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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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A Letter sent by Tymetes to his Ladie Pyndara at the time of his departure.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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A Letter sent by Tymetes to his Ladie Pyndara at the time of his departure.

Of Pennes I had good store,
ne Paper did I want
When I began to write to thee:
but Inck was somewhat scant.
Yet Loue deuisde a fetch,
a friendly sleight at neede:
For I with pointed Pensill made
my middle finger bleede.
From whence the bloud as from
a clouen Conduite flue,
And these fewe rude and skillesse lines
with quaking quill I drue.
Now Friend I must depart
and leaue this lyked lande:
Now canckred Hap doth force me take
a new founde toyle in hande.
Shee spites that I should liue,
or leade a quiet life:
Aye seeking how to breede my bale
and make my sorrowes rife.
From whence I passe I knowe,
a place of pleasant blisse,
But wither I shall I wote not well,
I know not where it is.

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Where she by Sea or Lande
me (cruell) will compell
To passe, or by the desart Dales,
were verie hard to tell.
But needes I must away,
the Westerne winde doth blowe
So full against my back that I
of force from hence doe go.
Yet naythelesse in pawne
(O Friend) I leaue with you
A faithfull hart, that lasting lyfe
will shewe it selfe as true,
As loouing earst it hath:
and if mee trust you dare,
Fill vp the emptie place with yours,
if you the same may spare.
Inclose it in my breast,
in safetie shall it lie:
And thou shalt haue thy hart againe,
if I doe chaunce to die.
Thus dubble is your gaine,
a dubble hart to haue:
To purchase thee another hart,
and eke thine owne to saue.
Liue mindefull of thy Friend,
forget not promise past:
Be stoute against the stubborne strokes
of frowarde Fortunes blast.

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Penelope be true
to thy Vlysses still:
Let no newe chosen Friend breake off
the threed of our good will.
Though I on seas doe passe,
the surge will haue no powre
To quench the flame that in my breast
increaseth day and howre.
And thus (the heart that is
your owne) doth wish thee well,
With good increase of blessed haps
sinister chaunce to quell.
Adue my chosen Friend,
if Fortune say Amen,
From hence I go thine owne, and will
thine owne returne agen.