The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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N. O. his visitation of A. O. by writing.
Nere drownd in dūps of drowsines, shal Morpheus bind my hedWith kercher dipte in Limbo lake? shall drowsy dumps forbed
My penne to shewe the zelous loue which I to thee do beare?
No no: if Dytis dungeon darke did hedge thee in to feare
I woulde not yeelde my liuely spirites: for why? not Tartars denne,
Not Cerberus he, Auerne deepe, nor yet the Gorgon fenne,
Not Plutoes grisly gates I say, nor yet Megera fierce,
The Stygian poole, with thousand more, which now for to reherse
It were too long: not Phlegethons flame shuld bar me fro thy sight,
But needes I would aduenture all to winne thee in despight.
Wherfore accept my willing pen descrying thus my hart,
Until my corps doth come in place, and maketh good his part.
Thus fare you well my gemme of ioy, the fountayn of delight.
Farewell once more, thou wel of lyfe, thus takes my pen his flight.
Fil vp my lampe with oyle of grace.
N. O. whome I vowe to be, Your loyall he. Adewe.
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