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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
 

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To his Ring giuen to his Ladie, wherein was grauen this Verse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

To his Ring giuen to his Ladie, wherein was grauen this Verse.

My hart is yours.

Though thou (my Ring) be small,
and slender be thy price:
Yet hast thou in thy compasse coucht
a Louers true deuice.
And though no Rubie red,
ne Turkesse trim thy top,
Nor other Iuell that commends
the golden Vulcans shop:
Yet mayst thou boldlye vaunt
and make a true report

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For mee that am thy Mayster yet
in such a semblant sort,
That aye (my hart is hirs)
of thee I aske no more:
My Pen and I will shew the reast,
which yet I keepe in store.
Be mindefull of thy charge,
and of thy Maysters case:
Forget not that (my hart is hirs)
though I be not in place.
When thou hast tolde thy tale
which is but short and sweete:
Then let my Loue coniect the reast
till she and I doe meete.
For as (my hart is hirs)
so shall it be for aye:
My hart, my hand, my lyfe, my limmes
are hirs till dying daye.
Yea when the spirite giues vp
and bodie breathes his last,
Say naythelesse (my hart is hirs)
when life and all is past.
Sit fast to hir finger,
But doe thou not wring her.