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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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That Time conquereth all things, saue the Louers paine.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

That Time conquereth all things, saue the Louers paine.

Was neuer Bull so fell
with wrinckle fronted face,
But Time would make him yeeld to yoke
and toyle the ground apace.
The Horse ybred in Holte
and fed in lustie Lease
In Time will champe the fomie Bit
his Riders will to please.

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The Lions that are woode
and raging in their kinde,
By trackt of Time their keepers know
in whome they friendship finde.
Those Beastes that come from Inde
and farthest partes of all,
In Time doe swerue their sauage sect
and to their dutie fall.
Time makes the Grape to growe
and Uine to spreade at large,
So that the skin scarse able is
to holde his inwarde charge:
So Ceres fruite doth sproute
by force of growing Time,
Which makes the strength of hidden seede
into the stalke to clime.
Time makes the tender twig
to bousteous Tree to grow:
It makes the Oke to ouerlooke
the slender shrubs bylow.
It frets the Culter keene
that cuts the froting soyle,
It forceth hardest Flint of all
and Marble to recoyle.
Time wreakefull wrath subdues
it breaketh angers gall,
And eche disease in Time hath helpe:
thus Time doth conquer all.

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Though these and other like
by processe are procurde,
Yet naythelesse my festred wounde
can not in Time be curde.
For that which sendeth salue
and comfort to the reast,
Doth cause my ranckling sore to rage
and dubble in my breast.
As Springs that from a Mount
doe take their downewarde sourse,
To whome there may no barre be founde
to stop their headlong course:
So Lordlike Loue ystaulde
and ceazde in yeelding minde
May not be dispossest againe,
such is his stately kinde.