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 blameth his Ladies mistrust, wherin
is figured the passions of an earnest louer.
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The louer blameth his Ladies mistrust, wherin is figured the passions of an earnest louer.
What fancie fond did force your mynde,My deare to iudge me so vnkinde,
As one of wits bereau'd,
To breake the bendes of loyaltie,
As one deuoyd of honestie?
No, no, you are deceaud.
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Is linckt with true fidelitie,
By no meanes Iunos iealousie
A sunder may it part.
For since with you, I fell in loue,
Assigned by the Gods aboue,
My heart did neuer seeke to proue,
From yours once to start.
For proofe to try what I haue sayd,
Marke how my flesh, away doth fade,
And inward parts doth fret:
For who can hide the slankering fire,
But that it will shewe foorth his ire,
By vertue of his heate.
So those ypearst with Cupides dart,
Cannot so closely cloake their smart.
But that they must complaine,
Their scalding sighes, their sorowes shewe,
Their colour fading too and fro,
Beares witnesse of their paine,
Their sowre sitting in secrete nookes,
When others laugh, their lowring lookes,
Declares them caught in Cupides hookes,
And fare as men forlorne.
Their often making of their mone,
Their solemne sitting all alone,
In places secrete and vnknowne,
Still cursing they were borne.
Are tokens true the Poet sayth,
To whome these Turtles vowe their faith,
If fayning we may trust.
Certes these torments all men greeue,
And therefore sure I do beleeue,
Their sayings to be iust.
Wherfore to guerdon loyall loue,
My deare such fancies from you moue,
As Enuie late did faine.
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The heauens shall fall ere I vntrue,
My loyaltie will staine.
And time I trust will so prouide,
When eluish Enuie shall her hide,
From bale to blisse truth shall vs hide,
To top of Fortunes wheele.
Where we to banishe fell annoy,
Stil liue repleate with blissefull ioy,
Still lauding of the blinded boy,
Whose force we off did feele,
Till time obtaines that happy day,
Let no conceite your mynd affray,
In iudging me vntrue.
Which blessed houre shall hap with speede,
Or else my will shall want his meede,
And thus sweete wench adue.
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