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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. XXV.

D. B. A French man.
VVhat you suspect, I can not tell,
What I doe meane, you may perceiue,
My workes shall shew, I wish you well,
If well ment loue you list receiue,
I haue beene long in secret mind,
And would be still your secret frind.
My loue should breed you no disgrace,
None should perceiue our secret plaie,
We would obserue both time and place,
That none our dealings should bewraie,
Be it my fortune, or my fault,
Loue makes me venter this assault.

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You mistresse of my doubtfull chance,
You Prince of this my soules desire,
That lulls my fancie in a trance,
The marke whereto my hopes aspire,
You see the sore, whence springs my griefe
You weld the sterne of my reliefe.
The grauest men of former time,
That liu'd with fame, and happie life,
Haue thought it none, or pettie crime,
To loue a friend besides their wife,
Then sith my wife you can not be,
As dearest friend accompt of me.
You talke of sinne, and who doth liue,
Whose dayly steps slide not awrie?
But too precise, doth deadly grieue,
The hart that yeelds not yet to die,
When age drawes on, and youth is past,
Then let vs thinke of this at last.
The Lord did loue King Dauid well,
Although he had more wiues then one:
King Solomon that did excell,
For wealth and wit, yet he alone;
A thousand wiues and friends possest,
Yet did he thriue, yet was he blest.