 | H. His Deuises |  |
G. To his Ladye.
I see
in loue some farther fetch there is,
Than reason can reueale to me that would:
Accuse the cause that makes me think amis,
And finde the fault of such vntempred mould.
Of sundry workes doe diuers wonders growe,
Yet skill shewes why, and how they should be so.
Than reason can reueale to me that would:
Accuse the cause that makes me think amis,
And finde the fault of such vntempred mould.
Of sundry workes doe diuers wonders growe,
Yet skill shewes why, and how they should be so.
I see the Sunne both moue, and melt, and chaunge,
At once both dry and dew the dustie sande:
Yet are the raging stormes of loue so straunge,
As I forbeare the cause to vnderstande.
Except I should impute it to the wurst,
And curse the kinde that neuer Louer durst.
At once both dry and dew the dustie sande:
Yet are the raging stormes of loue so straunge,
As I forbeare the cause to vnderstande.
Except I should impute it to the wurst,
And curse the kinde that neuer Louer durst.
I see the starre that guydes my stirring loue,
The goodly Saint that sacrifice deserues:
Sometime I sayle, and sinke for feare to prooue,
And oft my solemne obsequies reserue,
Yet but for loue her passing giftes deuine,
Nature had neuer made them halfe so fine.
The goodly Saint that sacrifice deserues:
Sometime I sayle, and sinke for feare to prooue,
And oft my solemne obsequies reserue,
Yet but for loue her passing giftes deuine,
Nature had neuer made them halfe so fine.
I see the secrets of my wofull eyes,
Must seeke to rest on no such perfitnesse:
Would they had kept her still aboue the skyes,
Where first she tooke alluring comlynesse;
But sith her shape no mortall man may craue,
Yeelde honor such as fittes her best to haue.
Must seeke to rest on no such perfitnesse:
Would they had kept her still aboue the skyes,
Where first she tooke alluring comlynesse;
But sith her shape no mortall man may craue,
Yeelde honor such as fittes her best to haue.
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