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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H. W.
With
oken planckes to plane the waues,
What Neptunes rage could I haue fear'd
To quell the gulfe that rudely raues,
What perill could haue once appear'd?
But now that I am left alone;
Bare thoughts enforce my hart to grone.
What Neptunes rage could I haue fear'd
To quell the gulfe that rudely raues,
What perill could haue once appear'd?
But now that I am left alone;
Bare thoughts enforce my hart to grone.
With thee to passe the chamfered groundes,
What force or feare could me restraine?
With thee to chase the Scillan houndes,
Me thinkes it were a pleasant paine,
This was my thought, this is my loue,
Which none but death, can yet remoue.
What force or feare could me restraine?
With thee to chase the Scillan houndes,
Me thinkes it were a pleasant paine,
This was my thought, this is my loue,
Which none but death, can yet remoue.
It then behoues my fainting sprite,
To lofty skyes returne againe,
Sith onely death bringes me delite,
Which louing liue in curelesse paine,
VVhat hap to strangers is assind,
If knowne frendes doo such fauour find.
To lofty skyes returne againe,
Sith onely death bringes me delite,
Which louing liue in curelesse paine,
VVhat hap to strangers is assind,
If knowne frendes doo such fauour find.
How often haue my frendly mates
My louing errours laught to scorne,
How oft for thee found I debates,
VVhich now I wish had beene forborne:
But this & more would I haue donne,
If I thy fauour could haue wonne.
My louing errours laught to scorne,
How oft for thee found I debates,
VVhich now I wish had beene forborne:
But this & more would I haue donne,
If I thy fauour could haue wonne.
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I saw your gardens passing fyne,
VVith pleasant flowers lately dect,
With Couslops and with Eglentine,
When wofull Woodbyne lyes reiect:
Yet these in weedes and briars meet,
Although they seeme to smell so sweet.
VVith pleasant flowers lately dect,
With Couslops and with Eglentine,
When wofull Woodbyne lyes reiect:
Yet these in weedes and briars meet,
Although they seeme to smell so sweet.
The dainty Daysy brauely springes,
And cheefest honour seemes to get,
I enuy not such frendly thinges,
But blesse the hand that these haue set:
Yet let the Hysope haue his place,
That doth deserue a speciall grace.
And cheefest honour seemes to get,
I enuy not such frendly thinges,
But blesse the hand that these haue set:
Yet let the Hysope haue his place,
That doth deserue a speciall grace.
Viui, Chi vince.
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