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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. LVI.

AVISA.
Yes, so I will, you may be bold,
Nor will I vse such strange delaies;
But that you shall be quickly told,
How you shall frame your wandring waies:
If you will follow mine aduise,
Doubt not but you shall soone be wise.
To loue, excepting honest loue,
I can not yeeld, assure your mind;
Then leaue this frutelesse sute to moue,
Least like to Sysyphus you find,
With endlesse labour, gainelesse paine,
To role the stone that turnes againe.
You want no yeares, but rather wit,
And dew forecast in that you seeke,
To make your choice that best may fit,
And this is most that I mislieke;
If you be free, liue where you list,
But still beware of, Had I wist.
Serue God, and call to him for grace,
That he may stay your slipperie slides,
From treading out that sinfull trace,
That leades where endlesse sorrowe bides,
Thus shall you wisely guide your feete;
Though youth and wisedome seldome meete.


And if you find, you haue no gift,
To liue a chast and matelesse life,
Yet feare to vse vnlawfull shift,
But marry with some honest wife,
With whom you may contented liue,
And wandring mind from folly driue.
Fly present pleasure that doth bring
Insuing sorrow, paine and griefe;
Of death beware the poys'ned sting,
That hatcheth horror sance reliefe,
Take this of me, and in the end
I shall be thought your chiefest frend.