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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[Unfolde your courtesie oh amorous dame]
Thus beginneth their song.
FUnfolde your courtesie oh amorous dame,
Ioyne leagues of amity my deare by name.
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Unlace your loyalty, breake vp your loue,
For so fidelity it doth behoue.
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I can though I vaunt not,
G
So I though I graunt not,
May yeelde thy request.
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Dan Cupid constrayneth.
G
So Venus refrayneth
No tyme for to ieste.
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I ieste not,
G
I weste not,
Then it for to trie
I vowe this my harte within that doth lie,
Thine owne vndefiled and euer to be.
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Soone heate, soone colde I see,
Soone withered what redresse?
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This counsell giue I thee,
Suth like for like professe.
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My fancie layes liking, oh let thy suyte fall,
Withstand Cupides striking, oh giue him a fall.
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I ran not, nor will not, it pricketh myne harte,
I dare not, I may not, withstand that his darte.
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My fancie denayes thee,
F
But yet sithe I like thee
Oh say me not nay.
G
Affection scholeth
F
No reason it ruleth
To say me denay.
G
And what then?
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Be flatte then.
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No likyng I haue,
To wedde gaynst liking, your pardon I craue:
For good will deserueth good will for to haue.
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Then render loue for loue,
Els shall I die for woe:
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We see how pynes the doue,
But yet he dyes not tho.
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May nothing purchase grace my ioyes to renewe?
Shall pitty take no place? then pleasure adewe.
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Tis folly I tell thee you lull in your lappe,
It grieues me (beleeue me) that such was your happe.
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My bale then delightes me,
Curse Cupid that strucke thee,
To like for no gayne.
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That will not suffice me,
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That loue should so tyce thee,
The greater thy payne.
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I finde it:
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Untwyne it:
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A lasse I can not,
So Vulcanes nettes twyne me, that not a denay
Can force me to leaue thee, though twere my decay.
G
My fancie biddes auaunte,
You spende your winde in vayne.
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Though thus you seeme to taunt,
I hope your harte to gayne.
G
Ouer loued soone lost, betroth not your hande:
Least you gayne to your cost, a willow garland.
F
Alas, fancy moues me, to change for no newe,
But still for to loue thee, my payne to renewe.
G
And what though you change not?
F
The harder were my lotte
Thus farre for to range.
G
Your folly it harmeth:
F
Is wisedome you warneth,
Yet be not to strange.
G
I graunt it,
F
I vaunt it,
G
Then if you fayne not,
I vowe vndefiled thine owne for to bee:
Thy faith it shall bynde me agayne to loue thee.
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My ioyes are vnfayned,
And bannish my gryping:
My harte thou hast gayned,
In lieu of thy liking.
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Then coll me and kisse, whiche arte my delight:
Let flaunta, galanta, put sorrowes to flight.
G
In hope that Dame pleasure vs neuer will fayle,
Let flanta galanta stiffe holde vp our sayle.
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Then hoyste it and vaunt it:
G
Yea vaunt it, and graunt it:
With huff and with huff.
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To sport I beshrowe thee,
G
To flaunt it beleeue me,
I sit in my ruff.
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Then vaunt it,
G
I graunt it,
F all
So this liketh well:
Our sorrowes are squenched, with pleasaunt delight,
Huff, huff, let vs huff it, by day and by night.
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Let pleasure be hoysted,
New fangles deuised,
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Yea lette it be roysted,
And newe pastyme trysed:
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With all a flantare then let vs beginne,
Our goodes haue no ending, sing let vs not linne.
FINIS.
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