University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Tragicall Tales translated by Tvrbervile

In time of his troubles out of sundrie Italians, with the Argument and Lenuoye to eche Tale
  
  

collapse section 
  
  
  
collapse section 
collapse section1. 
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section2. 
  
  
  
collapse section3. 
  
  
  
collapse section4. 
  
  
  
collapse section5. 
  
  
  
collapse section6. 
  
  
  
collapse section7. 
  
  
  
 8. 
 9. 
 10. 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
A farewell to a craftie, deceitfull Dame.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


153

A farewell to a craftie, deceitfull Dame.

As he that lothes the powders smel,
must neuer prease where Gunners bee:
So he that hates a double dame,
must neuer haue to do with thee.
For craft I see, is all thy care,
thy smoothest lookes be token guiles:
In womans wombe thou feedst a foxe,
that bites thy friend on whom he smiles.
Had Nature wist thy deep deceits
before thy birth, I thinke that kind,
To saue thy name, and ease thy friends,
had seald thine eies, and kept thee blind.
For what is she that beares a face
of greater trust, and more good will?
Yet who is she that hath a heart
more prone to pay the good with ill?
Thy beautie led me on to loue,
thy lookes allured my looking eyes:
Thy doublenesse now breeds despaire,
thy craft doth cause my wofull cries.
I could requite dissembling loue,
and gloze perhaps as well as you:
But that I take but small delight
to change mine ancient friends for new
Yet will I not be sorted so,

[153]

as stil to let my loue to losse,
I better know what mettall is,
than to exchange the gold for drosse.
Good will is euer woorth good will,
if both the ballance egall bee:
But sure too massie is my loue,
to make exchange of loues with thee.
Wherfore I say, vnknit the knot
wherwith thy loue was falsly tide,
Thou lackst a graine to make vp weight,
men say, (good measure neuer lide.)
Go seeke some other to deceiue,
too wel I know thy craftie call:
My mouth is very well in taste,
to iudge the hony from the gall.
That you are gall, I may auow,
for hony hath no bitter tast:
The wine of your good will is spent,
you keep the dregs for me at last.
Wherfore I do renounce the caske,
I leaue the lees for other men:
My hap was ill, my choice was worse,
I yeeld you vp to choose agen.