A choice of emblemes, and other devises For the moste part gathered out of sundrie writers, Englished and Moralized. And divers newly devised, by Geffrey Whitney. A worke adorned with varietie of matter, both pleasant and profitable: Wherein those that please, maye finde to fit their fancies: Bicause herein, by the office of the eie, and the eare, the minde maye reape dooble delighte throughe holsome preceptes, shadowed with pleasant deuises: both fit for the vertuous, to their incoraging: and for the wicked, for their admonishing and amendment |
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Sæpius in auro bibitur venenum.
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Sæpius in auro bibitur venenum.
Heare Lais fine, doth braue it on the stage,
With muskecattes sweete, and all shee coulde desire:
Her beauties beames, did make the youthe to rage,
And inwardlie Corinthus set on fire:
Bothe Princes, Peeres, with learned men, and graue,
With humble sute, did Lais fauour craue.
With muskecattes sweete, and all shee coulde desire:
Her beauties beames, did make the youthe to rage,
And inwardlie Corinthus set on fire:
Bothe Princes, Peeres, with learned men, and graue,
With humble sute, did Lais fauour craue.
Not euerie one, mighte to Corinthus goe,
The meaninge was, not all mighte Lais loue:
The manchet fine, on highe estates bestowe,
The courser cheate, the baser sorte must prooue:
Faire Helen leaue for Menelavs grace,
And Coridon, let Mablie still imbrace.
The meaninge was, not all mighte Lais loue:
The manchet fine, on highe estates bestowe,
The courser cheate, the baser sorte must prooue:
Faire Helen leaue for Menelavs grace,
And Coridon, let Mablie still imbrace.
And thoughe, the poore maie not presume alofte,
It is no cause, they therefore shoulde dispaire:
For with his choise, doth Irvs ioye as ofte,
As dothe the Prince, that hathe a Venvs faire:
No highe estate, can giue a quiet life,
But God it is, that blesseth man, and wife.
It is no cause, they therefore shoulde dispaire:
For with his choise, doth Irvs ioye as ofte,
As dothe the Prince, that hathe a Venvs faire:
No highe estate, can giue a quiet life,
But God it is, that blesseth man, and wife.
Then make thy choise, amongste thy equalles still,
If thou mislike Dianas steppes to trace:
Thoughe Paris, had his Helen at his will,
Thinke howe his facte, was Ilions foule deface.
And hee, that moste the house of Lais hauntes,
The more he lookes, the more her face enchauntes.
If thou mislike Dianas steppes to trace:
Thoughe Paris, had his Helen at his will,
Thinke howe his facte, was Ilions foule deface.
And hee, that moste the house of Lais hauntes,
The more he lookes, the more her face enchauntes.
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