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The Rocke of Regard

diuided into foure parts. The first, the Castle of delight: Wherein is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the Garden of Vnthriftinesse: Wherein are many sweete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the Arbour of Vertue: Wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous Ladies and Gentlewomen, worthily commended. The fourth, the Ortchard of Repentance: Wherein are discoursed, the miseries that followe dicing, the mischiefes of quareling, the fall of prodigalitie: and the souden ouerthrowe of foure notable cousners, with diuers other morall, natural, & tragical discourses: documents and admonitions being all the inuention, collection and translation of George Whetstons
 

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[In bondage free I liue, yet free am fettered faste]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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[In bondage free I liue, yet free am fettered faste]

In bondage free I liue, yet free am fettered faste,
In pleasure paine, in paine I find a thousād pleasures plaste,
I frye, yet frosen am, I freese amid the fire,
I haue my wish and want my will, yet both as I desire,
I loue and liue by lokes, and loking workes my woe,
Were loue no god, this life were strange, but as he is, not so.
For through his aukward fitts, I suck such sweete in sower,
As I a yeare of dole would bide, to haue one lightning hower.
I like no life, but such, as worketh with his will,
His wil my wish, my wish to loue betyde good luck or ill,
No choyce shall make mee chaunge, or fancie new desire,
Although desire first blew the cole, that set my thoughtes on fire.
But fire, frostes and all, such calme contents doth moue,
As forst I graunt there is no life, to that is led in loue.
Yea base I thinke his thought, that would not gladly die,
To leade but halfe, of halfe an houre, in such delight as I.
Now thou deare dame, that workste, these sweete affectes in mee,
Touchsafe my zeale, that onely seeke, to serue and honour thee.
So shall my thralled brest, for fancies free haue scope,
If not, it helpes, I haue free will, to loue, and liue in hepe.
Roberto Rinaldo.