H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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All of greene Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow,
Sithe all of greene Willow shall be my Garland.
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All of greene Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow, Sithe all of greene Willow shall be my Garland.
Imbrace
your Bayes sweetely, that smile in loue,
And deck you with Lawrell, that dwell in delight
To me most vnhappy, still spurnde by dispight
Is giuen writhed Willows to expresse my state right
And deck you with Lawrell, that dwell in delight
To me most vnhappy, still spurnde by dispight
Is giuen writhed Willows to expresse my state right
Pursuing the Panther whose sweete doth abound,
A most cruell Uiper my hard fate hath found:
Whose nature to Spyders I well may compare,
That mercylesse murders, whats caught in her snare.
A most cruell Uiper my hard fate hath found:
Whose nature to Spyders I well may compare,
That mercylesse murders, whats caught in her snare.
The Lyon doth tender the beast that doth yeelde,
The Tyger seemes constant, once conquerd in fielde:
Bellona shewes fauour to Captiues that sue,
But Venus refuseth my dolors to rue.
The Tyger seemes constant, once conquerd in fielde:
Bellona shewes fauour to Captiues that sue,
But Venus refuseth my dolors to rue.
How shall I to ease me vnburden my brest,
Of these pensiue passions that breeds my vnrest:
When speech wanteth powre, when voyce is vnprest,
And wyt wanteth cunning to compasse loues hest.
Of these pensiue passions that breeds my vnrest:
When speech wanteth powre, when voyce is vnprest,
And wyt wanteth cunning to compasse loues hest.
Yet what auayles words, where eares words doe flee,
Though words to the minde, true messengers bee?
Or what vayleth wyt, where wyll is vntowarde?
The sacrifice lost, where Saints be so frowarde.
Though words to the minde, true messengers bee?
Or what vayleth wyt, where wyll is vntowarde?
The sacrifice lost, where Saints be so frowarde.
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