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. beginning, A. O. followeth, crauing ayde of the Muses and chiefe Musitions.
He
Now
Venus with your ruffling Nimphes
Keepe backe Dianas dearlings deare:
And Muses graunt your ayding impes,
Our strings to tune and notes to reare:
With perfect deawe of Helicons well.
Where Poetes fayne your Muse to dwell.
Keepe backe Dianas dearlings deare:
And Muses graunt your ayding impes,
Our strings to tune and notes to reare:
With perfect deawe of Helicons well.
Where Poetes fayne your Muse to dwell.
She
Orpheus with thy Harpe in hande,
Arion also with the like,
Wrinche vp your strings, and make them stande
In egall heigth: Amphion strike
Thy twinckling Harpe with fingers small,
That ioyfull tunes may rise withall.
Arion also with the like,
Wrinche vp your strings, and make them stande
In egall heigth: Amphion strike
Thy twinckling Harpe with fingers small,
That ioyfull tunes may rise withall.
He
Me thinkes I heare Apollo graunt
Melodiously for to deuise,
And Venus bid Minerua vaunt,
So that no dolefull dumpes may rise:
The Muses likewise (graunting ayde,)
Doe bid strike vp, thus none denayde.
Melodiously for to deuise,
And Venus bid Minerua vaunt,
So that no dolefull dumpes may rise:
The Muses likewise (graunting ayde,)
Doe bid strike vp, thus none denayde.
What
man doth longer thinke, than he,
the weary winters nighte,
Whose cares forbiddes his eyes to sleepe?
what is a greater spighte
To him who thinkes he sayles in seas
whose waues of honye are,
Yet time purloynes his former ioy,
and brings him to despayre?
the weary winters nighte,
Whose cares forbiddes his eyes to sleepe?
what is a greater spighte
To him who thinkes he sayles in seas
whose waues of honye are,
Yet time purloynes his former ioy,
and brings him to despayre?
He
With gasing eyes for him to looke
whiche hath no care to come
To serue where no acceptance is
(as Ladies deale by some)
To be in bed and not to sleepe,
what greater griefe then this?
To die for wante of foode, and yet
he feedes on daintie dishe?
whiche hath no care to come
To serue where no acceptance is
(as Ladies deale by some)
To be in bed and not to sleepe,
what greater griefe then this?
To die for wante of foode, and yet
he feedes on daintie dishe?
She
To rue and rage, to frie and freese,
these are the louers panges:
Who dies himselfe and liues in hir
his life in suspence hangs.
Yet if he liue in after hope
his Ladies loue to gaine,
Then holdes his harte, and rendeth not
by direfull darte in twayne.
these are the louers panges:
Who dies himselfe and liues in hir
his life in suspence hangs.
Yet if he liue in after hope
his Ladies loue to gaine,
Then holdes his harte, and rendeth not
by direfull darte in twayne.
He
Hope looketh for requitance made
whiche oftentimes doth fayle,
Or else to gayne his harte againe
which were a luckie gayle.
But lesse than seldome seene it is,
what giuen doth not returne,
From womens handes, who rather had
to frie then else to turne.
whiche oftentimes doth fayle,
Or else to gayne his harte againe
which were a luckie gayle.
But lesse than seldome seene it is,
what giuen doth not returne,
From womens handes, who rather had
to frie then else to turne.
But what if neyther seeme to come,
and hope beginnes to faynte?
Then seeme they all to weept and wayle,
and teares with streakes doth paynte
Their lether cheekes are (profe declares,)
stale nature to prouoke,
Whose harte opprest with scalding sighes,
their throates doth seeme to choke.
and hope beginnes to faynte?
Then seeme they all to weept and wayle,
and teares with streakes doth paynte
Their lether cheekes are (profe declares,)
stale nature to prouoke,
Whose harte opprest with scalding sighes,
their throates doth seeme to choke.
He
Thus witlesse wightes doe breede their woe:
yea, riper yeares and setled heddes
Herein doe wante their skoking pointes,
whose glauncing eyes by rule forbeddes.
Thus trapte they let these wordes to flie:
oh get my graue in readinesse,
Remedilesse I die, I die,
I die remedilesse.
yea, riper yeares and setled heddes
Herein doe wante their skoking pointes,
whose glauncing eyes by rule forbeddes.
Thus trapte they let these wordes to flie:
oh get my graue in readinesse,
Remedilesse I die, I die,
I die remedilesse.
Finis.
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