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 | Diana of George of Montemayor |  |
The fifth Booke of Diana of George of Montemayor.
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[O vainest hopes, Alas, how many Daies]
O vainest
hopes, Alas, how many Daies
Haue I beene bondslaue to a braue Deceite?
And how, in vaine, haue these two wearied Eies
With show'rs of teares watred this pleasant Vale?
Appaid I am of cruell Loue, and Fortune,
And knowe not yet whereof I doe Complaine.
Haue I beene bondslaue to a braue Deceite?
And how, in vaine, haue these two wearied Eies
With show'rs of teares watred this pleasant Vale?
Appaid I am of cruell Loue, and Fortune,
And knowe not yet whereof I doe Complaine.
No small harmes I must passe, since I Complaine,
For, to endure, framed are all my Daies,
The traunces, and deceites of Loue and Fortune:
But whence Complaine I, of a braue Deceite,
Of such a Shepherdesse within this Vale,
On whom (to my great harme) I cast mine Eies?
For, to endure, framed are all my Daies,
The traunces, and deceites of Loue and Fortune:
But whence Complaine I, of a braue Deceite,
Of such a Shepherdesse within this Vale,
On whom (to my great harme) I cast mine Eies?
Yet am I much beholding to my Eies,
(Although with greefe of them I doe Complaine)
Since by their meanes I sawe within this Vale
The fairest thing, which neuer in my Daies
I thought to see, And this is no Deceite;
In proofe whereof, aske it of Loue and Fortune.
(Although with greefe of them I doe Complaine)
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The fairest thing, which neuer in my Daies
I thought to see, And this is no Deceite;
In proofe whereof, aske it of Loue and Fortune.
Though on the other side, in stable Fortune,
And time, occasion, and my dolefull Eies,
And not suspecting this most braue Deceite,
Caus'd all the ill, whereof I doe Complaine:
And so I thinke to end my wofull Daies,
Counting my greefes, and passions to this Vale.
And time, occasion, and my dolefull Eies,
And not suspecting this most braue Deceite,
Caus'd all the ill, whereof I doe Complaine:
And so I thinke to end my wofull Daies,
Counting my greefes, and passions to this Vale.
If that the riuer, hill, the meade, and Vale.
Earth, heauen, and fate, and cruell Loue, and Fortune,
The howers, and the moments, yeeres, and Daies,
My soule, my hart, and these two wearied Eies,
Doe aggrauate my greefe when I Complaine,
Who then can say, I liue by fond Deceite?
Earth, heauen, and fate, and cruell Loue, and Fortune,
The howers, and the moments, yeeres, and Daies,
My soule, my hart, and these two wearied Eies,
Doe aggrauate my greefe when I Complaine,
Who then can say, I liue by fond Deceite?
Deceiu'd I was, but this was no Deceite,
For, that I haue beheld within this Vale
So rare perfection, I doe not Complaine,
But to behold, how Loue and cruell Fortune
Would signifie vnto these wearied Eies,
That there should come a helpe after some Daies.
For, that I haue beheld within this Vale
So rare perfection, I doe not Complaine,
But to behold, how Loue and cruell Fortune
Would signifie vnto these wearied Eies,
That there should come a helpe after some Daies.
And now the yeeres are past, the months, and Daies,
Vpon this confidence, and cleere Deceite:
Wearie with weeping are my watrie Eies:
Wearie to heare me is the hill, and Vale.
And in the end thus answered of false Fortune,
Iesting at that, whereof I doe Complaine.
Vpon this confidence, and cleere Deceite:
Wearie with weeping are my watrie Eies:
Wearie to heare me is the hill, and Vale.
And in the end thus answered of false Fortune,
Iesting at that, whereof I doe Complaine.
But wofull man, whereof doe I Complaine,
But of the length of my prolonged Daies?
Perhaps, a slaue to me is cruell Fortune,
That for my fault she must pay this Deceite?
Went he not free, exempted in this Vale,
Who did command me to lift vp mine Eies?
But of the length of my prolonged Daies?
Perhaps, a slaue to me is cruell Fortune,
That for my fault she must pay this Deceite?
Went he not free, exempted in this Vale,
Who did command me to lift vp mine Eies?
But who againe can tame his greedie Eies,
Or can I liue, if I doe not Complaine
Of th' ill, which Loue hath done me in this Vale.
Curst be that ill, that lastes so many Daies:
But death cannot (if this be no Deceite)
Stay long to giue an end vnto my Fortune.
Or can I liue, if I doe not Complaine
Of th' ill, which Loue hath done me in this Vale.
Curst be that ill, that lastes so many Daies:
But death cannot (if this be no Deceite)
Stay long to giue an end vnto my Fortune.
Calmes wonted are to come after hard Fortune,
But neuer shall be viewed of mine Eies.
(Nor yet I thinke to fall in this Deceite)
O well, let the first suffice, which I Complaine,
And will (faire Shepherdesse) as many Daies,
As the remembrance lasteth of this Vale.
But neuer shall be viewed of mine Eies.
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O well, let the first suffice, which I Complaine,
And will (faire Shepherdesse) as many Daies,
As the remembrance lasteth of this Vale.
If (Shepherdesse) that day, when in this Vale
I did behold thee (to my hardest Fortune
The finall end had come of all my Daies,
Or I had lesse beheld those coyest Eies,
The cause should cease, whereof I doe Complaine,
And I would fall no more into Deceite.
I did behold thee (to my hardest Fortune
The finall end had come of all my Daies,
Or I had lesse beheld those coyest Eies,
The cause should cease, whereof I doe Complaine,
And I would fall no more into Deceite.
But purposing to worke me this Deceite,
When by and by thou sawest me in this Vale,
Milde thou didst seeme: See then if I Complaine
Vniustly of false Loue, and cruell Fortune?
And now I knowe not, why thou turn'st thine Eies
Away, vnlesse thou greeuest at my Daies.
When by and by thou sawest me in this Vale,
Milde thou didst seeme: See then if I Complaine
Vniustly of false Loue, and cruell Fortune?
And now I knowe not, why thou turn'st thine Eies
Away, vnlesse thou greeuest at my Daies.
My song of Loue and Fortune I Complaine,
And since a braue Deceite so many Daies
Did last, water mine Eies this hill and Vale.
And since a braue Deceite so many Daies
Did last, water mine Eies this hill and Vale.
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[When that I poore soule was borne]
When
that I poore soule was borne,
I was borne vnfortunate:
Presently the Fates had sworne
To foretell my haplesse state.
I was borne vnfortunate:
Presently the Fates had sworne
To foretell my haplesse state.
Titan his faire beames did hide,
Phœbe 'clips'd her siluer light,
In my birth my mother dide,
Yong, and faire in heauie plight.
Phœbe 'clips'd her siluer light,
In my birth my mother dide,
Yong, and faire in heauie plight.
And the nurse, that gaue me sucke,
Haplesse was in all her life:
And I neuer had good lucke
Being maide or married wife.
Haplesse was in all her life:
And I neuer had good lucke
Being maide or married wife.
I lou'd well, and was belou'd,
And forgetting, was forgot:
This a haplesse marriage mou'd,
Greeuing that it kils me not.
And forgetting, was forgot:
This a haplesse marriage mou'd,
Greeuing that it kils me not.
With the earth would I were wed,
Then in such a graue of woes
Daily to be buried,
Which no end nor number knowes.
Then in such a graue of woes
Daily to be buried,
Which no end nor number knowes.
Yong my father married me,
Forc't by my obedience:
Syrenus, thy faith, and thee
I forgot, without offence.
Forc't by my obedience:
Syrenus, thy faith, and thee
I forgot, without offence.
Which contempt I pay so far,
Neuer like was paide so much:
Iealousies doe make me war,
But without a cause of such.
Neuer like was paide so much:
Iealousies doe make me war,
But without a cause of such.
I doe goe with iealous eies
To my foldes, and to my sheepe,
And with iealousie I rise,
When the day begins to peepe.
To my foldes, and to my sheepe,
And with iealousie I rise,
When the day begins to peepe.
At his table I doe eate,
In his bed with him I lie,
But I take no rest, nor meate,
Without cruell iealousie.
In his bed with him I lie,
But I take no rest, nor meate,
Without cruell iealousie.
If I aske him what he ailes,
And whereof he iealous is?
In his answere then he failes:
Nothing can he say to this.
And whereof he iealous is?
In his answere then he failes:
Nothing can he say to this.
In his face there is no cheere,
But he euer hangs the head:
In each corner he doth peere,
And his speech is sad and dead.
But he euer hangs the head:
In each corner he doth peere,
And his speech is sad and dead.
Ill the poore soule liues ywisse,
That so hardly married his.
That so hardly married his.
136
[Now Loue, and fortune turne to me againe]
Now Loue, and fortune turne to me againe,And now each one enforceth and assures
A hope, that was dismaied, dead, and vaine:
And from the harbour of mishaps recures
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With vnexpected gladnes, that adiures
My soule to lay aside her mourning tire,
And senses to prepare a place for ioy.
Care in obliuion endlesse shall expire:
For euery greefe of that extreme annoy,
Which when my torment raign'd, my soule (alas)
Did feele, the which long absence did destroy,
Fortune so well appaies, that neuer was
So great the torment of my passed ill,
As is the ioy of this same good I passe.
Returne my hart, sur saulted with the fill
Of thousand great vnrests, and thousand feares:
Enioy thy good estate, if that thou will:
And wearied eies, leaue of your burning teares,
For soone you shall behold her with delight,
For whom my spoiles with glorie Cupid beares.
Senses which seeke my star so cleere and bright,
By making heere and there your thoughts estray,
Tell me, what will you feele before her sight?
Hence solitarinesse, torments away
Felt for her sake, and wearied members cast
Of all your paine, redeem'd this happy day.
O stay not time but passe with speedie hast,
And Fortune hinder not her comming now.
O God, betides me yet this greefe at last?
Come my sweete Shepherdesse, the life which thou
(Perhaps) didst thinke was ended long ago,
At thy commaund is ready still to bow.
Comes not my Shepherdesse desired so?
O God what if she's lost, or if she stray
Within this wood, where trees so thicke doe growe?
Or if this Nymph, that lately went away,
Perhaps forgot to go and seeke her out.
No, no, in her obliuion neuer lay.
Thou onely art my Shepherdesse about
Whose thoughts my soule shall finde her ioy and rest:
Why comm'st not then to assure it from doubt?
O see'st thou not the sunne passe to the vvest,
And if it passe, and I behold thee not,
Then I my vvonted torments vvill request
And thou shalt vvaile my hard and heauie lot.
139
The Glosse.
What
motions, times and changes,
What waies, what vncouth ranges,
What slights, what disillusions,
What gladnes (in conclusions)
Haue risen of such sorrowes?
One faith yet all these borrowes,
And one good loue assureth,
And my misfortunes cureth.
And since from greefe they varie,
Good fortune come and tarie.
What waies, what vncouth ranges,
What slights, what disillusions,
What gladnes (in conclusions)
Haue risen of such sorrowes?
One faith yet all these borrowes,
And one good loue assureth,
And my misfortunes cureth.
And since from greefe they varie,
Good fortune come and tarie.
Good hap thou still dost mooue thee,
So light as not behooues thee,
And if, thus to content me,
Thou thinkest to repent thee?
Then better is my smarting:
For if thou goest, At parting
My sense and wits forsake me:
But if (more sure to make me)
Thou com'st, my soule to marrie,
Good fortune come and tarrie.
So light as not behooues thee,
And if, thus to content me,
Thou thinkest to repent thee?
Then better is my smarting:
For if thou goest, At parting
My sense and wits forsake me:
But if (more sure to make me)
Thou com'st, my soule to marrie,
Good fortune come and tarrie.
But if I come in vaine heere,
Or liue deceiu'd, to plaine heere:
For, wretched men what feare not?
To loose my life, then weare not
The same more safe each hower?
O feare, strange is thy power.
For th' ill thou figurest euer.
But since such beautie neuer
Did any falshood carrie,
Good fortune come and tarrie.
Or liue deceiu'd, to plaine heere:
For, wretched men what feare not?
To loose my life, then weare not
The same more safe each hower?
O feare, strange is thy power.
For th' ill thou figurest euer.
But since such beautie neuer
Did any falshood carrie,
Good fortune come and tarrie.
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The end of the fifth booke.
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