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. XXX.
AVISA.
It makes me smile to see the bent,
Of wandring minds with folly fed,
How fine they faine, how faire they paint,
To bring a louing soule to bed;
They will be dead, except they haue,
What so (forsooth) their fancie craue.
Of wandring minds with folly fed,
How fine they faine, how faire they paint,
To bring a louing soule to bed;
They will be dead, except they haue,
What so (forsooth) their fancie craue.
If you did seeke, as you pretend,
Not friendlesse lust, but friendly loue,
Your tongue and speeches would not lend,
Such lawlesse actions, so to moue,
But you can wake, although you winke,
And sweare the thing, you neuer thinke.
Not friendlesse lust, but friendly loue,
Your tongue and speeches would not lend,
Such lawlesse actions, so to moue,
But you can wake, although you winke,
And sweare the thing, you neuer thinke.
To wauering men that speake so faire,
Let women neuer credit giue,
Although they weepe, although they sware,
Such fained shewes, let none belieue;
For they that thinke their words be true.
Shall soone their hastie credit rue.
Let women neuer credit giue,
Although they weepe, although they sware,
Such fained shewes, let none belieue;
For they that thinke their words be true.
Shall soone their hastie credit rue.
When ventring lust doth make them dare,
The simple wenches to betray,
For present time they take no care,
What they doe sweare, nor what they say,
But hauing once obtaind the lot,
Their words and othes are all forgot.
The simple wenches to betray,
For present time they take no care,
What they doe sweare, nor what they say,
But hauing once obtaind the lot,
Their words and othes are all forgot.
Let rouing Prince from Troyes sacke,
Whose fauning fram'd Queene Dido's fall,
Teach women wit, that wisdome lacke,
Mistrust the most, beware of all,
When selfewill rules, where reason sate,
Fond women oft repent too late.
Whose fauning fram'd Queene Dido's fall,
Teach women wit, that wisdome lacke,
Mistrust the most, beware of all,
When selfewill rules, where reason sate,
Fond women oft repent too late.
The wandring passions of the mind;
Where constant vertue bares no sway,
Such franticke fickle chaunges find,
That reason knowes not where to stay,
How boast you then of constant loue,
Where lust all vertue doth remoue?
Where constant vertue bares no sway,
Such franticke fickle chaunges find,
That reason knowes not where to stay,
How boast you then of constant loue,
Where lust all vertue doth remoue?
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