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 reiected louer, determineth, either to purchase
his Ladies speedie reconcilement, or els desperatly to die.
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The reiected louer, determineth, either to purchase his Ladies speedie reconcilement, or els desperatly to die.
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thee, deere dame, faine would I learne the trueth,
If hee that bringes, the innocent in band,
Or (so betrayde) who slayeth him faunce ruth,
Is thought herein to haue the bloudiest hand?
If hee that doth, the faultlesse first betray,
Then cruell, note the wordes, that I shall say.
If hee that bringes, the innocent in band,
Or (so betrayde) who slayeth him faunce ruth,
Is thought herein to haue the bloudiest hand?
If hee that doth, the faultlesse first betray,
Then cruell, note the wordes, that I shall say.
I am the man, that longe can hardly liue,
You with your scorne, betrayde mee to despaire,
Then though my hand the deadly wound do giue,
The murtherer, it wilbe said you are,
But if you shame, such fowle report to proue,
Now yeeld, sweete wench, or neuer graunt to loue.
You with your scorne, betrayde mee to despaire,
Then though my hand the deadly wound do giue,
The murtherer, it wilbe said you are,
But if you shame, such fowle report to proue,
Now yeeld, sweete wench, or neuer graunt to loue.
Behold the blade, that shall confirme my faith,
My woes consent, in wanton yeares to die,
I liue to heare, but what your aunsweare saith,
Once lapt therein, my life or death doth lie,
For trust mee now, I (wretched) haue decreede,
To winne your loue, or else to die with speede.
My woes consent, in wanton yeares to die,
I liue to heare, but what your aunsweare saith,
Once lapt therein, my life or death doth lie,
For trust mee now, I (wretched) haue decreede,
To winne your loue, or else to die with speede.
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