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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CANT. IIII.
NOB.
Alas, good soule, and will yee so?
You will be chast Diana's mate;
Till time haue woue the web of woe,
Then to repent wil be too late,
You shew your selfe so foole-precise,
That I can hardly thinke you wise,
You will be chast Diana's mate;
Till time haue woue the web of woe,
Then to repent wil be too late,
You shew your selfe so foole-precise,
That I can hardly thinke you wise,
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You sprang belike from Noble stocke,
That stand so much vpon your fame,
You hope to stay vpon the rocke,
That will preserue a faultlesse name,
But while you hunt for needelesse praise,
You loose the Prime of sweetest daies.
That stand so much vpon your fame,
You hope to stay vpon the rocke,
That will preserue a faultlesse name,
But while you hunt for needelesse praise,
You loose the Prime of sweetest daies.
A merry time, when countrie maides
Shall stand (forsooth) vpon their garde;
And dare controll the Courtiers deedes,
At honours gate that watch and warde;
When Milke maids shal their pleasures flie,
And on their credits must relie.
Shall stand (forsooth) vpon their garde;
And dare controll the Courtiers deedes,
At honours gate that watch and warde;
When Milke maids shal their pleasures flie,
And on their credits must relie.
Ah silly wench, take not a pride,
Though thou my raging fancie moue,
Thy betters far, if they were try'd,
Would faine accept my proffered loue;
T'was for thy good, if thou hadst wist,
For I may haue whome ere I list.
Though thou my raging fancie moue,
Thy betters far, if they were try'd,
Would faine accept my proffered loue;
T'was for thy good, if thou hadst wist,
For I may haue whome ere I list.
But here thy folly may appeare,
Art thou preciser then a Queene:
Queene Ioane of Naples did not feare,
To quite mens loue, with loue againe:
And Messalina, t'is no newes,
Was dayly seene to haunt the stewes.
Art thou preciser then a Queene:
Queene Ioane of Naples did not feare,
To quite mens loue, with loue againe:
And Messalina, t'is no newes,
Was dayly seene to haunt the stewes.
And Cleopatra, prince of Nile,
With more then one was wont to play:
And yet she keepes her glorious stile,
And fame that neuer shall decaie,
What need'st thou then to feare of shame,
When Queenes and Nobles vse the same?
With more then one was wont to play:
And yet she keepes her glorious stile,
And fame that neuer shall decaie,
What need'st thou then to feare of shame,
When Queenes and Nobles vse the same?
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