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The Forrest of Fancy

Wherein is conteined very prety Apothegmes, and pleasaunt histories, both in meeter and prose, Songes, Sonets, Epigrams and Epistles, of diuerse matter and in diuerse manner. With sundry other deuices, no lesse pithye then pleasaunt and profytable [by H. C.]
 

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A louer hauing long concealed his loue, at the last reuealeth it and craueth grace at the handes of his beloued mistresse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A louer hauing long concealed his loue, at the last reuealeth it and craueth grace at the handes of his beloued mistresse.

Like as the silly soule,
That feeles himself distrest,


With heauy burthen on his backe,
doth seeke to be at rest.
So I whome loue long tyme,
hath led in Captiue bandes,
Enforced am at last to sue
for fauour at thy handes,
That hast my hart in holde,
who onely mayst apply,
Some pleasaunt potion to asswage
the greeuous mallady,
Which long with little ease,
and most incessaunt greefe.
Hath me conserude, twixt life and death,
deuoyde of all releefe.
But needes I must confesse,
There is no fault in thee:
That I doe want my wished will,
the blame doth bide in mee.
For feare, Loues mortall foe,
which caused me to hyde
My secrete sorrowes long sustainde,
from thee in whome doth byde,
The cure of all my care,
hath made me faile to finde,
The thing that most might ioy my harte,
and ease my troubled minde.
But now all feare expulst,
Loue, hope, and hote desyre,
Hath forced me in lew of paine,
to craue deserued hyre.
Which gwerdon either graunt,
else shalt thou shortly see,
That life will leaue my loathsome corpes,
and all by meanes of thee,
Which loth I am should chaunce,
least to thy great reproch,


It blazed be, that thou art she
that set my bale abroche,
Take pitty on my payne,
peruse my dolefull vearse.
Let trickling teares and secret sighes,
into thy intrailes pearce.
Oh rue my rufull state,
my youthfull yeares respect,
And let the tormentes I sustaine,
enforce thee to reiect
All retchlesse rigour, take, imbrace,
loue, like, and neuer leaue.
The wight that will in spight of spight,
to thee for euer cleaue,
Who heare in lew of loue,
doth vow himselfe to thee,
Thy slaue, thy seruaunt, and thy friend,
till dying day to be.
Finis.