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. LXIIII.
AVISA.54
What witlesse errors do possesse
The wretched minds of louing fooles,
That breathlesse runne to such distresse,
That liuely heate fond sorrowe cooles?
They reke not where they stand or fall,
Deny them loue, take life and all.
The wretched minds of louing fooles,
That breathlesse runne to such distresse,
That liuely heate fond sorrowe cooles?
They reke not where they stand or fall,
Deny them loue, take life and all.
It seemes a death to change their mind,
Or alter once their foolish will,
Such od conceites they seeke to find,
As may their childish fancies fill,
It makes me smile thus, now and then,
To see the guise of foolish men.
Or alter once their foolish will,
Such od conceites they seeke to find,
As may their childish fancies fill,
It makes me smile thus, now and then,
To see the guise of foolish men.
I can not stoupe to wandring lure;
My mind is one, and still the same;
While breath, while life, while daies indure,
I will not yeeld to worke my shame,
Then if you striue and stirre in vaine,
Blame but the fruites of idle braine.
My mind is one, and still the same;
While breath, while life, while daies indure,
I will not yeeld to worke my shame,
Then if you striue and stirre in vaine,
Blame but the fruites of idle braine.
If I do sometimes looke awrie,
As loth to see your blobered face,
And loth to heare a yong man crie,
Correct for shame this childish race,
And though you weepe and waile to mee,
Yet let not all these follies see.
As loth to see your blobered face,
And loth to heare a yong man crie,
Correct for shame this childish race,
And though you weepe and waile to mee,
Yet let not all these follies see.
Good Harry leaue these raging toyes,
That thus from restlesse fancie flow,
Vnfit for men, not meete for boyes,
And let's a while talke wisely now;
If that you loue me as you say,
Then cease such madnes to bewray.
That thus from restlesse fancie flow,
Vnfit for men, not meete for boyes,
And let's a while talke wisely now;
If that you loue me as you say,
Then cease such madnes to bewray.
If honest loue could breed content,
And frame a liking to your will,
I would not sticke to giue consent,
To like you so, and loue you still,
But while lust leades your loue awrie,
Assure your selfe, I will denie.
And frame a liking to your will,
I would not sticke to giue consent,
To like you so, and loue you still,
But while lust leades your loue awrie,
Assure your selfe, I will denie.
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