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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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.
F
My ioyes are vnfayned,
And bannish my gryping:
G
My harte thou hast gayned,
In lieu of thy liking.
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.
F
My ioyes are vnfayned,
And bannish my gryping:
My harte thou hast gayned,
In lieu of thy liking.
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