Willobie His Avisa Or The true Picture of a modest Maid, and of a chast and constant wife. In Hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer heretofore published [by Henry Willoby] |
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 | Willobie His Avisa |  |
CANT. III.
AVISA
Your Honours place, your riper yeares,
Might better frame some grauer talkes:
Midst sunnie rayes, this cloud appeares;
Sweete Roses grow on prickly stalkes:
If I conceiue, what you request,
You aime at that I most detest.
Might better frame some grauer talkes:
Midst sunnie rayes, this cloud appeares;
Sweete Roses grow on prickly stalkes:
If I conceiue, what you request,
You aime at that I most detest.
My tender age that wants aduice,
And craues the aide of sager guides,
Should rather learne for to be wise,
To stay my steps from slipperie slides;
Then thus to sucke, then thus to tast
The poys'ned sap, that kils at last.
And craues the aide of sager guides,
Should rather learne for to be wise,
To stay my steps from slipperie slides;
Then thus to sucke, then thus to tast
The poys'ned sap, that kils at last.
I wonder what your wisdome ment,
Thus to assault a silly maide:
Some simple wench, might chance consent,
By false resembling shewes betraide:
I haue by grace a natiue shield,
To lewd assaults that cannot yeeld,
Thus to assault a silly maide:
Some simple wench, might chance consent,
By false resembling shewes betraide:
I haue by grace a natiue shield,
To lewd assaults that cannot yeeld,
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I am too base to be your wife,
You choose me for your secret frend;
That is to lead a filthy life,
Whereon attends a fearefull end:
Though I be poore, I tell you plaine,
To be your whore, I flat disdaine.
You choose me for your secret frend;
That is to lead a filthy life,
Whereon attends a fearefull end:
Though I be poore, I tell you plaine,
To be your whore, I flat disdaine.
Your high estate, your siluer shrines,
Repleate with wind and filthy stinke;
Your glittering gifts, your golden mynes,
May force some fooles perhaps to shrinke:
But I haue learnd that sweetest bayt,
Oft shrowds the hooke of most desayt.
Repleate with wind and filthy stinke;
Your glittering gifts, your golden mynes,
May force some fooles perhaps to shrinke:
But I haue learnd that sweetest bayt,
Oft shrowds the hooke of most desayt.
What great good hap, what happie time,
Your proffer brings, let yeelding maids
Of former age, which thought to clime,
To highest tops of earthly aids,
Come backe a while, and let them tell,
Where wicked liues haue ended well.
Your proffer brings, let yeelding maids
Of former age, which thought to clime,
To highest tops of earthly aids,
Come backe a while, and let them tell,
Where wicked liues haue ended well.
Shores wife, a Princes secret frend,
Faire Rosomond, a Kings delight:
Yet both haue found a gastly end,
And fortunes friends, felt fortunes spight:
What greater ioyes, could fancie frame,
Yet now we see, their lasting shame.
Faire Rosomond, a Kings delight:
Yet both haue found a gastly end,
And fortunes friends, felt fortunes spight:
What greater ioyes, could fancie frame,
Yet now we see, their lasting shame.
If princely pallace haue no power,
To shade the shame of secret sinne,
If blacke reproch such names deuoure,
What gaine, or glory can they winne,
That tracing tracts of shamelesse trade,
A hate of God, and man are made?
To shade the shame of secret sinne,
If blacke reproch such names deuoure,
What gaine, or glory can they winne,
That tracing tracts of shamelesse trade,
A hate of God, and man are made?
This onely vertue must aduaunce
My meane estate to ioyfull blisse:
For she that swaies dame vertues launce,
Of happie state can neuer misse,
But they that hope to gaine by vice,
Shall surely proue too late vnwise.
My meane estate to ioyfull blisse:
For she that swaies dame vertues launce,
Of happie state can neuer misse,
But they that hope to gaine by vice,
Shall surely proue too late vnwise.
The roote of woe is fond desire,
That neuer feeles her selfe content:
But wanton wing'd, will needes aspire,
To finde the thing, she may lament,
A courtly state, a Ladies place,
My former life will quite deface.
That neuer feeles her selfe content:
But wanton wing'd, will needes aspire,
To finde the thing, she may lament,
A courtly state, a Ladies place,
My former life will quite deface.
Such strange conceites may hap preuaile,
With such as loue such strong desayts,
But I am taught such qualmes to quaile,
And flee such sweete alluring bayts,
The witlesse Flie playes with the flame,
Till she be scorched with the same.
With such as loue such strong desayts,
But I am taught such qualmes to quaile,
And flee such sweete alluring bayts,
The witlesse Flie playes with the flame,
Till she be scorched with the same.
You long to know what grace you find,
In me, perchance, more then you would,
Except you quickly change your mind,
I find in you, lesse then I should,
Moue this no more, vse no reply,
I'le keepe mine honour till I die.
In me, perchance, more then you would,
Except you quickly change your mind,
I find in you, lesse then I should,
Moue this no more, vse no reply,
I'le keepe mine honour till I die.
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