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The fourth Booke of the second Part of Diana of George of Montemayor.
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[Phillis, my faire yoong Shepherdesse]
Phillis, my faire yoong Shepherdesse,
That from thee by and by
I must depart (O heauinesse)
O that no, but woe that I.
That from thee by and by
I must depart (O heauinesse)
O that no, but woe that I.
O from the world that now I might depart,
Since that I must (my ioy) forgo thy sight,
For now I liue too long: Then kill my hart
Mishap, if thou wilt grant me so much right:
Since that I must (my ioy) forgo thy sight,
For now I liue too long: Then kill my hart
Mishap, if thou wilt grant me so much right:
Or fat all sisters now consent,
That she or I might die,
I craue it to a good intent:
O that no, but woe that I.
That she or I might die,
I craue it to a good intent:
O that no, but woe that I.
Pardon, it is not I that doe desire
Thy sudden and thy wrongfull death not, I.
It is my loue, my hot and burning fire,
That made my toong so much to goe awrie:
Thy sudden and thy wrongfull death not, I.
It is my loue, my hot and burning fire,
That made my toong so much to goe awrie:
And feare it is that mooues my hart,
And thoughts of iealousie,
Since thou dost stay, and I depart,
O that no, but woe that I.
And thoughts of iealousie,
Since thou dost stay, and I depart,
O that no, but woe that I.
Such iealousies they are not, thou must thinke,
That thou some other loue wilt entertaine,
For I doe knowe that loue can neuer sinke
Into thy brest (vnto my cruell paine.)
That thou some other loue wilt entertaine,
For I doe knowe that loue can neuer sinke
Into thy brest (vnto my cruell paine.)
But iealousie thou wilt forget
Heereafter, and denie
That one did see another yet:
O that no, but woe that I.
Heereafter, and denie
That one did see another yet:
O that no, but woe that I.
But if thou dost (faire Shepherdesse) suspect
To burie me in Lethes lake, let greefe,
Before thou shouldst so ill my loue respect,
Consume my life, let death be my releefe:
To burie me in Lethes lake, let greefe,
Before thou shouldst so ill my loue respect,
Consume my life, let death be my releefe:
Then thou shouldst thinke but such a thought,
First (faire one) let me die:
Although it shall be deerely bought,
O that no, but woe that I.
First (faire one) let me die:
Although it shall be deerely bought,
O that no, but woe that I.
To rid my selfe from such a cruell paine,
I would destroy my selfe, and purchase rest:
But then to kill thee, I doe feare againe,
Bicause thou dwellest heere within my brest:
I would destroy my selfe, and purchase rest:
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Bicause thou dwellest heere within my brest:
Doe then a noble deede (my life)
From thence with speede to flie,
That then I may conclude this strife.
O that no, but woe that I.
From thence with speede to flie,
That then I may conclude this strife.
O that no, but woe that I.
Bargaine with me, let me this fauour craue,
To leaue my hart, that so thy harme doth dread,
Thy place againe then after thou shalt haue,
If thou maist come to it, when it is dead:
To leaue my hart, that so thy harme doth dread,
Thy place againe then after thou shalt haue,
If thou maist come to it, when it is dead:
For if thou once goest foorth, I will
To death with courage hie,
And then my vitall powers kill,
O that no, but woe that I.
To death with courage hie,
And then my vitall powers kill,
O that no, but woe that I.
As if it lay within thy handes and powre
(Sweete Shepherdesse) forsake my wofull hart,
But yet thou canst not goe from thence one howre,
Neither can I, although I would, depart.
(Sweete Shepherdesse) forsake my wofull hart,
But yet thou canst not goe from thence one howre,
Neither can I, although I would, depart.
Nor yet I would not, though I might,
I say, I would not die,
But yet bicause I loose thy sight,
O that no, but woe that I.
I say, I would not die,
But yet bicause I loose thy sight,
O that no, but woe that I.
If that I am in any thing to thee
Gratefull, this fauour then of thee I pray
Thou wouldst, when I am gone, remember me,
And say, where is my Shepherd all this day?
Gratefull, this fauour then of thee I pray
Thou wouldst, when I am gone, remember me,
And say, where is my Shepherd all this day?
Then would I count my greefe but small,
If thou wilt not deny
This thing, or thinke of me at all:
Woe that no, but O that I.
If thou wilt not deny
This thing, or thinke of me at all:
Woe that no, but O that I.
Then say but I, although it be in iest,
And neuer mean'st thy promise to maintaine:
Thou shalt thereby procure some little rest
Vnto my parting soule, which I will faine:
And neuer mean'st thy promise to maintaine:
Thou shalt thereby procure some little rest
Vnto my parting soule, which I will faine:
Little I craue to ease my hart,
And paines, yet let me trie
This fauour, Then I will depart.
O that no, but woe that I.
And paines, yet let me trie
This fauour, Then I will depart.
O that no, but woe that I.
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[Neuer a greater foe did loue disdaine]
Neuer
a greater foe did loue disdaine,
Or trod on grasse so gay,
Nor Nymph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent,
More golden haire the winde did neuer blowe,
Nor fairer dame hath bound in white attire,
Or hath in lawne more gracious features tied,
Then my sweete Enemie.
Or trod on grasse so gay,
Nor Nymph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent,
More golden haire the winde did neuer blowe,
Nor fairer dame hath bound in white attire,
Or hath in lawne more gracious features tied,
Then my sweete Enemie.
Beautie and chastitie one place refraine,
In her beare equall sway:
Filling the world with woonder and content:
But they doe giue me paine, and double woe,
Since loue and beautie kindled my desire,
And cruell chastitie from me denied
All sense of iollitie.
In her beare equall sway:
Filling the world with woonder and content:
But they doe giue me paine, and double woe,
Since loue and beautie kindled my desire,
And cruell chastitie from me denied
All sense of iollitie.
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There is no Rose, nor Lillie after raine,
Nor flowre in month of May,
Nor pleasant meade, nor greene in sommer sent,
That seeing them, my minde deliteth soe,
As that faire flowre, which all the heauens admire,
Spending my thoughts on her, in whom abide
All grace and giftes on hie.
Nor flowre in month of May,
Nor pleasant meade, nor greene in sommer sent,
That seeing them, my minde deliteth soe,
As that faire flowre, which all the heauens admire,
Spending my thoughts on her, in whom abide
All grace and giftes on hie.
Me thinkes my heauenly Nymph I see againe
Her necke and breast display,
Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent
Some plaine, or flowers that make the fairest showe,
O Gods, I neuer yet beheld her nier,
Or far, in shade, or sunne, that satisfied
I was in passing by.
Her necke and breast display,
Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent
Some plaine, or flowers that make the fairest showe,
O Gods, I neuer yet beheld her nier,
Or far, in shade, or sunne, that satisfied
I was in passing by.
The meade, the mount, the riuer, wood, and plaine,
With all their braue array,
Yeeld not such sweete, as that faire face, thats bent
Sorrowes, and ioy in each soule to bestowe
In equall partes, procur'd by amorous fire:
Beautie and loue in her their force haue tried,
To blinde each humane eie.
With all their braue array,
Yeeld not such sweete, as that faire face, thats bent
Sorrowes, and ioy in each soule to bestowe
In equall partes, procur'd by amorous fire:
Beautie and loue in her their force haue tried,
To blinde each humane eie.
Each minde and will, which wicked vice doth staine
Her vertues breake, and stay:
All aires infect by fire are purg'd and spent,
Though of a great foundation they did growe.
O body, that so braue a soule dost hire,
And blessed soule, whose vertues euer pried
Aboue the starrie skie.
Her vertues breake, and stay:
All aires infect by fire are purg'd and spent,
Though of a great foundation they did growe.
O body, that so braue a soule dost hire,
And blessed soule, whose vertues euer pried
Aboue the starrie skie.
Onely for her my life in ioies I traine,
My soule sings many a lay:
Musing on her, new seas I doe inuent
Of soueraine ioy, wherein with pride I rowe:
The deserts for her sake I doe require,
For without her, the springs of ioy are dried,
And that I doe defie.
My soule sings many a lay:
Musing on her, new seas I doe inuent
Of soueraine ioy, wherein with pride I rowe:
The deserts for her sake I doe require,
For without her, the springs of ioy are dried,
And that I doe defie.
Sweete fate, that to a noble deede dost straine,
And lift my hart to day,
Sealing her there with glorious ornament:
Sweete seale sweete greefe, and sweetest ouerthrowe,
Sweete miracle, whose fame cannot expire:
Sweete wound, and golden shaft, that so espied
Such heauenly companie
Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died,
As like were neuer in such yeeres descried.
And lift my hart to day,
Sealing her there with glorious ornament:
Sweete seale sweete greefe, and sweetest ouerthrowe,
Sweete miracle, whose fame cannot expire:
Sweete wound, and golden shaft, that so espied
Such heauenly companie
Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died,
As like were neuer in such yeeres descried.
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[Neuer so true a subiect to great loue]
Neuer
so true a subiect to great loue,
Put sounding Baggepipe to his mouth and toong:
Nor euer Shepherd, that did keepe
In any meade his silly sheepe,
And neuer did so gracious members mooue
Shepherd so faire, so lustie, and so yoong,
In throwing of the barre, or steeled dart,
As this my deerest friend, and louing hart.
Put sounding Baggepipe to his mouth and toong:
Nor euer Shepherd, that did keepe
In any meade his silly sheepe,
And neuer did so gracious members mooue
Shepherd so faire, so lustie, and so yoong,
In throwing of the barre, or steeled dart,
As this my deerest friend, and louing hart.
His songs and ditties, which he sung and plaied,
Hath made the Satyres leaue the sweete pursute
Of Nymphes, that they had chaced,
And in their armes imbraced:
And them besides, with his sweete musicke staied:
Forgetfull of their feare (amaz'd and mute.)
The hardest rockes he makes both soft and tender,
And mildnes in great wildnes doth engender.
Hath made the Satyres leaue the sweete pursute
Of Nymphes, that they had chaced,
And in their armes imbraced:
And them besides, with his sweete musicke staied:
Forgetfull of their feare (amaz'd and mute.)
The hardest rockes he makes both soft and tender,
And mildnes in great wildnes doth engender.
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Vnto his person, beautie, and his grace
The Nymphes, and Napees faire to yeeld are glad:
The Niades, Hamadriades,
The Oreades, and Driades:
For such a feature, and so sweete a face
Paris, Alexis, nor Endimion had:
The fairest in the world he doth despise
But onely one, whom iustly he doth prize.
The Nymphes, and Napees faire to yeeld are glad:
The Niades, Hamadriades,
The Oreades, and Driades:
For such a feature, and so sweete a face
Paris, Alexis, nor Endimion had:
The fairest in the world he doth despise
But onely one, whom iustly he doth prize.
Bicause that she may onely him admit,
Her onely, and none else, he doth obay:
She onely doth deserue
Him, he but her to serue:
She onely him, he onely her doth fit:
For th' one is euen with th' other euery way:
For he for her was borne, (for her alone)
And she for him, or else was borne for none.
Her onely, and none else, he doth obay:
She onely doth deserue
Him, he but her to serue:
She onely him, he onely her doth fit:
For th' one is euen with th' other euery way:
For he for her was borne, (for her alone)
And she for him, or else was borne for none.
So that if she had not beene borne at all,
He had not lou'd, for he his like should want:
And so she, to haue loued
Her equall, it behooued
That he was borne, For none but he should fall
Equall to her, he then might iustly vaunt
That she was borne, onely for him reserued,
And she that he, whom onely she deserued.
He had not lou'd, for he his like should want:
And so she, to haue loued
Her equall, it behooued
That he was borne, For none but he should fall
Equall to her, he then might iustly vaunt
That she was borne, onely for him reserued,
And she that he, whom onely she deserued.
Fortune did fauour him aboue the rest,
By making him the gladdest man that liues,
If that perhaps she knew
His loue so pure and trew,
And faith so firme, within his constant brest,
(She that her lights vnto each creature giues)
In whose braue beautie nature strain'd to showe
More art, and skill then euer she did knowe.
By making him the gladdest man that liues,
If that perhaps she knew
His loue so pure and trew,
And faith so firme, within his constant brest,
(She that her lights vnto each creature giues)
In whose braue beautie nature strain'd to showe
More art, and skill then euer she did knowe.
The poore soule takes his greefe, and holdes his peace,
Which to reueale he wanted meanes of late:
Once did he goe about it,
But straight then did he doubt it:
With saying naught, his paine that doth increase
He passeth, not to loose his woonted state:
For though she be in all the world alone
The fairest, yet as hard as any stone.
Which to reueale he wanted meanes of late:
Once did he goe about it,
But straight then did he doubt it:
With saying naught, his paine that doth increase
He passeth, not to loose his woonted state:
For though she be in all the world alone
The fairest, yet as hard as any stone.
Then (Shepherdesse) this rigour lay aside:
And flie not him, that paines so much for thee:
It is a great defect
Such hardnes to detect:
Let not so ill a thing with thee abide,
Where each thing is, as good as good may bee.
And since in thee there should be nothing vicious,
Pay then the loue, thou owest vnto Delicius.
And flie not him, that paines so much for thee:
It is a great defect
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Let not so ill a thing with thee abide,
Where each thing is, as good as good may bee.
And since in thee there should be nothing vicious,
Pay then the loue, thou owest vnto Delicius.
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[With sorrow, teares, and discontent]
With
sorrow, teares, and discontent,
Loue his forces doth augment.
Loue his forces doth augment.
Water is to meades delight,
And the flaxe doth please the fire:
Oile in lampe agreeth right,
Greene meades are the flockes desire:
Ripening fruit, and wheatie eares
With due heate are well content:
And with paines and many teares
Loue his forces doth augment.
And the flaxe doth please the fire:
Oile in lampe agreeth right,
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Ripening fruit, and wheatie eares
With due heate are well content:
And with paines and many teares
Loue his forces doth augment.
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[Since all my fortunes are so ouerthwart]
Since
all my fortunes are so ouerthwart,
And so vnequall to my iust pretence,
That where dame Nature (Mistresse of her art)
Did make an end to frame each beauties part,
There all my ils and sorrowes did commence:
Anguish, and woes, fierce torments, griefe, and paine
With their braue force my soule doe ouerrunne,
That they doe worke it to their onely vaine,
As blustring windes vpon the cloudes and raine,
Or as the snowe that meltes before the sunne.
And so vnequall to my iust pretence,
That where dame Nature (Mistresse of her art)
Did make an end to frame each beauties part,
There all my ils and sorrowes did commence:
Anguish, and woes, fierce torments, griefe, and paine
With their braue force my soule doe ouerrunne,
That they doe worke it to their onely vaine,
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Or as the snowe that meltes before the sunne.
And then since that my wet and wearied eies
Were woont to be enuious once to see,
Bicause they sawe the seate, where nature lies
With all her treasures, and the chiefest prize,
Of beautie, that in all the world might be:
Now shall they onely seeke, and wish this hire
(Continually in bitternes to weepe)
Now shall they burne in swelling teares like fire,
And now in lieu of seeing that desire,
My cheekes in them shall neuer cease to steepe.
Were woont to be enuious once to see,
Bicause they sawe the seate, where nature lies
With all her treasures, and the chiefest prize,
Of beautie, that in all the world might be:
Now shall they onely seeke, and wish this hire
(Continually in bitternes to weepe)
Now shall they burne in swelling teares like fire,
And now in lieu of seeing that desire,
My cheekes in them shall neuer cease to steepe.
Since th' absence of the Nymph, I loue so much,
Hath deyn'd to beare me company of late,
Then needes my life must languish, and be such,
That greefes and sorrowes will not also grutch
To follow absence, as their chiefest mate:
And since my Star is hid, and gone away,
Whereby my life and senses I did guide,
I cannot choose but erre, and goe astray,
And liue in senselesse darknes euery day,
Finding no light wherein I may abide.
Hath deyn'd to beare me company of late,
Then needes my life must languish, and be such,
That greefes and sorrowes will not also grutch
To follow absence, as their chiefest mate:
And since my Star is hid, and gone away,
Whereby my life and senses I did guide,
I cannot choose but erre, and goe astray,
And liue in senselesse darknes euery day,
Finding no light wherein I may abide.
And now exiled, shall my body flie
(Since hard mishap the same did so oppresse)
But yet my soule shall euermore be nie,
And shall be neuer absent, though I die,
From the sweete body of my Shepherdesse:
And so if that my vitall powers quaile,
Or bodie die by wandring heere and there,
Impossible it is my soule should faile,
Or death or danger should the same assaile,
Accompanying her body any where.
(Since hard mishap the same did so oppresse)
But yet my soule shall euermore be nie,
And shall be neuer absent, though I die,
From the sweete body of my Shepherdesse:
And so if that my vitall powers quaile,
Or bodie die by wandring heere and there,
Impossible it is my soule should faile,
Or death or danger should the same assaile,
Accompanying her body any where.
My soule for euer doth in her remaine,
My body but for absence doth lament,
That though my wretched body now is faine
To wander heere, yet doth my loue restraine
My soule to stay, that neuer would consent:
Then (miserable body) once begin
This sorrowfull departure with no wonder
To feele with paine and greefe: And neuer lin
To waile the cruell torments thou art in,
With soule and body parting thus asunder:
My body but for absence doth lament,
That though my wretched body now is faine
To wander heere, yet doth my loue restraine
My soule to stay, that neuer would consent:
Then (miserable body) once begin
This sorrowfull departure with no wonder
To feele with paine and greefe: And neuer lin
To waile the cruell torments thou art in,
With soule and body parting thus asunder:
You shall my drenched eies, no lesse then this,
Feele this great miserie, that greeues me soe,
Your companie heere shall not be amisse,
Since that you were the onely fault, ywisse,
Of all my troubles, and tormenting woe.
Then seas of teares begin to drowne your marge,
And weepe for your attempt so rashly done,
Let weeping be your office and your charge,
And care no more to looke so much at large,
Let it suffice, you sawe another sunne.
Feele this great miserie, that greeues me soe,
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Since that you were the onely fault, ywisse,
Of all my troubles, and tormenting woe.
Then seas of teares begin to drowne your marge,
And weepe for your attempt so rashly done,
Let weeping be your office and your charge,
And care no more to looke so much at large,
Let it suffice, you sawe another sunne.
The intellectuall and inwardeies
Shall onely haue this charge, and care to see,
And you my corporall, with mournefull cries,
Bewaile my harmes, in which no comfort lies,
Onely to you this office I decree.
And those which are impassible at all,
Shall see at length and in succeeding time
Impossible and strange things to befall,
And you, as passible heerafter shall
Weary your selues by meanes of such a crime:
Shall onely haue this charge, and care to see,
And you my corporall, with mournefull cries,
Bewaile my harmes, in which no comfort lies,
Onely to you this office I decree.
And those which are impassible at all,
Shall see at length and in succeeding time
Impossible and strange things to befall,
And you, as passible heerafter shall
Weary your selues by meanes of such a crime:
For you they shall with double sight behold
That shining blaze, that braue and glorious sight,
Without the feare of hurt, and shall be bold
With great delight their senses to vnfold
On that, which did your lookes with harme requite.
They shall behold that now I am, and was
Condemn'd without the course of iustice lore,
For if I did offend to loue her as
My selfe, then I confesse this fault did passe
To make me suffer, what I can no more.
That shining blaze, that braue and glorious sight,
Without the feare of hurt, and shall be bold
With great delight their senses to vnfold
On that, which did your lookes with harme requite.
They shall behold that now I am, and was
Condemn'd without the course of iustice lore,
For if I did offend to loue her as
My selfe, then I confesse this fault did passe
To make me suffer, what I can no more.
And of this thing I meane not to repent
For happen will, what happen shall, to prooue
Each amorous torment I am well content,
And with goodwill with meere and franke consent
I yeeld vnto the harme that comes of loue.
In louing her, I doe all what I may,
Though to my minde it falleth out amisse,
I promise to forget her euery way,
And that my loue for euer shall decay,
If she would leaue to be what now she is.
For happen will, what happen shall, to prooue
Each amorous torment I am well content,
And with goodwill with meere and franke consent
I yeeld vnto the harme that comes of loue.
In louing her, I doe all what I may,
Though to my minde it falleth out amisse,
I promise to forget her euery way,
And that my loue for euer shall decay,
If she would leaue to be what now she is.
Alas she cannot leaue to be the same,
A thing it is, her minde that well doth please,
Hauing no peere in cruell beauties fame:
Nor I cannot, but still maintaine this flame,
Nor t'is a thing conuenient for mine ease:
And if she said to me, with little loue,
That it were best for me to hate and scorne,
And should finde ease, if I began to prooue
The same, I answere, that it doth behooue
Me still to choose the worse, to worser borne.
A thing it is, her minde that well doth please,
Hauing no peere in cruell beauties fame:
Nor I cannot, but still maintaine this flame,
Nor t'is a thing conuenient for mine ease:
And if she said to me, with little loue,
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And should finde ease, if I began to prooue
The same, I answere, that it doth behooue
Me still to choose the worse, to worser borne.
My piteous wordes she did condemne with fell
And angry lookes, for telling her mine ill
(Infernall greefe and to my soule a hell)
That with such crueltie she should repell
Me so, bicause I did obey her will:
She bid me tell her (O accursed day)
If that my torments were for her or no?
And if I lou'd her so as I did say?
She did commaund, Alas I did obay
Why angry then, if she will haue it so?
And angry lookes, for telling her mine ill
(Infernall greefe and to my soule a hell)
That with such crueltie she should repell
Me so, bicause I did obey her will:
She bid me tell her (O accursed day)
If that my torments were for her or no?
And if I lou'd her so as I did say?
She did commaund, Alas I did obay
Why angry then, if she will haue it so?
Weepe eies of earth O weepe, and weepe no more
My miserie, and whether it doth tend:
Eies of my soule, behold and then deplore
My wretched state, what I was once before,
And what I am, and what must be my end,
O wofull life, O poore afflicted hart,
Tell me (poore soule) how canst thou not but faile
In passions of such torments, paine, and smart?
With such a thought how dost thou not depart
And perish when no succour can preuaile?
My miserie, and whether it doth tend:
Eies of my soule, behold and then deplore
My wretched state, what I was once before,
And what I am, and what must be my end,
O wofull life, O poore afflicted hart,
Tell me (poore soule) how canst thou not but faile
In passions of such torments, paine, and smart?
With such a thought how dost thou not depart
And perish when no succour can preuaile?
O haplesse louer wretched, and forgot,
Though happy once, and happy but of late:
To day thou diest, but yet thy loue cannot,
To day thy greefes begin their gordian knot,
To day thy ioy doth end, and happy state:
To day thy woes, and sorrowes doe appeere,
To day thy sadnes, and thy paines are knowen,
To day thy sweete content doth finish heere,
To day thy dismall death approcheth neere,
To day thy firmest loue, and faith is knowen.
Though happy once, and happy but of late:
To day thou diest, but yet thy loue cannot,
To day thy greefes begin their gordian knot,
To day thy ioy doth end, and happy state:
To day thy woes, and sorrowes doe appeere,
To day thy sadnes, and thy paines are knowen,
To day thy sweete content doth finish heere,
To day thy dismall death approcheth neere,
To day thy firmest loue, and faith is knowen.
What doe you now mine eies, what doe you rest?
Let out your flouds, whose streames in greefe doe swell:
For it may be, you may within my brest
Quench out this burning flame, or at the lest,
Coole this great heate that burnes like Mongibelle?
But woe is me, I striue but all in vaine
Against the streame: For golden Tagus streames
Nor Duetus floud, nor Iberus againe,
Can quench this heate or mitigate the paine,
How then my teares? Alas, these are but dreames,
Let out your flouds, whose streames in greefe doe swell:
For it may be, you may within my brest
Quench out this burning flame, or at the lest,
Coole this great heate that burnes like Mongibelle?
But woe is me, I striue but all in vaine
Against the streame: For golden Tagus streames
Nor Duetus floud, nor Iberus againe,
Can quench this heate or mitigate the paine,
How then my teares? Alas, these are but dreames,
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And in such sort, bicause it doth offend
My hart, that burnes like to the smithie flame,
For it doth more increase, and doth extend,
And more it doth with sparkling flames incend,
The more that water's cast vpon the same:
And now since want of hedgrow faileth me,
And that I feele increase, not want of paine,
I thinke it best for me to goe and see,
If I can finde some other hedge or tree,
To write that there, which this cannot containe.
My hart, that burnes like to the smithie flame,
For it doth more increase, and doth extend,
And more it doth with sparkling flames incend,
The more that water's cast vpon the same:
And now since want of hedgrow faileth me,
And that I feele increase, not want of paine,
I thinke it best for me to goe and see,
If I can finde some other hedge or tree,
To write that there, which this cannot containe.
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The end of the fourth booke.
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