H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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What Nature seuereth, Arte hardly ioyneth.
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What Nature seuereth, Arte hardly ioyneth.
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fayth doth frozen Ianus double face,
Such fauour finde, to match with pleasant Maye:
May Horie Hiems now sweete blisse imbrace,
Where fertyle Iune by flatte repulse had nay.
No surely no, though iealous heades misdeeme,
A false vntroth to me they same doth seeme.
Such fauour finde, to match with pleasant Maye:
May Horie Hiems now sweete blisse imbrace,
Where fertyle Iune by flatte repulse had nay.
No surely no, though iealous heades misdeeme,
A false vntroth to me they same doth seeme.
For Frost with Fyre may neuer long agree,
And Maye by course ought mayntaine Venus right:
When shyuering Ianus doth denie we see,
The pleasing sporte that May would most delight.
Then iealous slaunder shut thy chaps for shame,
Depraue them not, whose deedes are voyde of blame.
And Maye by course ought mayntaine Venus right:
When shyuering Ianus doth denie we see,
The pleasing sporte that May would most delight.
Then iealous slaunder shut thy chaps for shame,
Depraue them not, whose deedes are voyde of blame.
Since sprinkling showres of sweete Auroraes fludde,
In Hiems raigne are dryed vp with colde:
Whose Syluer drops bedewes the blowming budde,
And makes the fertyle soyle her fruite vnfolde.
Who can beleeue? not I, I vowe in deede,
That Ianus olde should gaine such youthfull meede.
In Hiems raigne are dryed vp with colde:
Whose Syluer drops bedewes the blowming budde,
And makes the fertyle soyle her fruite vnfolde.
Who can beleeue? not I, I vowe in deede,
That Ianus olde should gaine such youthfull meede.
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