue a better gayne:
Yet had I rather leaue with losse,
Then serue and sue, and all in vayne.
FINIS.
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