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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A song of a Louer, wherein he shewes his loue tovvarde his Lady.
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A song of a Louer, wherein he shewes his loue tovvarde his Lady.
The
feathered foule that flies so hye
And floting fishe whiche swimmes so lowe,
When as their tyme they doe espye,
They take refuge for euery woe.
And floting fishe whiche swimmes so lowe,
When as their tyme they doe espye,
They take refuge for euery woe.
Yet I forlorne a dolefull wight,
Who liues in vayne vpon the earth,
Doe wishe me set farre from the light:
And ridde of this my spyring breath.
Who liues in vayne vpon the earth,
Doe wishe me set farre from the light:
And ridde of this my spyring breath.
For that no refuge can I finde,
Whiche will abate my raging woe,
Whiche forceth me to erre from kynde:
And eke from nature quite to goe.
Whiche will abate my raging woe,
Whiche forceth me to erre from kynde:
And eke from nature quite to goe.
If Hobbyes houer in the winde,
When as they seeke to get a praye:
Then am I sure of suche lyke kinde,
Theyr trade in me doth beare suche swaye.
When as they seeke to get a praye:
Then am I sure of suche lyke kinde,
Theyr trade in me doth beare suche swaye.
My Lady fayre whose shape doth shine
And glyster in my vading sighte,
Doth force my harte with woe to pine,
And biddes my ioyes at noone good nighte.
And glyster in my vading sighte,
Doth force my harte with woe to pine,
And biddes my ioyes at noone good nighte.
Yet houer I full oft in thayre
My Ladies hue whiche hedgeth in:
Hoping at length of hir so fayre,
The longed loue with ease to win.
My Ladies hue whiche hedgeth in:
Hoping at length of hir so fayre,
The longed loue with ease to win.
I stryde the streetes both long and wyde,
A stealed sight of hir to haue:
Escaping neyther tyme nor tyde,
But still I seeke for that I craue.
A stealed sight of hir to haue:
Escaping neyther tyme nor tyde,
But still I seeke for that I craue.
What though hir loue she sayde me nay,
When as I cravde it at hyr hande?
Of trothfull troth hope biddes me say,
That loue hath hedgde me in hir bande.
When as I cravde it at hyr hande?
Of trothfull troth hope biddes me say,
That loue hath hedgde me in hir bande.
A Prouerbe olde I beare in mynde,
The whiche I hope will be full true:
The fallyng out of louers kynde,
Is fayned wrath loue to renewe.
The whiche I hope will be full true:
The fallyng out of louers kynde,
Is fayned wrath loue to renewe.
If so it be, I lesse regarde
Hir frownyng lookes which fayned are,
If not, what then? my lucke is harde,
And harte from hope is lodged farre.
Hir frownyng lookes which fayned are,
If not, what then? my lucke is harde,
And harte from hope is lodged farre.
FINIS.
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