The Golden Fleece Whereto bee annexed two Elegies, Entitled Narcissvs Change. And Aesons Dotage. By Richard Brathvvayte |
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Pvh, well I know thee, thou loues publike gaine |
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THE THIRD SONET. Pvh, well I know thee, thou loues publike gaine
Pvh, well I know thee, thou loues publike gaine,
And therefore I desire thy wanton face,
I will not reape an haruest of such paine,
Since thou descended art of Lais race.
I cannot loue thee, for thy taste seemes sower,
VVho reapes vnhonest gaine, approues an hower.
And therefore I desire thy wanton face,
I will not reape an haruest of such paine,
Since thou descended art of Lais race.
I cannot loue thee, for thy taste seemes sower,
VVho reapes vnhonest gaine, approues an hower.
I will not talke of what thy life hath beene,
For well it may be thou was once conuerted,
But now it seemes thou art transformed cleane
Thy thoughts and all thy purposes peruerted.
Thou lou'd the Church once, and didst God adore,
But now forsakest him: thou lou'd before.
For well it may be thou was once conuerted,
But now it seemes thou art transformed cleane
Thy thoughts and all thy purposes peruerted.
Thou lou'd the Church once, and didst God adore,
But now forsakest him: thou lou'd before.
Fie on the visard, Lamia of sinne,
Thou horrid Ghost compast of wickednesse,
Faire though thou be without, thou art foule within,
Concoct of nought, but dregs of sluttishnesse.
That ribband which thou wearst hung at thine eare,
Shew what confusion in thy thoughts appeare.
Thou horrid Ghost compast of wickednesse,
Faire though thou be without, thou art foule within,
Concoct of nought, but dregs of sluttishnesse.
That ribband which thou wearst hung at thine eare,
Shew what confusion in thy thoughts appeare.
Hoy-day, what may-game haue we heere in hand?
Women with men, and men as wantonly?
Vnto their tackling constantly doe stand,
Rebounding vice with vice successiuely.
I will not say, what here is to be done,
But maids seeme not præcise in being won.
Women with men, and men as wantonly?
Vnto their tackling constantly doe stand,
Rebounding vice with vice successiuely.
I will not say, what here is to be done,
But maids seeme not præcise in being won.
I cannot chuse but blush at such vaine words,
As curious passions birle to their loues,
But knowing what discourse vaine loue affords,
Amongst the shades of Ericinas groues.
I doe not wonder, eares attention len.
For maids must needs make strange in kissing men.
As curious passions birle to their loues,
But knowing what discourse vaine loue affords,
Amongst the shades of Ericinas groues.
I doe not wonder, eares attention len.
For maids must needs make strange in kissing men.
If forrest Oeta where Alcydes dide,
And all the trees within that forrest wilde,
And all the starres, on Moone light nights descride,
And all the grasse piles within earth compilde,
Were metamorphosde to maids beauteous shape,
I should suspect them (minion) for thy sake.
And all the trees within that forrest wilde,
And all the starres, on Moone light nights descride,
And all the grasse piles within earth compilde,
Were metamorphosde to maids beauteous shape,
I should suspect them (minion) for thy sake.
The Gods themselues haue had enough of beauty,
Uenus is spotlesse, yet she hath a mole,
In tendring not to Vulcan natiue dutie,
Breathing with Mars, whilst Uulcan with his cole.
Fie on that face that hauing beauteous lookes,
Enchaines desires in two lasciuious hookes.
Uenus is spotlesse, yet she hath a mole,
In tendring not to Vulcan natiue dutie,
Breathing with Mars, whilst Uulcan with his cole.
Fie on that face that hauing beauteous lookes,
Enchaines desires in two lasciuious hookes.
Runne to the Romane Brothell, not to mee,
For I detest thy common infamy,
The Vestall Nunnes wil not to lust agree,
For they inuested are with puritie.
Couer that wanton face ore with a maske,
Since dregs for wine, be mixed in that caske.
For I detest thy common infamy,
The Vestall Nunnes wil not to lust agree,
For they inuested are with puritie.
Couer that wanton face ore with a maske,
Since dregs for wine, be mixed in that caske.
Thou art created to another end,
Then to make prostitute those parts of thine,
Those eares of thine which doe attention lend,
Vnto each gallant mate opprest with wine.
For wine makes men besorted so with thee,
Or without doubt, bewitcht they could not bee.
Then to make prostitute those parts of thine,
Those eares of thine which doe attention lend,
Vnto each gallant mate opprest with wine.
For wine makes men besorted so with thee,
Or without doubt, bewitcht they could not bee.
When Nature gaue to thee two eyes, two armes,
Two eares, two legs, two breathing nosethrils wide,
She did ordaine by two, to cure all harmes,
VVhich might occurre vnto the rest beside,
Yet she did but create one heart, one minde,
To which at first, chaste thoughts she did assigne.
Two eares, two legs, two breathing nosethrils wide,
She did ordaine by two, to cure all harmes,
VVhich might occurre vnto the rest beside,
Yet she did but create one heart, one minde,
To which at first, chaste thoughts she did assigne.
One soule is fit, and that desires to dwell
In heau'ns eternall rest, whose purity
Might best befit it: to denounce and tell,
The wondrous works of Gods diuinity.
Then fie for shame, one gemme must needs remaine,
VVhich is so precious without mole or staine.
In heau'ns eternall rest, whose purity
Might best befit it: to denounce and tell,
The wondrous works of Gods diuinity.
Then fie for shame, one gemme must needs remaine,
VVhich is so precious without mole or staine.
This gemme though darkned by a wilfull Eue,
Yet its renewed by Christs gracious loue,
By her originall, our Lord we grieue,
By him we seeme vnspotted as a Doue.
For by his wounds are we to safegard brought,
And much esteemd, that erst appeared nought.
Yet its renewed by Christs gracious loue,
By her originall, our Lord we grieue,
By him we seeme vnspotted as a Doue.
For by his wounds are we to safegard brought,
And much esteemd, that erst appeared nought.
Rest thee vpon this Anchor suredly,
And here repose thee on thy Sauiours crosse,
Flie lustfull thoughts which lackie miserie,
Thy pleasure cannot counteruaile thy losse.
God hath ordaind thou shouldst suruiue with him,
Not to defile thy precious soule with sinne.
And here repose thee on thy Sauiours crosse,
Flie lustfull thoughts which lackie miserie,
Thy pleasure cannot counteruaile thy losse.
God hath ordaind thou shouldst suruiue with him,
Not to defile thy precious soule with sinne.
That soule composde of sacred harmony,
Rarer then that Acteon first inuented,
Not of that horrid, iltunde paritie
To which old Orpheus in hell first consented.
VVhen he his wife attaind by Musicks straine,
That did long time before in hell remaine.
Rarer then that Acteon first inuented,
Not of that horrid, iltunde paritie
To which old Orpheus in hell first consented.
VVhen he his wife attaind by Musicks straine,
That did long time before in hell remaine.
Concord befitteth best the rarest wits,
And what tune rather then a quiet minde?
Immortall things immortall minds befit,
Affecting that which first was her assignde.
Solace thy chastest minde deckt gloriously,
VVith present health, and future dignity.
And what tune rather then a quiet minde?
Immortall things immortall minds befit,
Affecting that which first was her assignde.
Solace thy chastest minde deckt gloriously,
VVith present health, and future dignity.
Arcadian shepheards, borne of meane degree,
VVill not so passe their time, but in regard,
Of times content, and minds tranquilitie
Obtaine that prize which may not be comparde
VVith terrene drosse, more vile then brittle clay,
VVhich one howers sicknesse soone can take away.
VVill not so passe their time, but in regard,
Of times content, and minds tranquilitie
Obtaine that prize which may not be comparde
VVith terrene drosse, more vile then brittle clay,
VVhich one howers sicknesse soone can take away.
Doest thou tricke vp that vessell made of earth,
For to allure fond men vnto thy will?
I tell thee beauty, it is little worth.
VVhen death shall tinckle out her passing bell.
Oh then how good thou art, and not how faire,
VVith dreadfull sights, thou art demanded there.
For to allure fond men vnto thy will?
I tell thee beauty, it is little worth.
VVhen death shall tinckle out her passing bell.
Oh then how good thou art, and not how faire,
VVith dreadfull sights, thou art demanded there.
Oh fie vpon the vizard, baite of sinne,
Pawne not thy credite in a brothell house,
For how canst thou reward of Sion win,
That doest thy soule by misdemeanour lose.
Repaire vnto the temple of that king,
VVhose powerfull might conserueth euery thing.
Pawne not thy credite in a brothell house,
For how canst thou reward of Sion win,
That doest thy soule by misdemeanour lose.
Repaire vnto the temple of that king,
VVhose powerfull might conserueth euery thing.
If I haue any thing preuailde with thee,
To change the horrour of thy mispent time,
Thanke not the Poet, but that deitie,
VVho is the Author both of me and mine.
For whatsoere I haue, I must confesse,
Proceedeth from his gracious prouidence.
To change the horrour of thy mispent time,
Thanke not the Poet, but that deitie,
VVho is the Author both of me and mine.
For whatsoere I haue, I must confesse,
Proceedeth from his gracious prouidence.
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