H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
To his Lady of her doubtfull aunswere.
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To his Lady of her doubtfull aunswere.
Twixt
death and doubtfulnesse,
Twixt paine and pensiuenesse,
Twixt Hell and heauynesse,
Rests all my carefulnesse.
Twixt paine and pensiuenesse,
Twixt Hell and heauynesse,
Rests all my carefulnesse.
O vaine securitie,
That will not libertie,
Fye on that fantasie,
That brings captiuitie.
That will not libertie,
Fye on that fantasie,
That brings captiuitie.
My lyfe is lothsomnesse,
My pleasure pastimelesse,
My ende your doubtfulnesse,
If you be mercylesse.
My pleasure pastimelesse,
My ende your doubtfulnesse,
If you be mercylesse.
In doubt is iealosie,
Hope helpeth miserie,
Most women commonly,
Haue aunswers readily.
Hope helpeth miserie,
Most women commonly,
Haue aunswers readily.
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