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. LI.
H. W
Vnwonted lyking breedes my loue,
And loue the welspring of my griefe,
This fancy fixt none can remoue,
None send redresse, none giue reliefe,
But onely you, whose onely sight
Hath fors't me to this pyning plight.
And loue the welspring of my griefe,
This fancy fixt none can remoue,
None send redresse, none giue reliefe,
But onely you, whose onely sight
Hath fors't me to this pyning plight.
Loue oft doth spring from due desart,
As louing cause of true effect,
But myne proceeds from wounded hart,
As scholler to a nouell sect:
I bare that lyking, few haue bore,
I loue, that neuer lou'd before.
As louing cause of true effect,
But myne proceeds from wounded hart,
As scholler to a nouell sect:
I bare that lyking, few haue bore,
I loue, that neuer lou'd before.
I loue, though doubtfull of successe,
As blindmen grope to try the way;
Yet still I loue because I gesse,
You loue, for loue cannot denay,
Except you spring of sauadge kynd,
Whome no desartes, nor loue can bynd.
As blindmen grope to try the way;
Yet still I loue because I gesse,
You loue, for loue cannot denay,
Except you spring of sauadge kynd,
Whome no desartes, nor loue can bynd.
Of all the graces that excell,
And vertues that are cheefly best,
A constant loue doth beare the bell,
And makes his owner euer blest:
How blame you then the faithfull loue,
That hath his praise from God aboue.
And vertues that are cheefly best,
A constant loue doth beare the bell,
And makes his owner euer blest:
How blame you then the faithfull loue,
That hath his praise from God aboue.
Can you withstand what fates ordayne?
Can you reproue dame Natures frame?
Where natures ioyne, shall will disclaime?
Acquite my loue, beare they the blame,
That snuffe at faith, & looke so coy,
And count true loue but for a toy.
Can you reproue dame Natures frame?
Where natures ioyne, shall will disclaime?
Acquite my loue, beare they the blame,
That snuffe at faith, & looke so coy,
And count true loue but for a toy.
If fortune say it shal be so,
Then though you lyke, yet shall you yeeld,
Say what you list, you cannot go
Vnconquerd thus from Cupids field,
That loue that none could euer haue,
I giue to you, and yours I craue,
Then though you lyke, yet shall you yeeld,
Say what you list, you cannot go
Vnconquerd thus from Cupids field,
That loue that none could euer haue,
I giue to you, and yours I craue,
Willobie His Avisa | ||