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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A Gentlewoman falsely deceiued with faire
wordes, forsweareth hereafter to be wonne with flattering promises.
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A Gentlewoman falsely deceiued with faire wordes, forsweareth hereafter to be wonne with flattering promises.
Giue
me my worke, that I may sit and sowe,
And so escape, the traines of trustlesse men,
I finde too true, by witnesse of my woe,
How yt faire wordes, wt faithles works they blen,
Much Syren like, with sweete inticing call,
We sillie dames, to witch, and wrap in thrall.
And so escape, the traines of trustlesse men,
I finde too true, by witnesse of my woe,
How yt faire wordes, wt faithles works they blen,
Much Syren like, with sweete inticing call,
We sillie dames, to witch, and wrap in thrall.
O cruell friend, whose false of faith I rue,
Thou forcest me, to count all men vniust,
For if that vow or othe might make one true,
Thou vsedst such, as well might force to trust:
But I betrayd, by too farre trusting thee,
Wil hencefoorth take, faire words euen as they be.
Thou forcest me, to count all men vniust,
For if that vow or othe might make one true,
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But I betrayd, by too farre trusting thee,
Wil hencefoorth take, faire words euen as they be.
I will be deafe, though thousands sue for grace.
My sight as dym, if sights in silence plead,
Salt teares, no roth, within my hart shall place.
For this shall be my song, and dayly reade:
Poore I that liu'd, in thraldome linckt of yore,
Vnbound at length, will learne to loue no more.
My sight as dym, if sights in silence plead,
Salt teares, no roth, within my hart shall place.
For this shall be my song, and dayly reade:
Poore I that liu'd, in thraldome linckt of yore,
Vnbound at length, will learne to loue no more.
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