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Tyros Roring Megge

Planted against the walles of Melancholy. One Booke cut into two Decads [by T. Tyro]
Tyro, T.
  
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To the worshipfull and true Gentleman Maister Iohn Lucas, Eternitie.
  
In Zoilistam.
  
Recentibus (Salem,/Plurimum.) & Salutem
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Tyros Roring Megge.
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To the Reader.

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Epig. 9.

Shee read and writ, I did my selfe much wrong,
To view the weeping accents of thy song.
Thy lines the foes that sought my Fort to win,
Mine eyes the traytours that haue let them in.
Tyro, my all in all: alacke, how can
Seely weake virgin chuse but loue a man?
Nor can drie tinder stony fire withstand,
Nor straw the ieat, nor I thy faire demaund.
But, bonny Boy, the pillar of my ioy,
How canst thou shunne thy imminent annoy?
All wert thou Homer, famous Poets pride,
And th'Heliconian Ladies by thy side:
Yet, sith thou want'st the worlds pale-colour'd Queene,

I may not haue my kind affection seene.
Adde wealth to wit, for, if thou faile in this,
We must not bathe our selues in Salmacis:
That I am forst to ring this heauie knell,
I can but greeue, and so I shall. Farewell.
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