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[The fluent streame that leades a swelling tyde]
The fluent streame that leades a swelling tyde,
When Aquilon the raging waues doeth reare,
Bounce not more oft vpon their bankes so wyde,
That with their force the stony rockes doe teare.
Then panting doeth my heart her prison walles,
Iumpe oft against, and iumping sudden falles.
When Aquilon the raging waues doeth reare,
Bounce not more oft vpon their bankes so wyde,
That with their force the stony rockes doe teare.
Then panting doeth my heart her prison walles,
Iumpe oft against, and iumping sudden falles.
The little current stealing through the vale,
Being stopt in course aboue her banke doeth swell:
So stealing loue supprest, doeth make me pale,
For why, in thought I feele a present hell.
Thou maist direct the streame her course to keepe,
And free my heart that lyeth in prison deepe.
Being stopt in course aboue her banke doeth swell:
So stealing loue supprest, doeth make me pale,
For why, in thought I feele a present hell.
Thou maist direct the streame her course to keepe,
And free my heart that lyeth in prison deepe.
The little shrubbes in downes stirre not at all,
And meane mens thoughts are seldom sauc'd with care,
When mightie Cedars shakt with windes do fall,
And noble mindes on chaunces hard do fare.
Loue lookes not lowe on Idiots rustie ragges,
Nor cares not much for Marchants welthy bagges.
And meane mens thoughts are seldom sauc'd with care,
When mightie Cedars shakt with windes do fall,
And noble mindes on chaunces hard do fare.
Loue lookes not lowe on Idiots rustie ragges,
Nor cares not much for Marchants welthy bagges.
But Loue (as Iuy claspes the tree) takes holde,
On vertue, which is seated in the minde,
And eke on Beautie pleasant to beholde,
Neuer hoping for a better hap to finde,
Then for to yeeld when heart on hope is paund,
And to obey when honour doth commaund.
On vertue, which is seated in the minde,
And eke on Beautie pleasant to beholde,
Neuer hoping for a better hap to finde,
Then for to yeeld when heart on hope is paund,
And to obey when honour doth commaund.
Your beautie sweete did claspe my tender breast,
My heart is paund your heast for to fulfill,
Loue in my secret thought hath built his nest,
Honour commaunds I must perfourme his will:
Wherefore within your orient beauty faire,
Doeth wholly rest my wracke for to repaire.
My heart is paund your heast for to fulfill,
Loue in my secret thought hath built his nest,
Honour commaunds I must perfourme his will:
Wherefore within your orient beauty faire,
Doeth wholly rest my wracke for to repaire.
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