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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An aunswere to a Gentlewoman by loue constrained
to sue to him whom of late she scorned.
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An aunswere to a Gentlewoman by loue constrained to sue to him whom of late she scorned.
Nie
driuen to death by raging loue, reuiu'de by happie meanes,
I smile you seeke, yt earst you scornd, with those your siluer streames.
Now time performes, my words proue true, when as I was your thrall,
Your sugred ioyes, in flowting mee, would turne to bitter gall.
I smile you seeke, yt earst you scornd, with those your siluer streames.
Now time performes, my words proue true, when as I was your thrall,
Your sugred ioyes, in flowting mee, would turne to bitter gall.
Else not the name of Goddesse iust, dame Venus doth deserue,
Unlesse her seruauntes, shee aduaunce, and makes her foes to sterue.
Your scalding sighes, let witnes bee, what sorrowes I sustainde,
When as with pitious plaintes I shewd, ye panges that most mee painde.
Unlesse her seruauntes, shee aduaunce, and makes her foes to sterue.
Your scalding sighes, let witnes bee, what sorrowes I sustainde,
When as with pitious plaintes I shewd, ye panges that most mee painde.
But thou spronge vp of Tygers seede, ingratefull dame I say,
When as with teares, I su'de for grace, wouldst smile & goe thy way.
Now let mee laugh a while I pray, to see the plungde in paine,
This is the salue to cure the smart, that thou art like to gaine.
When as with teares, I su'de for grace, wouldst smile & goe thy way.
Now let mee laugh a while I pray, to see the plungde in paine,
This is the salue to cure the smart, that thou art like to gaine.
For why the childe, but younge once burnt, the fierie flame doth dreed,
So I once bounde and now am free, will tast no louers meed.
So I once bounde and now am free, will tast no louers meed.
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