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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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The absent louer in pawne of his constancie, sendeth his heart to his Ladie.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The absent louer in pawne of his constancie, sendeth his heart to his Ladie.

Receiue , deare dame, as gage of worthy loue,
This pyned hart, bepoudred all with teares,
Whose poesie is (No fate, my faith can moue)
A rare accorde, in prime of rouing yeres,
When fancie sets a thousand thoughts on fire,
When faith is choakt, with smoke of filthy change,
When folly fumes, when flameth fond desire,
When raging lust, beyond his bounds doth range,
When euery bayte beguileth, brainsicke youth,
When newe found loue, the olde exileth still,
When sugred wordes, are sauced with vntruth,
What straunge consent, subdude my wanton wil?
Forsooth (sweet wēch) this stay thy vertue wrought
Thy rare report, this Metamorphose made,
And lest my youth, should wrōg thee wt som thought
I vse this helpe, all vaine desires to vade,
In absence loe, to leaue with thee my hart,
That al my ioy, may liue where thou doest rest,
I likewise vse, to free thy hidden smart,
By secrete sighes, which flies from couert brest,
My hart to send, to ioyne in ayde with thine,
That thou mayst ioy, although in paine I pyne.