The Golden Fleece Whereto bee annexed two Elegies, Entitled Narcissvs Change. And Aesons Dotage. By Richard Brathvvayte |
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| 7. | THE SEVENTH SONET.
Thou lou'st me but for want of other loues |
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THE SEVENTH SONET. Thou lou'st me but for want of other loues
Thou lou'st me but for want of other loues,
And shew'st affection, not for any worth,
Thou see'st in me, but in that thou approues
A wanton smile in me, a straine of mirth.
I should receiue thy loue more willingly.
If thou approude me for my constancie.
And shew'st affection, not for any worth,
Thou see'st in me, but in that thou approues
A wanton smile in me, a straine of mirth.
I should receiue thy loue more willingly.
If thou approude me for my constancie.
Thou shalt not finde me wauering or vnkinde,
But though distressde with want and penurie,
More constant thoughts in me thou ere shalt finde,
Then in ech wauering bubbles vanitie,
I will remaine as firme, my deere to thee,
As to Ulysses was Penelope.
But though distressde with want and penurie,
More constant thoughts in me thou ere shalt finde,
Then in ech wauering bubbles vanitie,
I will remaine as firme, my deere to thee,
As to Ulysses was Penelope.
Thou shalt not doubt of my distrust in loue,
For I approue no man so much as thee,
And as the Turtle with her Turtle Doue,
So thou shalt finde the like equalitie.
Beleeue me deere, if euer loue was true,
Confirmd it shall be in my louing you.
For I approue no man so much as thee,
And as the Turtle with her Turtle Doue,
So thou shalt finde the like equalitie.
Beleeue me deere, if euer loue was true,
Confirmd it shall be in my louing you.
I cannot praise possessions, I haue none,
Yet in possessing me, you may enioy,
As great reuenewes, deere, as any one,
Then be not curious in your choyse, nor coye,
I am demure, full fraught of modestie,
And its a Iewell worth a Monarchie.
Yet in possessing me, you may enioy,
As great reuenewes, deere, as any one,
Then be not curious in your choyse, nor coye,
I am demure, full fraught of modestie,
And its a Iewell worth a Monarchie.
Be not the inward gifts the richest treasure?
Why shouldst thou then dote so on excrement,
A modest wife affords continuall pleasure.
Adornd with grace of Angels ornaments.
Ther's nought so pretious as a modest heart,
For if thou be distrest, she'le beare a part.
Why shouldst thou then dote so on excrement,
A modest wife affords continuall pleasure.
Adornd with grace of Angels ornaments.
Ther's nought so pretious as a modest heart,
For if thou be distrest, she'le beare a part.
Doest thou esteeme gold more then vertuous minds,
And art besotted more with worldly trash,
Then honest education? which combines
In awfull band men vnaduisde and rash.
I am but poore indeed, and yet what then
Shall poore estates be destitute of men?
And art besotted more with worldly trash,
Then honest education? which combines
In awfull band men vnaduisde and rash.
I am but poore indeed, and yet what then
Shall poore estates be destitute of men?
I can vse honest labours, and obtaine
A daily fruit out of mine homely labour,
Reaping of honest trauaile, honest gaine,
Purchas'd by loues respect and generall fauour.
I will not winne rewards for lucre sake
My soule a brothell house of sinne to make.
A daily fruit out of mine homely labour,
Reaping of honest trauaile, honest gaine,
Purchas'd by loues respect and generall fauour.
I will not winne rewards for lucre sake
My soule a brothell house of sinne to make.
Homely yet safely, I regard my state,
I loue to liue remote, not aymed at,
Ile be no snare vnto the potentate,
I loue to liue demure not pointed at.
With who comes heere? a Brothell house of sinne,
Who by dishonest meanes doth profit winne.
I loue to liue remote, not aymed at,
Ile be no snare vnto the potentate,
I loue to liue demure not pointed at.
With who comes heere? a Brothell house of sinne,
Who by dishonest meanes doth profit winne.
I am not prostitute to slauish thoughts,
I worke my night works full industriously.
And hauing done that which my purpose sought,
I lie me downe to sleepe contentedly.
I ayme not at the Pallace, but remaine.
No deerer to the Prince, then to the swaine.
I worke my night works full industriously.
And hauing done that which my purpose sought,
I lie me downe to sleepe contentedly.
I ayme not at the Pallace, but remaine.
No deerer to the Prince, then to the swaine.
Fie on that woman who with painted face,
Lies open to the suite of euery man,
That painted visard couers little grace,
Though it be faire without, its pale and wan.
Voide of all fauour, grace and excellence,
Pitching her tent for wantons residence.
Lies open to the suite of euery man,
That painted visard couers little grace,
Though it be faire without, its pale and wan.
Voide of all fauour, grace and excellence,
Pitching her tent for wantons residence.
I am no couer for a puppet play,
I haue no cerusse in mine Iuory boxe,
In dressing me I spend not all the day,
I neuer learnd to phrizle spangled locks.
What I can doe my parents first did tell me,
(Proud hower) I little care if thou excell me.
I haue no cerusse in mine Iuory boxe,
In dressing me I spend not all the day,
I neuer learnd to phrizle spangled locks.
What I can doe my parents first did tell me,
(Proud hower) I little care if thou excell me.
Thus haue I made description of my beautie,
Not passing faire, well fauorde though I be,
Protesting to thy loue entirest dutie,
If thou by Hymens rites shalt marrie me.
Thus hoping well, I in the meane time rest,
Vowing by heau'ns, that I haue lou'd thee best.
Not passing faire, well fauorde though I be,
Protesting to thy loue entirest dutie,
If thou by Hymens rites shalt marrie me.
Thus hoping well, I in the meane time rest,
Vowing by heau'ns, that I haue lou'd thee best.
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