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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 Louer voweth how so euer he be guerdoned to loue faithfully.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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The Louer voweth how so euer he be guerdoned to loue faithfully.

Vnthankfull though she were
and had disdainefull browe,
Regarding nought my constant hart,
ne forcing of hir vowe:
Since sowen is the seede
of faithfull friendships lore,
Vnconstant will I neuer be
ne breake my Hest therefore.
Let Fortune vse hir force
so Cupide stande mine ayde,
And Cyprid laugh with loouely looke,
I will not be afrayde.
By mee the Noble kinde
of man shall not be shamde,
Recorde through mee shall neuer force
our sequell be defamde.
Albe that I consume
my greene and growing youth,
Yea age and all without rewarde
yet nill I swarue my truth.
Eche that shall after come,
and liue when I am dust,
This louing hart shall well descrie
the Key of perfite trust.

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Hir, while my vitall breath
these fainting limmes shall mooue:
Yea, after death in hollow Uawte
ytombed, will I looue.
Force shee my seruice true
I force it not at all,
Rue she by ruth my dreerie life
or it to mercy call:
In stay my Loue shall stand,
I will not false my fayth,
Ne breake my former plighted hest
or promise to the death.
Disdaine shall neuer force
my friendship once awrie:
Ere that I craue immortall Gods
that ye will let me die.
Let Dido still complaine
Æneas broken Hest,
Of all that came to Carthage Coast
the most vnfaythfull guest.
Untrustie Theseus eke
let Ariadne cleepe,
Escaping from his friendly Feere
yled in slumbring sleepe:
So let Medea blame
the Knight that woon the Flise,
That forced naught at all in fine
hir cleapings and hir cries:

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Haue thou the faythfull hart
of thine assured Friend,
Ere he be of that retchlesse race
the Sunne awrie shall wende.
Where so thou yeelde him grace
or as an outcast shoon:
Expect his former plighted Hest
as thou tofore hast doon.
Loue will hee neuer blame
ne Venus lawes forgo,
Life sooner shall than loue decrease
his faith is fixed so.