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 forsaken louer sheweth to what intent he weareth
Tawnie, bewraying the bondage that wanton Dames bring their thralles vnto.
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The forsaken louer sheweth to what intent he weareth Tawnie, bewraying the bondage that wanton Dames bring their thralles vnto.
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fancie once in fayre carnation stoode,
And trueth to say, I liued in delight,
But loe (such is the fruites of wanton moode)
Both Dye, and dayes, are chaunged with despight,
In Tawnie now, I forced am to goe,
(Forsaken wretch) my mystresse scorne to shoe.
And trueth to say, I liued in delight,
But loe (such is the fruites of wanton moode)
Both Dye, and dayes, are chaunged with despight,
In Tawnie now, I forced am to goe,
(Forsaken wretch) my mystresse scorne to shoe.
And would to God, who notes my wretched weedes,
Would wisely shunne, the baites that beautie lay,
Her sweete receites, an ill digestion breedes,
Once bound ynough, her thralles must needes obey,
Yea worse then that (though loue seeme nere so hott)
When all is done, forsaken is their lott.
Would wisely shunne, the baites that beautie lay,
Her sweete receites, an ill digestion breedes,
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Yea worse then that (though loue seeme nere so hott)
When all is done, forsaken is their lott.
This is the badge, that Creffids heyres do giue,
They lure with grace, and loose with deadly hate,
Beware of them you that in freedome liue,
If not, behold, a patterne of your fate,
Euen I my selfe, do weare this Tawnie hue,
To shewe I seru'd, a Cressid most vntrue.
They lure with grace, and loose with deadly hate,
Beware of them you that in freedome liue,
If not, behold, a patterne of your fate,
Euen I my selfe, do weare this Tawnie hue,
To shewe I seru'd, a Cressid most vntrue.
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