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[By Vestaes tapers, and her holy fire]
By Vestaes tapers, and her holy fire,
By all her troupe of sacred Virgins kind,
Which vowed are to pure and chaste desire,
By Cybll's wise and sage presaging wind,
Which turne her ordered leaues (as is decreed
By heauenly powers) to good or bad with speed.
By all her troupe of sacred Virgins kind,
Which vowed are to pure and chaste desire,
By Cybll's wise and sage presaging wind,
Which turne her ordered leaues (as is decreed
By heauenly powers) to good or bad with speed.
By Siluan Nimphes, oft troubled with great feare
In shunning of Siluanus raging lust,
Who still their flaring haires with griefe do teare,
Least rapes they be vnto this god vniust,
Whose horned shape their dammage will procure,
If he them winne to cease vpon his lure.
In shunning of Siluanus raging lust,
Who still their flaring haires with griefe do teare,
Least rapes they be vnto this god vniust,
Whose horned shape their dammage will procure,
If he them winne to cease vpon his lure.
By the great care of Daphne, flying fast
From the pursuit of Bacchus hote desire,
Whose burning flames hath made the Nimph agast:
To turne whose shape the gods did then conspire,
To a Bay tree, which lasteth to her fame,
And euer groweth greene in honour of her name.
From the pursuit of Bacchus hote desire,
Whose burning flames hath made the Nimph agast:
To turne whose shape the gods did then conspire,
And euer groweth greene in honour of her name.
By Procris rage and byting ielousie,
When by the same her death she did sustaine,
By all the rites of pure virginitie,
And by Dianaes chaste and holy traine
I sweare, (and that vnuiolate shall rest,
What euer mishappe or fortune me molest)
When by the same her death she did sustaine,
By all the rites of pure virginitie,
And by Dianaes chaste and holy traine
I sweare, (and that vnuiolate shall rest,
What euer mishappe or fortune me molest)
That first from Pontus waues, where Isters fall
In braunches seuen is to the raging sea,
Each one of these returne their courses shall,
And backewardes shape the same without delay
(Against the course and force of Natures seede)
To seeke the spring from whence they did proceed.
In braunches seuen is to the raging sea,
Each one of these returne their courses shall,
And backewardes shape the same without delay
(Against the course and force of Natures seede)
To seeke the spring from whence they did proceed.
Before that Mersa mooued with fancies forme,
Shall make a shipwracke of her honestie,
I rather leaue the sicker Swaines to storme,
Then I should feele of loue the tyrannie.
I know not what it is, nor dare not prooue,
Who tryed may say: no heate to heate of loue.
Shall make a shipwracke of her honestie,
I rather leaue the sicker Swaines to storme,
Then I should feele of loue the tyrannie.
I know not what it is, nor dare not prooue,
Who tryed may say: no heate to heate of loue.
Although that Nictinen in raging wise,
Pearst with the shaft of the blind wanton boye,
Paid for her lust after too deare a price:
Yet meane I not so wantonly to toye.
I loue no Owles, nor yet their Musicke hoarce:
From such fond loues, I meane to make deuorce.
Pearst with the shaft of the blind wanton boye,
Paid for her lust after too deare a price:
Yet meane I not so wantonly to toye.
I loue no Owles, nor yet their Musicke hoarce:
From such fond loues, I meane to make deuorce.
I like not Venus wanton toying trickes,
With Adon sweete her louing heart and ioy:
I loue not them whome fond desire still prickes,
Nor yet these simpring Dames that be so coy.
I hate their lust, I banish their desire,
I will not warme by their fond fancies fire.
With Adon sweete her louing heart and ioy:
I loue not them whome fond desire still prickes,
Nor yet these simpring Dames that be so coy.
I will not warme by their fond fancies fire.
No shapes transform'd to gold, to Swan, or Bull,
Shall pierce the fort of Mersas constant thought,
Nor euer my minde in follyes cradle lull
Such vaine delightes, I count them all for nought.
If euer I loue, I will not loue in haste,
Who seekes me so, in vaine his toyle doeth waste
Shall pierce the fort of Mersas constant thought,
Nor euer my minde in follyes cradle lull
Such vaine delightes, I count them all for nought.
If euer I loue, I will not loue in haste,
Who seekes me so, in vaine his toyle doeth waste
If ought may mooue my minde to stoope to loue,
Vertue thereof shall sure the conquest make:
No light desire veneriall actes to prooue,
Ne any thing my settled minde shall shake.
But tract of time by due desart me leade,
For more then this it booteth not to pleade.
Vertue thereof shall sure the conquest make:
No light desire veneriall actes to prooue,
Ne any thing my settled minde shall shake.
But tract of time by due desart me leade,
For more then this it booteth not to pleade.
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