Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile |
The Louer whose Lady dwelt fast by a Prison.
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The Louer whose Lady dwelt fast by a Prison.
One
day I hide mee fast vnto the place
where lodgde my Loue, a passing propre dame
For head, hand, leg, lim, wealth, wit, comly grace:
And being there my sute I gan to frame,
The smokie sighes bewrayde my fierie flame.
But cruell shee, disdainefull, coy and curst,
Forst not my words, but quaild hir Friend at furst.
where lodgde my Loue, a passing propre dame
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And being there my sute I gan to frame,
The smokie sighes bewrayde my fierie flame.
But cruell shee, disdainefull, coy and curst,
Forst not my words, but quaild hir Friend at furst.
Whereat I lookte me vp a wofull Wight,
And threw mine eies vp to the painted Skie,
In minde to waile my hap: And saw in sight
Not farre from thence a place where Prisners lie,
For crimes forepast the after paines to trie:
A Laberinth, a lothsome Lodge to dwell,
A Dungeon deepe, a Dampe as darke as Hell.
And threw mine eies vp to the painted Skie,
In minde to waile my hap: And saw in sight
Not farre from thence a place where Prisners lie,
For crimes forepast the after paines to trie:
A Laberinth, a lothsome Lodge to dwell,
A Dungeon deepe, a Dampe as darke as Hell.
Oh happie you (quoth I) that feele the force
Of girding Gyue, thirst, colde and stonie bed,
Respect of mee, whose loue hath no remorce:
In death you liue, but I in life am ded,
Your ioy is yet to come, my pleasure fled.
In prison you haue mindes at freedome aye,
I free am thrall, whose loue seekes his decaye.
Of girding Gyue, thirst, colde and stonie bed,
Respect of mee, whose loue hath no remorce:
In death you liue, but I in life am ded,
Your ioy is yet to come, my pleasure fled.
In prison you haue mindes at freedome aye,
I free am thrall, whose loue seekes his decaye.
Unworthy you to liue in such distresse
Whose former faults repentance did bewaile:
More fitter were this Ladie mercilesse
At grate to stand, with whome no teares preuaile:
More worthy she to liue in lothsome Gaile
That murders such as sue to hir for lyfe,
And spoyles hir faithfull Friends wt spiteful knyfe.
Whose former faults repentance did bewaile:
More fitter were this Ladie mercilesse
At grate to stand, with whome no teares preuaile:
More worthy she to liue in lothsome Gaile
That murders such as sue to hir for lyfe,
And spoyles hir faithfull Friends wt spiteful knyfe.
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