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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In amore tormentum.
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In amore tormentum.
Even as the gnattes, that flie into the blaze,
Doe burne their winges and fall into the fire:
So, those too muche on gallant showes that gaze,
Are captiues caught, and burne in their desire:
And suche as once doe feele this inwarde warre,
Thoughe they bee cur'de, yet still appeares the scarre.
Doe burne their winges and fall into the fire:
So, those too muche on gallant showes that gaze,
Are captiues caught, and burne in their desire:
And suche as once doe feele this inwarde warre,
Thoughe they bee cur'de, yet still appeares the scarre.
For wanton Love althoughe hee promise ioies,
Yet hee that yeeldes in hope to finde it true,
His pleasures shalbee mated with annoyes;
And sweetes suppos'de, bee mix'd, with bitter rue:
Bicause, his dartes not all alike, doe wounde:
For so the frendes of coye Aspasia founde.
Yet hee that yeeldes in hope to finde it true,
His pleasures shalbee mated with annoyes;
And sweetes suppos'de, bee mix'd, with bitter rue:
Bicause, his dartes not all alike, doe wounde:
For so the frendes of coye Aspasia founde.
They lou'd, shee loth'de: they crau'd, shee still deni'de.
They sigh'd, shee songe: they spake, shee stopt her eare
They walk'd, shee satte: they set, awaye shee hi'de.
Lo this their bale, which was her blisse, you heare.
O loue, a plague, thoughe grac'd with gallant glosse,
For in thy seates a snake is in the mosse.
They sigh'd, shee songe: they spake, shee stopt her eare
They walk'd, shee satte: they set, awaye shee hi'de.
Lo this their bale, which was her blisse, you heare.
O loue, a plague, thoughe grac'd with gallant glosse,
For in thy seates a snake is in the mosse.
Then stoppe your eares, and like Vlisses waulke,
The Syreenes tunes, the carelesse often heares:
Crocvta killes when shee doth frendly taulke:
The Crocodile, hathe treason in her teares.
In gallant fruicte, the core is ofte decay'd;
Yea poison ofte in cuppe of goulde assay'd.
The Syreenes tunes, the carelesse often heares:
Crocvta killes when shee doth frendly taulke:
The Crocodile, hathe treason in her teares.
In gallant fruicte, the core is ofte decay'd;
Yea poison ofte in cuppe of goulde assay'd.
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Then, in your waies let reason strike the stroke,
Aspasia shonne, althoughe her face doe shine:
But, if you like of Hymenævs yoke,
Penelope preferre, thoughe spinninge twine,
Yet if you like, how most to liue in rest,
Hippolytvs his life, suppose the best.
Aspasia shonne, althoughe her face doe shine:
But, if you like of Hymenævs yoke,
Penelope preferre, thoughe spinninge twine,
Yet if you like, how most to liue in rest,
Hippolytvs his life, suppose the best.
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