The garland of Good Will Diuided into three parts: Containing many pleasant Songs, and prety poems, to sundry new Notes. With a Table to finde the names of all the Songs. Written by T. D. [i.e. Thomas Deloney] |
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3. The third part of the Garland of good Will.
Song. 1.
A Maidens choice twixt Age and Youth.
Crabbid
Age and Youth
cannot liue together:
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care.
Youth like Summers morn,
Age like Winters weather:
Youth is full of sport,
Ages breath is short:
Youth is nimble, Age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold:
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:
Age I do abhor thee;
Youth I do adore thee,
O my loue, my loue is young,
Age I do defie thee:
O sweet Shepherd hie thee,
for me thinks thou stay'st too long,
cannot liue together:
Youth is full of pleasure,
Age is full of care.
Youth like Summers morn,
Age like Winters weather:
Youth is full of sport,
Ages breath is short:
Youth is nimble, Age is lame;
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold:
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:
Age I do abhor thee;
Youth I do adore thee,
O my loue, my loue is young,
Age I do defie thee:
O sweet Shepherd hie thee,
for me thinks thou stay'st too long,
Here I do attend,
arm'd by loue and pleasure,
With my youthfull friend,
ioyfully to meet,
Here I do wait
for my only treasure,
Venus sugred bait,
fancies dainty sweet;
Like a louing wife,
so lead I my life,
thirsting for my hearts desire,
Come sweet youth, I pray,
Away old man a way,
thou canst not giue that I require.
For old age I care not,
Come my loue and spare not,
Age is feeble, Youth is strong,
Age I do defie thee,
O sweet Shephard, hie thee,
for me thinks thou stayest too long.
arm'd by loue and pleasure,
With my youthfull friend,
ioyfully to meet,
Here I do wait
for my only treasure,
Venus sugred bait,
fancies dainty sweet;
Like a louing wife,
so lead I my life,
Come sweet youth, I pray,
Away old man a way,
thou canst not giue that I require.
For old age I care not,
Come my loue and spare not,
Age is feeble, Youth is strong,
Age I do defie thee,
O sweet Shephard, hie thee,
for me thinks thou stayest too long.
Phœbus stay thy Steeds
ouer swiftly running:
Driue not on so fast,
bright resplendent Sun.
For fair Daphnes sake
now expresse thy cunning:
Pittie on me take,
else I am vndone,
Your hours swift of flight,
That waste with Titans sight,
and so consume the cheerfull day,
O stay a while with me,
Till I my loue may see,
O Youth thou dost too long delay,
Time will ouer slip vs,
And in pleasures trip vs,
come away therefore with speed,
I would not lose an houre,
For faire London Tower,
Venus therefore, help my need.
ouer swiftly running:
Driue not on so fast,
bright resplendent Sun.
For fair Daphnes sake
now expresse thy cunning:
Pittie on me take,
else I am vndone,
Your hours swift of flight,
That waste with Titans sight,
and so consume the cheerfull day,
O stay a while with me,
Till I my loue may see,
O Youth thou dost too long delay,
Time will ouer slip vs,
And in pleasures trip vs,
come away therefore with speed,
I would not lose an houre,
For faire London Tower,
Venus therefore, help my need.
Floras banks are spread,
in her rich attire,
With the dainty Violet,
and the Primrose sweet,
Dazes white and red,
fitting youths desire:
Where the Daffadilly,
and the Cowslip meet,
All for youths behooue,
Their fresh colours moue,
in the Medowes green and gay,
The Birds with sweetest notes,
Do strain their pritty throates,
to entertain my loue this way.
I with twenty wishes,
And an hundred kisses,
would receiue him by the hand,
If he gaue not a fall,
I would him Coward call,
and all vnto my word would stand.
in her rich attire,
With the dainty Violet,
and the Primrose sweet,
Dazes white and red,
fitting youths desire:
Where the Daffadilly,
and the Cowslip meet,
All for youths behooue,
Their fresh colours moue,
The Birds with sweetest notes,
Do strain their pritty throates,
to entertain my loue this way.
I with twenty wishes,
And an hundred kisses,
would receiue him by the hand,
If he gaue not a fall,
I would him Coward call,
and all vnto my word would stand.
Loe where he appears
like to young Adonis,
Ready to set on fire,
the chastest heart aliue.
Iewell of my life,
welcome where thine own is,
Pleasant are thy looks,
sorrowes to depriue.
Embrace thy darling dear,
Without all doubtfull fear:
at thy command I wholy rest,
do what thou wilt to me,
Therein I agree,
and be not strange to my request:
To youth I only yeeld,
age fits not Venus field,
though I be conquer'd, what care I,
In such a pleasant warre,
Come meet me if you dare,
who first mislikes, first let him cry
like to young Adonis,
Ready to set on fire,
the chastest heart aliue.
Iewell of my life,
welcome where thine own is,
Pleasant are thy looks,
sorrowes to depriue.
Embrace thy darling dear,
Without all doubtfull fear:
at thy command I wholy rest,
do what thou wilt to me,
Therein I agree,
and be not strange to my request:
To youth I only yeeld,
age fits not Venus field,
though I be conquer'd, what care I,
In such a pleasant warre,
Come meet me if you dare,
who first mislikes, first let him cry
FINIS.
2.
[As you came from the holy land]
As
you came from the holy land
of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true loue,
by the way as you came?
How should I know your true loue,
that haue met many a one,
As I came from the holy Land,
that haue come, that haue gone?
of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true loue,
by the way as you came?
that haue met many a one,
As I came from the holy Land,
that haue come, that haue gone?
She is neither white nor brown,
but as the heauens fair:
There is none hath her form so diuine
on the earth, in the ayr.
Such an one did I meet (good Sir)
with Angell-like face:
Who like a Nimph, like a Queen did appear
in her gate, in her grace.
but as the heauens fair:
There is none hath her form so diuine
on the earth, in the ayr.
Such an one did I meet (good Sir)
with Angell-like face:
Who like a Nimph, like a Queen did appear
in her gate, in her grace.
She hath left me here alone,
all alone vnknown:
Who sometime loued me as her life,
and called me her own.
What is the cause shee hath left thee alone,
and a new way doth take,
That sometime did thee loue as her self,
and her Ioy did thee make?
all alone vnknown:
Who sometime loued me as her life,
and called me her own.
What is the cause shee hath left thee alone,
and a new way doth take,
That sometime did thee loue as her self,
and her Ioy did thee make?
I haue loued her all my youth,
but now am old as you see:
Loue liketh not the falling fruit,
nor the withered tree.
For loue is a carelesse child,
and forgets promise past,
He is blind, he is deaf, when he list,
and in faith neuer fast.
but now am old as you see:
Loue liketh not the falling fruit,
nor the withered tree.
For loue is a carelesse child,
and forgets promise past,
He is blind, he is deaf, when he list,
and in faith neuer fast.
His desire is fickle, fond,
and a trustlesse ioy:
He is won with a world of despair,
and is lost with a toy.
Such is the loue of Women kind,
or the word (Loue) abused:
Vnder which many childish desires,
and conceits are excused.
and a trustlesse ioy:
He is won with a world of despair,
and is lost with a toy.
Such is the loue of Women kind,
or the word (Loue) abused:
Vnder which many childish desires,
and conceits are excused.
But Loue it is a durable fire,
in the mind euer burning:
Neuer sick, neuer dead, neuer cold,
from it self neuer turning.
in the mind euer burning:
Neuer sick, neuer dead, neuer cold,
from it self neuer turning.
3. The Winning of Cales.
Long
the proud Spaniard
aduanced to conquer vs,
Threatning our Country
with fire and sword,
Often preparing
their Nauy most sumptuous,
With all the prouision
that Spain could afford,
Dub, a dub, dub,
thus strikes their Drummes,
Tan ta ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
English men comes.
aduanced to conquer vs,
Threatning our Country
with fire and sword,
Often preparing
their Nauy most sumptuous,
With all the prouision
that Spain could afford,
Dub, a dub, dub,
thus strikes their Drummes,
Tan ta ra ra, tan ta ra ra,
English men comes.
To the Seas presently,
went our Lord admirall,
With Knights couragious,
and Captains full good,
The Earl of Essex,
a prosperous Generall,
With him prepared,
to passe the salt flood:
Dub a dub, &c.
went our Lord admirall,
With Knights couragious,
and Captains full good,
The Earl of Essex,
a prosperous Generall,
With him prepared,
to passe the salt flood:
Dub a dub, &c.
At Plimouth speedily,
take they ships valliantly:
Brauer ships neuer
were seen vnder sails:
With their fair coulers spred,
and streamers ore their head:
Now bragging Spaniards
take heed of your taile:
Dub a dub, dub, &c.
take they ships valliantly:
Brauer ships neuer
were seen vnder sails:
With their fair coulers spred,
and streamers ore their head:
Now bragging Spaniards
take heed of your taile:
Dub a dub, dub, &c.
Vnto Cales cunningly
came we most happily
Where the Kings Nauie
securely did ride,
Being vpon their backs,
peircing their Buts of Sacks,
Ere that the Spaniard
our comming descrid
Tan ta ra ra ra, English-men comes
bounce abounce, bounce abounce
Off went our Guns.
came we most happily
Where the Kings Nauie
securely did ride,
Being vpon their backs,
peircing their Buts of Sacks,
our comming descrid
Tan ta ra ra ra, English-men comes
bounce abounce, bounce abounce
Off went our Guns.
Great was the crying,
running and riding,
Which at that season
was made in that place;
Then Beacons were fired,
as need then required:
To hide their great treasure,
they had little space:
Alas they cryed,
English men comes.
running and riding,
Which at that season
was made in that place;
Then Beacons were fired,
as need then required:
To hide their great treasure,
they had little space:
Alas they cryed,
English men comes.
There might you see the Ships,
how they were fired fast:
And how the men drowned
themselues in the Sea,
There might you hear them cry,
wail and weep piteously:
When as they saw no shift
to escape thence away,
Dub a dub, &c.
how they were fired fast:
And how the men drowned
themselues in the Sea,
There might you hear them cry,
wail and weep piteously:
When as they saw no shift
to escape thence away,
Dub a dub, &c.
The great Saint Philip,
The pride of the Spaniards,
Was burnt to the bottom
and sunk in the sea,
But the Saint Andrew,
and eke the Saint Matthew,
We took in fight manly,
and brought them away.
Dub a dub, &c.
The pride of the Spaniards,
Was burnt to the bottom
and sunk in the sea,
But the Saint Andrew,
and eke the Saint Matthew,
We took in fight manly,
and brought them away.
Dub a dub, &c.
The Earl of Essex,
Most valiant and hardy,
With horsemen and footmen,
marcht towards the Town.
The enemies which saw them,
full greatly affrighted,
Did fly for their safegard,
and durst not come down.
Dub a dub, &c.
Most valiant and hardy,
With horsemen and footmen,
marcht towards the Town.
The enemies which saw them,
full greatly affrighted,
Did fly for their safegard,
and durst not come down.
Dub a dub, &c.
Now quoth the noble Earl,
courage my Soldiers all,
Fight and be valiant,
and spoyl you shall haue,
And well rewarded all,
from the great to the small:
But look that Women
and Children you saue,
Dub a dub, &c.
courage my Soldiers all,
Fight and be valiant,
and spoyl you shall haue,
And well rewarded all,
from the great to the small:
But look that Women
and Children you saue,
Dub a dub, &c.
The Spaniard at that sight,
saw 'twas in vain to fight:
Hung vp their flags of truce,
yeelding the Town:
We marcht in presently,
decking the walls on hie,
With our English coulors,
which purchast renown:
Dub a dub, &c.
saw 'twas in vain to fight:
Hung vp their flags of truce,
yeelding the Town:
We marcht in presently,
decking the walls on hie,
With our English coulors,
which purchast renown:
Dub a dub, &c.
Entring the houses then
of the richest men,
For Gold and Treasure
we searched each day:
In some places we did finde
pies baking in the Ouens,
Meat at the fire roasting,
and men ran away.
Dub a dub, &c.
of the richest men,
For Gold and Treasure
we searched each day:
In some places we did finde
pies baking in the Ouens,
Meat at the fire roasting,
and men ran away.
Dub a dub, &c.
Full of rich marchandize
euery shop we did see,
Damask and Sattins
and Ueluet full faire:
Which souldiers me asured out
by the length of their swords,
Of all commodities,
each one had a share.
Dub a dub, &c.
euery shop we did see,
Damask and Sattins
Which souldiers me asured out
by the length of their swords,
Of all commodities,
each one had a share.
Dub a dub, &c.
Thus Cales was taken,
and our braue Generall
Marcht to the Market place,
where he did stand:
There many prisoners
of good account were tooke:
Many crau'd mercy,
and mercy they found.
Dub a dub, &c.
and our braue Generall
Marcht to the Market place,
where he did stand:
There many prisoners
of good account were tooke:
Many crau'd mercy,
and mercy they found.
Dub a dub, &c.
When our braue Generall
saw they delayed time,
And would not ransome
the Towne as they said:
With their faire Wainscots,
their Presses and Bedsteds,
Their Ioynt stooles and Tables,
a fire we made:
And when the town burnt in a flame,
With tan ta ra, tan ta ra ra,
From thence we came.
saw they delayed time,
And would not ransome
the Towne as they said:
With their faire Wainscots,
their Presses and Bedsteds,
Their Ioynt stooles and Tables,
a fire we made:
And when the town burnt in a flame,
With tan ta ra, tan ta ra ra,
From thence we came.
4. Of King Edward the third, and the faire Countesse of Salisbury, setting forth her constancy and endlesse glory.
When
as King Edward the third did liue,
that valiant King:
Dauid of Scotland to rebell,
did then begin.
The towne of Barwicke suddenly
from vs he wonne:
And burnt New-castle to the ground,
thus strife begun.
To Rosbury Castle marcht he then,
and by the force of warlike men,
Besieg'd therein a gallant faire Lady,
while that her husband was in France,
His countries honour to aduance,
the noble and the famous Earle of Salisbury.
that valiant King:
Dauid of Scotland to rebell,
did then begin.
The towne of Barwicke suddenly
from vs he wonne:
And burnt New-castle to the ground,
thus strife begun.
To Rosbury Castle marcht he then,
and by the force of warlike men,
Besieg'd therein a gallant faire Lady,
while that her husband was in France,
His countries honour to aduance,
the noble and the famous Earle of Salisbury.
Braue Sir William Mountague,
rode then in post:
Who declard vnto the King,
the Scottish mens hoast.
Who like a Lyon in a rage,
did straight way prepare
For to deliuer that faire Lady,
from wofull care:
But when the Scottish men did heare say,
Edward our King was come that day:
They raised their siege, and ran away with speed,
So that when he did thither come
With warlike Trumpet, Fife and Drum,
none but a gallant Lady did him meet.
rode then in post:
Who declard vnto the King,
the Scottish mens hoast.
Who like a Lyon in a rage,
did straight way prepare
For to deliuer that faire Lady,
from wofull care:
Edward our King was come that day:
They raised their siege, and ran away with speed,
So that when he did thither come
With warlike Trumpet, Fife and Drum,
none but a gallant Lady did him meet.
Who when he did with greedy eyes
behold and see:
Her peerelesse beauty straight enthrald
his Maiestie.
And euer the longer that he look't
the more he might:
For in her onely beauty was,
his hearts delight.
And humbly then vpon her knee,
she thankt his royall Maiestie,
That he had driuen danger from her Gate.
Lady, quoth he stand vp in peace,
Although my warre doth now increase,
Lord keepe, quoth she, all hurt from your estate.
behold and see:
Her peerelesse beauty straight enthrald
his Maiestie.
And euer the longer that he look't
the more he might:
For in her onely beauty was,
his hearts delight.
And humbly then vpon her knee,
she thankt his royall Maiestie,
That he had driuen danger from her Gate.
Lady, quoth he stand vp in peace,
Although my warre doth now increase,
Lord keepe, quoth she, all hurt from your estate.
Now is the King full sad in soule,
and wot not why?
All for the loue of the faire Countesse
of Salisbury.
She little knowing his cause of Griefe,
did come to see:
Wherfore his Highnesse sate alone
so heauily,
I haue beene wrong'd faire Dame, quoth he,
since I came hither vnto thee:
No God forbid my Soueraigne, she said
if I were worthy for to know
The cause and ground of this your woe,
you should be helpt if it did lye in me.
and wot not why?
All for the loue of the faire Countesse
of Salisbury.
She little knowing his cause of Griefe,
did come to see:
so heauily,
I haue beene wrong'd faire Dame, quoth he,
since I came hither vnto thee:
No God forbid my Soueraigne, she said
if I were worthy for to know
The cause and ground of this your woe,
you should be helpt if it did lye in me.
Sweare to performe thy words to me
thou Lady gay:
To thee the sorrow of my heart,
I will bewray.
I sweare by all the Saints in heauen,
I will quoth she:
And let my Lord haue no mistrust
at all in me.
Then take thy selfe aside, he said,
for why thy beauty hath betraid,
Wounding a King with thy bright shining eye,
If thou do then some mercy show:
Thou shalt expell a Princes woe:
so shall I liue, or else in sorrow die.
thou Lady gay:
To thee the sorrow of my heart,
I will bewray.
I sweare by all the Saints in heauen,
I will quoth she:
And let my Lord haue no mistrust
at all in me.
Then take thy selfe aside, he said,
for why thy beauty hath betraid,
Wounding a King with thy bright shining eye,
If thou do then some mercy show:
Thou shalt expell a Princes woe:
so shall I liue, or else in sorrow die.
You haue your wish my Soueraigne Lord,
effectually:
Take all the loue that I can giue
your Maiestie:
But in thy beauty all my ioys
haue their abode:
Take then my beauty from my face
my gracious Lord.
Didst thou not swear to grant my will:
all that I may I will fulfill.
Then for my loue let thy true loue be seene:
My Lord, your speech I might reproue,
You cannot giue to me your loue,
for that belongs vnto your Queene.
effectually:
Take all the loue that I can giue
your Maiestie:
haue their abode:
Take then my beauty from my face
my gracious Lord.
Didst thou not swear to grant my will:
all that I may I will fulfill.
Then for my loue let thy true loue be seene:
My Lord, your speech I might reproue,
You cannot giue to me your loue,
for that belongs vnto your Queene.
But I suppose your Grace did this,
only to try,
Whether, a wanton tale might tempt
Dame Salisbury.
Nor from your selfe therfore my Liege,
my steps do stray:
But from your tempting wanton tale,
I go my way.
O turne againe thou Lady bright,
come vnto me my harts delight.
Gone is the comfort of my pensiue heart:
Here comes the Earle of Warwicke he,
The Father of this faire Lady:
my mind to him I meane for to impart.
only to try,
Whether, a wanton tale might tempt
Dame Salisbury.
Nor from your selfe therfore my Liege,
my steps do stray:
But from your tempting wanton tale,
I go my way.
O turne againe thou Lady bright,
come vnto me my harts delight.
Gone is the comfort of my pensiue heart:
Here comes the Earle of Warwicke he,
The Father of this faire Lady:
my mind to him I meane for to impart.
Why is my Lord and Soueraigne King
so grieu'd in mind:
Because that I haue lost the thing
I cannot find.
What thing is that my gracious Lord
which you haue lost?
It is my heart which is neare dead,
betwixt fire and frost.
Curst be that fire and frost too,
that causeth this your highnesse woo,
O Warwick, thou dost wrong me very sore,
it is thy daughter noble Earle:
That heauen bright lampe that peereles pearle
which kils my heart, yet do I her adore.
so grieu'd in mind:
I cannot find.
What thing is that my gracious Lord
which you haue lost?
It is my heart which is neare dead,
betwixt fire and frost.
Curst be that fire and frost too,
that causeth this your highnesse woo,
O Warwick, thou dost wrong me very sore,
it is thy daughter noble Earle:
That heauen bright lampe that peereles pearle
which kils my heart, yet do I her adore.
If that be all (my gracious King:)
that workes your griefe,
I will perswade that scornefull Dame
to yeeld reliefe:
Neuer shall she my daughter be,
if she refuse.
The loue and fauour of a King.
may her excuse.
Thus while Warwicke went his way,
and quite contrary he did say:
When as he did the beauteous Countesse meet,
well met my daughter deare, quoth he.
A message I must do to thee:
Our royall King most kindly doth thee greet.
that workes your griefe,
I will perswade that scornefull Dame
to yeeld reliefe:
Neuer shall she my daughter be,
if she refuse.
The loue and fauour of a King.
may her excuse.
Thus while Warwicke went his way,
and quite contrary he did say:
When as he did the beauteous Countesse meet,
well met my daughter deare, quoth he.
A message I must do to thee:
Our royall King most kindly doth thee greet.
The King will die, lest thou to him
do grant thy loue:
To loue, my husbands loue
I should remoue,
It is thy right charitie to loue,
my daughter deare:
But not true loue so charitable
for to appeare.
His greatnesse may beare out the shame,
But his kingdome cannot buy out the blame,
he craues thy loue that may bereaue thy life.
It is my dutie to moue this,
But not my honestie to yeeld, I wis:
I meane to die a true vnspotted life.
do grant thy loue:
To loue, my husbands loue
I should remoue,
It is thy right charitie to loue,
my daughter deare:
But not true loue so charitable
for to appeare.
His greatnesse may beare out the shame,
But his kingdome cannot buy out the blame,
he craues thy loue that may bereaue thy life.
It is my dutie to moue this,
But not my honestie to yeeld, I wis:
I meane to die a true vnspotted life.
Now hast thou spoken my daughter deare,
as I would haue:
Chastitie beares a golden name
vnto her graue.
And when vnto thy wedded Lord,
thou prouest vntrue:
Then let my bitter curses still
thy soule pursue.
Then with a smiling cheare go thou
as right and reason doth allow.
Yet shew the King thou bearest no strumpets mind
I go deare father with a trice
and by a slight of fine deuice:
Ile cause the King confesse that I am kind.
as I would haue:
Chastitie beares a golden name
vnto her graue.
And when vnto thy wedded Lord,
thou prouest vntrue:
Then let my bitter curses still
thy soule pursue.
Then with a smiling cheare go thou
as right and reason doth allow.
Yet shew the King thou bearest no strumpets mind
I go deare father with a trice
and by a slight of fine deuice:
Here comes the Lady of my life
the King did say:
My father bids me Soueraigne Lord
your will obay:
And I consent, if you will grant
one boone to me.
I grant it thee, my Lady faire,
what ere it be.
My husband is aliue you know,
first let me kill him, ere I go.
And at your command I wil for euer be.
Thy husband now in France doth rest:
No, no he lyes within my brest,
and being so nie, he will my falshood see.
the King did say:
My father bids me Soueraigne Lord
your will obay:
And I consent, if you will grant
one boone to me.
I grant it thee, my Lady faire,
what ere it be.
My husband is aliue you know,
first let me kill him, ere I go.
And at your command I wil for euer be.
Thy husband now in France doth rest:
No, no he lyes within my brest,
and being so nie, he will my falshood see.
With that she started from the King,
and tooke hir knife:
And desperately she sought to rid
her selfe of life.
The King vpstarted from his chaire,
her hand to stay,
O noble King you haue broke your word
with me this day.
Thou shalt not do this deed, quoth he,
then will I neuer ly with thee.
No, liue thou still, and let me beare the blame,
liue in honour and high estate,
With thy true Lord and wedded mate:
I neuer will attempt this suit againe.
and tooke hir knife:
And desperately she sought to rid
her selfe of life.
The King vpstarted from his chaire,
her hand to stay,
O noble King you haue broke your word
with me this day.
Thou shalt not do this deed, quoth he,
then will I neuer ly with thee.
No, liue thou still, and let me beare the blame,
With thy true Lord and wedded mate:
I neuer will attempt this suit againe.
5. The Spanish Ladies Loue to an English Gentleman.
Will
you heare a Spanish Lady
how she wooed an Englishman
Garments gay as rich as may be,
deckt with Iewels had she on,
Of a comely countenance,
and grace was she:
And by birth and parentage
of high degree.
how she wooed an Englishman
Garments gay as rich as may be,
deckt with Iewels had she on,
Of a comely countenance,
and grace was she:
And by birth and parentage
of high degree.
As his prisoner there he kept her,
in his bands her life did lye:
Cupids bands did tie her faster,
by the liking of her eye.
In his courteous company,
was all her ioy;
To fauour him in any thing,
she was not coy.
in his bands her life did lye:
Cupids bands did tie her faster,
by the liking of her eye.
In his courteous company,
was all her ioy;
To fauour him in any thing,
she was not coy.
At the last there came commandment,
for to set the Ladies free:
With their Iewels still adorning,
none to do them iniury.
Alas, then said the Lady gay,
full woe is me:
O let me still sustaine this kind
captiuity.
for to set the Ladies free:
none to do them iniury.
Alas, then said the Lady gay,
full woe is me:
O let me still sustaine this kind
captiuity.
Gallant captaine take some pittie
of a Lady in distresse:
Leaue me not within the Citie,
for to dye in heauinesse.
Thou hast set this present day,
my body free:
But my heart in prison strong,
remaines with thee.
of a Lady in distresse:
Leaue me not within the Citie,
for to dye in heauinesse.
Thou hast set this present day,
my body free:
But my heart in prison strong,
remaines with thee.
How should you faire Lady loue me
whom thou knowest thy Countries foe:
Thy faire words make me suspect thee,
Serpents lie where flowers grow.
All the euill I thinke to thee,
most courteous Knight:
God grant vnto my selfe the same,
may fully light.
whom thou knowest thy Countries foe:
Thy faire words make me suspect thee,
Serpents lie where flowers grow.
All the euill I thinke to thee,
most courteous Knight:
God grant vnto my selfe the same,
may fully light.
Blessed be the time and season,
that you came on Spanish ground,
If you may our foe be termed,
gentle foes we haue you found.
With our Cities you haue won,
our hearts each one:
Then to your Country beare away,
that is your owne.
that you came on Spanish ground,
If you may our foe be termed,
With our Cities you haue won,
our hearts each one:
Then to your Country beare away,
that is your owne.
Rest you still (most gallant Lady,
rest you still and weepe no more:
Of faire louers there are plenty,
Spaine doth yeeld a wondrous store.
Spaniards fraught with iealousie,
we often find:
But English men through all the world
are counted kind.
rest you still and weepe no more:
Of faire louers there are plenty,
Spaine doth yeeld a wondrous store.
Spaniards fraught with iealousie,
we often find:
But English men through all the world
are counted kind.
Leaue me not vnto a Spaniard,
you alone enioy my heart:
I am louely, yong and tender,
loue is likewise my desert.
Stil to serue thee day and night,
my mind is prest:
The wife of euery Englishman
is counted blest.
you alone enioy my heart:
I am louely, yong and tender,
loue is likewise my desert.
Stil to serue thee day and night,
my mind is prest:
The wife of euery Englishman
is counted blest.
It would be a shame, faire Lady,
for to beare a woman hence:
English souldiers neuer carry
any such without offence.
I will quickly change my selfe,
if it be so:
And like a Page Ile follow thee,
where ere thou go.
for to beare a woman hence:
English souldiers neuer carry
any such without offence.
if it be so:
And like a Page Ile follow thee,
where ere thou go.
I haue neither gold nor siluer,
to maintaine thee in this case:
And to trauell is great charges,
as you know in euery place,
My chaines and Iewels euery one
shall be thine owne:
And eke fiue hundred pound in gold,
that lyes vnknowne.
to maintaine thee in this case:
And to trauell is great charges,
as you know in euery place,
My chaines and Iewels euery one
shall be thine owne:
And eke fiue hundred pound in gold,
that lyes vnknowne.
On the Seas are many dangers,
many storms do there arise:
Which will be to Ladies dreadfull,
and force tears from watry eyes,
Well in worth I should endure
extremity:
For I could find in heart to lose
my life for thee.
many storms do there arise:
Which will be to Ladies dreadfull,
and force tears from watry eyes,
Well in worth I should endure
extremity:
For I could find in heart to lose
my life for thee.
Courteous Lady be contented,
here comes all that breeds the strife,
I in England haue already,
a sweet woman to my wife.
I will not falsifie my vow
for gold nor gaine:
Nor yet for all the fairest Dames
that liue in Spaine.
here comes all that breeds the strife,
I in England haue already,
a sweet woman to my wife.
I will not falsifie my vow
Nor yet for all the fairest Dames
that liue in Spaine.
O how happy is that woman
that enioyes so true a friend:
Many dayes of ioy God send you,
of my suit Ile make an end.
Upon my knees I pardon craue
for this offence:
Which loue and true affection
did first commence.
that enioyes so true a friend:
Many dayes of ioy God send you,
of my suit Ile make an end.
Upon my knees I pardon craue
for this offence:
Which loue and true affection
did first commence.
Commend me to thy louing Lady
beare to her this chaine of gold,
And these bracelets for a token,
grieuing that I was so bold.
All my Iewels in like sort
beare thou with thee:
For these are fitting for thy wife,
and not for me.
beare to her this chaine of gold,
And these bracelets for a token,
grieuing that I was so bold.
All my Iewels in like sort
beare thou with thee:
For these are fitting for thy wife,
and not for me.
I will spend my dayes in prayer,
Loue and all her lawes defie:
In a Nunnery will I shrowd me,
farre from other company,
But ere my prayers haue an end,
be sure of this:
To pray for thee and for thy loue,
I will not misse.
Loue and all her lawes defie:
In a Nunnery will I shrowd me,
farre from other company,
But ere my prayers haue an end,
be sure of this:
I will not misse.
Thus farewell most gentle Captaine,
and farewell my hearts content:
Count not Spanish Ladies wanton,
though to thee my loue was bent.
Ioy and true prosperitie,
go still with thee:
The like fall euer to thy share,
most faire Lady.
and farewell my hearts content:
Count not Spanish Ladies wanton,
though to thee my loue was bent.
Ioy and true prosperitie,
go still with thee:
The like fall euer to thy share,
most faire Lady.
9. A farewell to Loue.
Farewell
false Loue the Oracle of lyes:
A mortall foe, an enemy to rest;
An enuious boy from whence great cares arise:
A Bastard vile, a beast with rage possest.
A way for error, tempest, full of treason;
In all respects contrary vnto reason.
A mortall foe, an enemy to rest;
An enuious boy from whence great cares arise:
A Bastard vile, a beast with rage possest.
A way for error, tempest, full of treason;
In all respects contrary vnto reason.
A poyson'd Serpent couered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murtherers of repose;
A season of sorrow, whence ran all such showres,
As moysture giues to euery griefe that growes:
A schoole of guile, a nest of deepe deceit,
A golden hooke, that holds a poysoned bait.
Mother of sighs, and murtherers of repose;
A season of sorrow, whence ran all such showres,
As moysture giues to euery griefe that growes:
A schoole of guile, a nest of deepe deceit,
A golden hooke, that holds a poysoned bait.
A fortlesse field, whom reason did defend:
A Syrens song, a feruor of the mind:
A maze, wherein affection finds no end:
A raining cloud, that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the Sunne:
A gole of griefe, for which the wisest runne.
A Syrens song, a feruor of the mind:
A maze, wherein affection finds no end:
A raining cloud, that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the Sunne:
A gole of griefe, for which the wisest runne.
A quenchlesse fire, a rest of trembling feare:
A path that leads to perill and mishap:
A true retreat of sorrow and despaire,
An idle boy that sleepes in pleasures lap:
A deepe mistrust of that which certaine seemes,
A hope of that which reason doubtfull deemes.
A path that leads to perill and mishap:
A true retreat of sorrow and despaire,
An idle boy that sleepes in pleasures lap:
A deepe mistrust of that which certaine seemes,
A hope of that which reason doubtfull deemes.
Then sith my reigne my yonger yeeres betraid:
And for my faith ingratitude I find:
And sith repentance hath the wrong bewraid,
Whose crooked cause hath not beene after kind:
False loue go backe, and beauty fraile adew,
Dead is the root from whence such fancies grew.
And for my faith ingratitude I find:
And sith repentance hath the wrong bewraid,
Whose crooked cause hath not beene after kind:
False loue go backe, and beauty fraile adew,
Dead is the root from whence such fancies grew.
FINIS.
The Louer by his gifts thinkes to conquer chastitie,
And with his gifts sends these verses to the Lady.
What face so faire that is not crackt with gold?
What wit so worth but hath gold in his wonder,
What learning but with golden lines will hold?
What state so hie, but gold will bring it vnder?
What thought so sweet but gold doth bitter seasō
And what rule better then the Golden reason?
What wit so worth but hath gold in his wonder,
What learning but with golden lines will hold?
What thought so sweet but gold doth bitter seasō
And what rule better then the Golden reason?
The ground is fat that yeelds the golden fruit:
The study high, that fits the golden state:
The labour sweete that gets the golden suit:
The reckning rich, that scornes the golden rate:
The loue is sure, that golden hope doth hold:
And rich againe that serues the god of Gold.
The study high, that fits the golden state:
The labour sweete that gets the golden suit:
The reckning rich, that scornes the golden rate:
The loue is sure, that golden hope doth hold:
And rich againe that serues the god of Gold.
FINIS.
The womans answer.
Foule is the face, whose beauty gold can race:
Worthy the wit that hath wealth in her wonder:
Unlearned lines puts gold in honours place:
Wicked the state that will to coine come vnder:
Base the conceit that seasoned is with gold:
And beggars rule that such a reason hold.
Worthy the wit that hath wealth in her wonder:
Unlearned lines puts gold in honours place:
Wicked the state that will to coine come vnder:
Base the conceit that seasoned is with gold:
And beggars rule that such a reason hold.
Earth giues the gold but Heauen giues greater grace
Men study wealth, but Angels wisdomes state,
Labour seekes peace, loue hath an higher place:
Death makes the reckning, life is all my rate:
Thy hope is hell, my hope of heauen doth hold,
God giue me grace, let Diues die with gold.
Men study wealth, but Angels wisdomes state,
Labour seekes peace, loue hath an higher place:
Death makes the reckning, life is all my rate:
Thy hope is hell, my hope of heauen doth hold,
God giue me grace, let Diues die with gold.
FINIS.
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