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, LXVI.
AVISA.
No more; no more, too much of this,
And is mine ynch become an ell?
If thus you writh my words amis,
I must of force, bid you farwell,
You shew in this your louing bent,
To catch at that, I neuer ment.
And is mine ynch become an ell?
If thus you writh my words amis,
I must of force, bid you farwell,
You shew in this your louing bent,
To catch at that, I neuer ment.
I thought at first, (but this my though
I must correct;) that simple loue,
In guilles hart these fits had wrought.
But I; too simple I, now proue,
That vnder shew of great good will,
My harts delight you seeke to spill.
I must correct;) that simple loue,
In guilles hart these fits had wrought.
But I; too simple I, now proue,
That vnder shew of great good will,
My harts delight you seeke to spill.
He loues me well, that tils a trap,
Of deepe deceite, and deadly baine,
In dreadfull daungers thus to wrap
His friend by baites of flering traine:
Though flattering tongues can paint it braue
Your words do shew, what loue you haue.
Of deepe deceite, and deadly baine,
In dreadfull daungers thus to wrap
His friend by baites of flering traine:
Though flattering tongues can paint it braue
Your words do shew, what loue you haue.
I must consent, and you will stay
My husbands death. Obtaining this,
You thinke I could not say you Nay:
Nor of your other purpose mis,
You are deceiu'd, and you shall trie,
That I such faith, and friends defie.
My husbands death. Obtaining this,
You thinke I could not say you Nay:
Nor of your other purpose mis,
You are deceiu'd, and you shall trie,
That I such faith, and friends defie.
Such fained, former, faithlesse plot
I most detest, and tell you plaine,
If now I were to cast my lot,
With free consent to chuse againe,
Of all the men I euer knew,
I would not make my choice of you.
I most detest, and tell you plaine,
If now I were to cast my lot,
With free consent to chuse againe,
Of all the men I euer knew,
I would not make my choice of you.
Let this suffice, and do not stay
On hope of that which will not be,
Then cease your sute, go where you may,
Vaine is your trust, to hope on me.
My choice is past, my hart is bent,
While that remaines to be content.
On hope of that which will not be,
Then cease your sute, go where you may,
Vaine is your trust, to hope on me.
My choice is past, my hart is bent,
While that remaines to be content.
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Now hauing tract the winding trace
Of false resemblance, giue me leaue,
From this to shew a stranger grace,
Then heretofore, you did perceaue,
Gainst frendlesse loue if I repyne,
The fault is yours, & none of myne.
Of false resemblance, giue me leaue,
From this to shew a stranger grace,
Then heretofore, you did perceaue,
Gainst frendlesse loue if I repyne,
The fault is yours, & none of myne.
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