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. XL.
D. H. to AVISA. too constant.
Whyl'st
erst I had my libertie,
To range the woodes where fancy list,
The cause of all my miserie,
By heedlesse hast my way I mist,
Vntill I found within a plaine,
A Christall Well, where Nimphes remaine.
To range the woodes where fancy list,
The cause of all my miserie,
By heedlesse hast my way I mist,
Vntill I found within a plaine,
A Christall Well, where Nimphes remaine.
As weary of this wild-goose race,
That led a skance, I know not where,
I chose at length a shadow place.
To take the cold and pleasant ayre,
But from the brinke of that same well,
I saw my heauen, or els my hell.
That led a skance, I know not where,
I chose at length a shadow place.
To take the cold and pleasant ayre,
But from the brinke of that same well,
I saw my heauen, or els my hell.
I saw a byrde from ioyning groue,
That soaring came with comely grace,
The Lillie and Vermillion stroue,
In mayden-like and louely face,
With seemely armes in steed of winges,
No clawes, but fingers set with ringes.
That soaring came with comely grace,
The Lillie and Vermillion stroue,
In mayden-like and louely face,
With seemely armes in steed of winges,
No clawes, but fingers set with ringes.
And in her hand she held a dart,
As being of Diana's trayne,
O that's the cause of all my smart,
And breeder of this endlesse paine,
The thing I sought not, there I find,
And lost the freedome of my mind.
As being of Diana's trayne,
O that's the cause of all my smart,
And breeder of this endlesse paine,
The thing I sought not, there I find,
And lost the freedome of my mind.
While on her eies, my eies did hang,
From rolling eie there sprang a glance,
And therewith heard a sodayne clang,
That strake me in a deadly trance.
But wak't I sawe blind Cupids craft,
And in my hart the golden shaft.
From rolling eie there sprang a glance,
And therewith heard a sodayne clang,
That strake me in a deadly trance.
But wak't I sawe blind Cupids craft,
And in my hart the golden shaft.
I sewd for grace, but she deny'd.
Her laughty lookes she cast awry,
And when my folly she espy'd,
She laught to see my misery:
Away she soares, and from my sight
She smiling takes her parting flight.
Her laughty lookes she cast awry,
And when my folly she espy'd,
She laught to see my misery:
Away she soares, and from my sight
She smiling takes her parting flight.
You are the byrde that bred the bane,
That swelleth thus in restlesse thought,
You are the snare that thus haue tane,
And sences all to thraldome brought,
You are the Iaylor that do keepe
Your frend in bandes, and dungeon deepe.
That swelleth thus in restlesse thought,
You are the snare that thus haue tane,
And sences all to thraldome brought,
You are the Iaylor that do keepe
Your frend in bandes, and dungeon deepe.
Renowmed chaste Penelope,
With all her wordes could not redryue
Her sutors, till she set a day,
In which she would them answere giue,
When threedy spindle full was grow'n,
Then would she chuse one for her ow'n.
With all her wordes could not redryue
Her sutors, till she set a day,
In which she would them answere giue,
When threedy spindle full was grow'n,
Then would she chuse one for her ow'n.
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They dayly came to see the end,
And euery man doth hope to bee
The chosen man, to be her frend,
But womens wyles here men may see,
Her Spill was neuer fully spone,
For night vndid that day had done.
And euery man doth hope to bee
The chosen man, to be her frend,
But womens wyles here men may see,
Her Spill was neuer fully spone,
For night vndid that day had done.
I hope the like you haue decreed,
That found you spinning but of late,
Would God your Spill were full of threed,
That might releeue my wretched state,
I will forget the wronges are past,
So you will chuse me at the last.
That found you spinning but of late,
Would God your Spill were full of threed,
That might releeue my wretched state,
I will forget the wronges are past,
So you will chuse me at the last.
Chuse one at length, I know you will,
Let tryed faith for ten yeares space,
How euer that your spindle fill,
With ioy possesse that emptie place,
And if you will, I do protest,
My loue shall far surmount the rest.
Let tryed faith for ten yeares space,
How euer that your spindle fill,
With ioy possesse that emptie place,
And if you will, I do protest,
My loue shall far surmount the rest.
These lines that hope for better speed,
As louing spyes are sent to see,
Where you haue sponne vp all your threed,
And what good hap is left for mee:
Let there returne, yet make him glad,
Whome loues dispayre hath made so sad.
As louing spyes are sent to see,
Where you haue sponne vp all your threed,
And what good hap is left for mee:
Let there returne, yet make him glad,
Whome loues dispayre hath made so sad.
D.H.
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