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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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The aunswere of a woman to hir Louer, supposing his complaint to be but fayned.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The aunswere of a woman to hir Louer, supposing his complaint to be but fayned.

You want no skill to paint
or shew your pangues with Pen,
It is a worlde to see the craft
that is in subtile men.
You seeme to write of woes
and wayle for deadly smart,
As though there were no griefe, but that
which gripes your faythlesse hart.
Though we but Women are
and weake by lawe of kinde,
Yet well we can discerne a Friende,
we winke, but are not blinde.
Not euery thing that giues
a gleame and glittering showe,
Is to be counted Gold in deede
this prouerb well you knowe:
Nor euery man that beares
a faire and fawning cheere,

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Is to be taken for a Friend
or chosen for a Feere:
Not euerie teare declares
the troubles of the hart,
For some doe weepe that feele no wo
some crie that taste no smart.
The more you seeme to me
in wofull wise to playne,
The sooner I perswade my selfe
that you doe nought but fayne.
The Crocodile by kinde
a floud of teares doth shed
Yet hath no cause of cruell crie
by craft, this Fiend is led.
For when the siely soule
that ment no hurt at all
Approcheth neere, the slipper ground
doth giue the beast a fall,
Which is no sooner done
but straight the monster vyle,
For sorrow that did weepe so sore
for ioy beginnes to smyle:
Euen so you men are woont
by fraude your friends to traine
And make in wise you could not sleepe
in carefull Couch for paine:
When you in deede doe nought
but take your nightly nap,

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Or hauing slept doe set your snare
and tylle your guilefull trap.
Your braynes as busie bee
in thinking how to snare
Us women, as your pillowes soft
and bowlsters pleasant are.
As for your dayes delights
our selues can witnesse well
To sundrie women sundrie tales
of sundrie iestes you tell:
And all to win their loues:
which when you doe attaine
Within a while you shew your kindes
and giue them vp in plaine.
A Fawcon is full hard
amongst you men to finde,
For all your maners more agree
vnto the Kytish kinde:
For gentle is the one
and loues his keepers hande,
But thother Busserdlike doth scorne
on Fawckners fist to stande.
For one good turne the one
a thousand will requite,
But vse the other nere so well
he shewth himselfe a Kite.
If Cresyd did amisse
the Troian to forsake

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Then Dyomedes did not well
that did the Ladie take.
Was neuer woman false,
but man as false as shee
And commonly the men doe make
that women slipper bee.
Wherefore leaue off your plaints
and take the sheete of shame
To shrowde your cloking harts from colde
and fayning browes from blame.
Yf she that reades this rime,
be wise as I coulde wishe,
She will auoyde the bayted hooke
that takes the biting fishe.
And shoon the lymed twig
the flying Foule that tyes
Tis good to feare of erie bush
where threed of thraldome lyes.