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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Willobie His Avisa | ||
CANT XXXIX.
AVISA.
Then iugling mates do most deceaue,
And most delude the dazeled sight,
When vp they turne their folded sleeue,
With bared armes to woorke their slight,
When sharpe-set Foxe begins to preach,
Let goslings keepe without his reach.
And most delude the dazeled sight,
When vp they turne their folded sleeue,
With bared armes to woorke their slight,
When sharpe-set Foxe begins to preach,
Let goslings keepe without his reach.
And will you haue me set a day,
To feede your hope with vaine delayes?
Well, I will doo as you do say,
And posse you vp with fainting stayes,
That day shall breake my plighted faith,
That drawes my last and gasping breath.
To feede your hope with vaine delayes?
Well, I will doo as you do say,
And posse you vp with fainting stayes,
That day shall breake my plighted faith,
That drawes my last and gasping breath.
If you will hope, then hope in this,
Ile neuer grant that you require:
If this you hope, you shall not misse,
But shall obtaine your hopes desire,
If other hope you do retaine,
Your labor's lost, your hope is vaine.
Ile neuer grant that you require:
If this you hope, you shall not misse,
But shall obtaine your hopes desire,
If other hope you do retaine,
Your labor's lost, your hope is vaine.
The child that playes with sharpned tooles,
Doth hurt himselfe for want of wit,
And they may well be counted fooles,
That wrastle neere a dangerous pit:
Your loose desire doth hope for that,
Which I must needes deny you flat.
Doth hurt himselfe for want of wit,
And they may well be counted fooles,
That wrastle neere a dangerous pit:
Your loose desire doth hope for that,
Which I must needes deny you flat.
Send mee no tokens of your lust,
Such giftes I list not to receiue,
Such guiles shall neuer make me trust,
Such broad-layde baytes cannot deceiue,
For they to yeeld do then prepare,
That grant to take such proffred ware.
Such giftes I list not to receiue,
Such guiles shall neuer make me trust,
Such broad-layde baytes cannot deceiue,
For they to yeeld do then prepare,
That grant to take such proffred ware.
If this be it you haue to say,
You know my mynd which cannot change,
I must be gon, I cannot stay,
No fond delight can make me range,
And for a farewell, this I sweare,
You get not that I hold so deare.
You know my mynd which cannot change,
I must be gon, I cannot stay,
No fond delight can make me range,
And for a farewell, this I sweare,
You get not that I hold so deare.
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