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 XXXIII.
The 2. letter of D. B. to hard harted AVISA farewell.
I find
it true, that some haue said,
It's hard to loue, and to be wise,
For wit is oft by loue betraid,
And brought a sleepe, by fond deuise,
Sith faith no fauour can procure,
My patience must, my paine indure.
It's hard to loue, and to be wise,
For wit is oft by loue betraid,
And brought a sleepe, by fond deuise,
Sith faith no fauour can procure,
My patience must, my paine indure.
When womens wits haue drawne the plot,
And of their fancie laid the frame,
Then that they holde, where good or not,
No force can moue them from the same:
So you, because you first denide,
Do thinke it shame, for that to slide.
And of their fancie laid the frame,
Then that they holde, where good or not,
No force can moue them from the same:
So you, because you first denide,
Do thinke it shame, for that to slide.
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As faithfull friendship mou'd my tongue,
Your secret loue, and fauour craue;
And as I neuer did you wrong,
This last request so let me haue;
Let no man know what I did moue,
Let no man know, that I did loue;
Your secret loue, and fauour craue;
And as I neuer did you wrong,
This last request so let me haue;
Let no man know what I did moue,
Let no man know, that I did loue;
That I will say, this is the worst,
When this is said, then all is past,
Thou proud Auisa, were the first,
Thou hard Auisa, art the last,
Though thou in sorrow make me dwell,
Yet loue will make me wish thee well.
When this is said, then all is past,
Thou proud Auisa, were the first,
Thou hard Auisa, art the last,
Though thou in sorrow make me dwell,
Yet loue will make me wish thee well.
Write not againe, except you write,
This onely gentle word, I will,
This onely word will bring delite,
The rest will breede but sorrow still,
God graunt you gaine that you desire,
By keeping that, which I require.
This onely gentle word, I will,
This onely word will bring delite,
The rest will breede but sorrow still,
God graunt you gaine that you desire,
By keeping that, which I require.
Yet will I listen now and then,
To see the end, my mind will craue,
Where you will yeeld to other men,
The thing that I could neuer haue.
But what to me? where false or true,
Where liue or die, for aye Adue.
To see the end, my mind will craue,
Where you will yeeld to other men,
The thing that I could neuer haue.
But what to me? where false or true,
Where liue or die, for aye Adue.
Fortuna ferenda. D. B.
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