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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. XXXVI.

D. H.
The lymed bird, by foulers traine,
Intrapt by view of pleasant baite,
Would faine vnwind himselfe againe;
But feeles too late the hid desaite:
So I haue found the clasping lyme,
That will sticke fast for longer tyme.
There is a floud, whose riuers runne,

In Italy is a certaine water that falleth into the Riuer Anion, of colour white, and at first seemes to bee wonderfull colde, but being a while in it, it heateth the body more extreàmely. Leonicus de væria Histor.


Like streames of Milke, and seemes at first,
Extreamely colde, all heate to shunne,
But stay a while, and quench your thirst,
Such vehement heate there will arise,
As greater heate none may deuise.
These strange effects I find inrold,
Within this place, since my returne,
My first affections were but cold,
But now I feele them fiercely burne,
The more you make such strange retire,
The more you draw my new desire.
You thinke perchance I doe but iest,
Or I your secrets will bewray,
Or hauing got that I request,
With false Aeneas steale away,
If you suspect that I will range,
Let God forsake me, when I change.


I will not bost me of my wealth,
You shall no Gold nor Iewels want,
You see I am in perfect health,
And if you list to giue your grant,
A hundreth pounds shall be your hire,
But onely doe that I require.
And here's a Bracelet to begin,
Worth twentie Angels to be sold,
Besides the rest, this shall you win,
And other things not to be told,
And I will come but now and then,
To void suspect, none shall know when.