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 |
 |
|
|
|
The reiected louer, with earnest desire, pursues
the sight of his disdainfull Mystresse.
|
|
|
|
 | The Rocke of Regard |  |
The reiected louer, with earnest desire, pursues the sight of his disdainfull Mystresse.
The
dampe of dole, hath chaoked my delight,
Sharpe frumpes at frostes, doth nip my silly ioy,
My glymering grace, is darkned with despight,
Yea sullen thoughtes, my souereigne so accoy.
As mistes of scorne, still falleth on my faith,
My cleare conceiptes, are clowded oore with care,
And yet my heart, aye mee no power hath,
To shunne the storme, that sheweth all this scare.
O straunge effectes, of blinde affected loue,
To haunt the yll, whereby our mischiefes moue.
Sharpe frumpes at frostes, doth nip my silly ioy,
My glymering grace, is darkned with despight,
Yea sullen thoughtes, my souereigne so accoy.
As mistes of scorne, still falleth on my faith,
My cleare conceiptes, are clowded oore with care,
And yet my heart, aye mee no power hath,
To shunne the storme, that sheweth all this scare.
O straunge effectes, of blinde affected loue,
To haunt the yll, whereby our mischiefes moue.
74
Much like the flye, that buzzeth by the flame,
And makes a sport, to see the candle light,
Till she vnwares, be sindged in the same,
And so with death, doth buy her fond delight.
Or as the mouse, that frisketh by the trap,
At length is mou'd, to medle with the bayt,
Which weaues (God wot) the web of her mishap:
The bridge doth fal, and she is baind with weight,
Such sweete conceits, inticing sorrowes breede,
To sterne with woe, when ioy makes fare to feede.
And makes a sport, to see the candle light,
Till she vnwares, be sindged in the same,
And so with death, doth buy her fond delight.
Or as the mouse, that frisketh by the trap,
At length is mou'd, to medle with the bayt,
Which weaues (God wot) the web of her mishap:
The bridge doth fal, and she is baind with weight,
Such sweete conceits, inticing sorrowes breede,
To sterne with woe, when ioy makes fare to feede.
With which effectes, I finde my fancies witcht,
I feele the flame, yet can not shun the fire.
Th'inticing trap, I see on treason pitcht,
And yet the bayte to byte, I haue desire,
But (O yll hap) to worke my harmes increase,
Both mischiefes want, the forerecyted force,
I finde no death my sorrowes to appease,
And so my state, then other misers worse:
But sure my fault, or fate ordaines it so,
And therfore I, do take in worth this woe.
I feele the flame, yet can not shun the fire.
Th'inticing trap, I see on treason pitcht,
And yet the bayte to byte, I haue desire,
But (O yll hap) to worke my harmes increase,
Both mischiefes want, the forerecyted force,
I finde no death my sorrowes to appease,
And so my state, then other misers worse:
But sure my fault, or fate ordaines it so,
And therfore I, do take in worth this woe.
| The Rocke of Regard | |