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 complaint of a gentlewoman being with child, falsely forsaken.
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The complaint of a gentlewoman being with child, falsely forsaken.
What
gulfes of griefe, may well receiue,
The teares which I in vaine do spend,
What faithlesse wight, durst once deceiue,
By falsehoode foule, so firme a friend,
With lose, who wrayes how well shee lou'de,
When choise for chaunge his fancie moude.
The teares which I in vaine do spend,
What faithlesse wight, durst once deceiue,
By falsehoode foule, so firme a friend,
With lose, who wrayes how well shee lou'de,
When choise for chaunge his fancie moude.
Though reason would, I should refraine,
His blame, my shame, for to bewray,
Good Ladies yet, my pinching paine,
Inioynes mee here, the truth to say,
Whose wretched plight, and pensiue state,
Surmounteth farre, Queene Didoes fate.
His blame, my shame, for to bewray,
Good Ladies yet, my pinching paine,
Inioynes mee here, the truth to say,
Whose wretched plight, and pensiue state,
Surmounteth farre, Queene Didoes fate.
What meanst thou wretch, from ioy exilde,
To yeald vnto his fained teares?
With carelesse vowes why wert begilde,
And fearelesse othes, the traytor sweares,
Ere nuptial rites, whie didst thou trust,
His faith, and yeelde vnto his lust?
To yeald vnto his fained teares?
With carelesse vowes why wert begilde,
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Ere nuptial rites, whie didst thou trust,
His faith, and yeelde vnto his lust?
Thou Iason false by periurde flight,
Thou Theseus thefte, decypherest plaine,
I Dido wretch (thou Troyan knight)
Here equall griefes, in breast sustaine,
I iustly say, which wordes I rue,
All men be false, and none be true.
Thou Theseus thefte, decypherest plaine,
I Dido wretch (thou Troyan knight)
Here equall griefes, in breast sustaine,
I iustly say, which wordes I rue,
All men be false, and none be true.
The fruites ysprong, by our desire,
My wealth, thou waste, might moue thy hart,
To graunt, the rightes, which loue require,
And search a salue, to cure my smart,
But sith thy faith, thou doest forgoe,
Come death and end my wretched woe.
My wealth, thou waste, might moue thy hart,
To graunt, the rightes, which loue require,
And search a salue, to cure my smart,
But sith thy faith, thou doest forgoe,
Come death and end my wretched woe.
Yet Ladies all beware by mee,
To rue sweete woordes, of fickle trust,
My heaped harmes, let warning bee,
How filed talke, doth proue vniust,
And rule your loue by reasons lore,
Least future plagues, you do deplore.
To rue sweete woordes, of fickle trust,
My heaped harmes, let warning bee,
How filed talke, doth proue vniust,
And rule your loue by reasons lore,
Least future plagues, you do deplore.
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