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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The louer wearied with a number of delayes, sues
vnto his Ladie for pitie, or otherwise her speedie denyall, by death to worke
a speedie dispatch of his languishing dayes.
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The louer wearied with a number of delayes, sues vnto his Ladie for pitie, or otherwise her speedie denyall, by death to worke a speedie dispatch of his languishing dayes.
If pitie may preuaile, to pearse your hart with ruth,Sweete maistres lend your listning eare, to heare your seruants truth,
Whose faith hath chose you iudge, and iurie if you please,
If not, desart, shal trye this cause, your deintie mynd to ease.
The whole record, is writ, for rasing with my teares,
My witnesse is, my withered corps, ny famished with feares,
A thousand sighes besides, in open court will sweare,
You are the Saint, which with my heart, I honour, loue, and feare.
Disdaine, that workes delayes, mistrust that moues my mone,
No witnesse hath to hinder right, but false suspect alone,
Yet boulstred vp by scorne, they scoffe my loyall loue,
And kept me play, with forreine frumpes, til prickt by neede to proue,
If pitie could procure, your heart, my harme to rue,
I found remorse, was preast to heare, the plaint before your view,
And now good Lady note, my witnesse and my woe,
If I deserue your loue for loue, giue verdite yea, or no,
For daunted with delayes, for hap or harme I iumpe,
And knowe you once if sullen will, my faythful loue doth frumpe:
I will not languish long, in cursed Cupides flame,
Death in despight, shall rid me dole, and you shall beare the blame,
But if with souereigne grace, you may your seruants state
Yeald recompence, of loue betimes, least liking come too late,
To coole his flaming harte, by Cupide set on fire,
Through heate whereof a Whetstone colde, consumes with hote desire.
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