The Golden Fleece Whereto bee annexed two Elegies, Entitled Narcissvs Change. And Aesons Dotage. By Richard Brathvvayte |
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Doest thou so fondly loue, and art not lou'de |
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THE FOVRTH SONET. Doest thou so fondly loue, and art not lou'de
Doest thou so fondly loue, and art not lou'de,
In louing those, who little care for thee?
If that thy fancie haue such fruites approu'de,
I scorne to match with such imparity.
For wel I know a Prince may loue for lust,
Those eyes of thine, and then returne to dust.
In louing those, who little care for thee?
If that thy fancie haue such fruites approu'de,
I scorne to match with such imparity.
For wel I know a Prince may loue for lust,
Those eyes of thine, and then returne to dust.
If Rosamond had euer bene an hower,
Nere bene interred in her bed of earth,
If she had euer kept such vitall power.
As to smell sweet with her mellifluous breath.
She had bene well excusde to chuse that state,
Which should be neere ecclipsde by mortall date.
Nere bene interred in her bed of earth,
If she had euer kept such vitall power.
As to smell sweet with her mellifluous breath.
She had bene well excusde to chuse that state,
Which should be neere ecclipsde by mortall date.
But she poore wench did flourish for a while,
Cropt in the primrose of her wantonnesse,
And she that did the noblest thoughts beguile,
is now conuerted into rottennesse.
Thus doe we finde the truth of euery thing,
Sinne is a sinne euen in the noblest king.
Cropt in the primrose of her wantonnesse,
And she that did the noblest thoughts beguile,
is now conuerted into rottennesse.
Thus doe we finde the truth of euery thing,
Sinne is a sinne euen in the noblest king.
For there is nought can be esteemed so,
Depraude, deformde, as to apologize,
A sinne actde by a Prince, but hence this woe,
Appeares in Poets which doe temporize.
I will not sooth a Monarch for his crowne,
But I must tell him, sinne will throw him downe.
Depraude, deformde, as to apologize,
A sinne actde by a Prince, but hence this woe,
Appeares in Poets which doe temporize.
I will not sooth a Monarch for his crowne,
But I must tell him, sinne will throw him downe.
Plutarch saith well, that he that bridle can
His fond affections, is halfe vertuous,
But he that's wholy firme's an honest man,
His minde remaines certaine not impious,
Not tost with tempests of each breathing winde
But as a mirrour of a constant minde.
His fond affections, is halfe vertuous,
But he that's wholy firme's an honest man,
His minde remaines certaine not impious,
Not tost with tempests of each breathing winde
But as a mirrour of a constant minde.
Hard things are pleasant, and those things appeare,
To be the best, which be the hardliest won,
Then if repressing of fond lust thou feare,
To be too hard, yet being once begun.
A better relish it will yeeld to thee,
Then treasure had in great varietie.
To be the best, which be the hardliest won,
Then if repressing of fond lust thou feare,
To be too hard, yet being once begun.
A better relish it will yeeld to thee,
Then treasure had in great varietie.
One that should passe the Alpes, and hauing done,
Reposing him vpon some harbour low,
Considers with what perill he begun,
And numbring them discursiuely in row,
Cannot but ioyfully be glad of this,
That he hath ended what his heart did wish.
Reposing him vpon some harbour low,
Considers with what perill he begun,
And numbring them discursiuely in row,
Cannot but ioyfully be glad of this,
That he hath ended what his heart did wish.
How oft would he lie groueling on the ground,
And in a descant or his sweete repose,
With ioyfull mirth and pleasure would abound,
To haue transfreted such a Sea of woes.
And by recounting how he earst did creepe
Aboue those cliffes, he would fall fast asleepe.
And in a descant or his sweete repose,
With ioyfull mirth and pleasure would abound,
To haue transfreted such a Sea of woes.
And by recounting how he earst did creepe
Aboue those cliffes, he would fall fast asleepe.
So thou obtaining this so hard a taske,
Must needs be ioyfull in the victory,
To haue pure liquor in a purer caske,
Which might redound to minds felicitie.
And that same caske, that vessell thou doest beare,
Should haue a crowne of glory, doe not feare.
Must needs be ioyfull in the victory,
To haue pure liquor in a purer caske,
Which might redound to minds felicitie.
And that same caske, that vessell thou doest beare,
Should haue a crowne of glory, doe not feare.
Loue not too high estates, for theyle despise
Thy poore estate brought downe to beggery,
Ayme at the lower rank (if thou be wise)
For theyle acknowledge thy supremacie.
Yet in my minde there's nought can equall that,
To condescend vnto an equall state.
Thy poore estate brought downe to beggery,
Ayme at the lower rank (if thou be wise)
For theyle acknowledge thy supremacie.
Yet in my minde there's nought can equall that,
To condescend vnto an equall state.
Neither can boast of birth or parentage,
Neither can brag of their too high estate,
But passe their daies of wofull pilgrimage,
With like to like, the begger with his mate.
Irus though he be poore, yet rich in this,
Irus a begger, may a begger kisse.
Neither can brag of their too high estate,
But passe their daies of wofull pilgrimage,
With like to like, the begger with his mate.
Irus though he be poore, yet rich in this,
Irus a begger, may a begger kisse.
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