A Courtlie controuersie of Cupids Cautels Conteyning fiue Tragicall Histories, very pithie, pleasant, pitiful, and profitable: Discoursed uppon wyth Argumentes of Loue, by three Gentlemen and two Gentlewomen, entermedled with diuers delicate Sonets and Rithmes, exceeding delightfull to refresh the yrkesomnesse of tedious tyme. Translated out of French as neare as our English phrase will permit, by H. VV. Gentleman [i.e. Henry Wotton] |
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[Ah trayterous eyes, you haue betrayed your forte]
Ah trayterous eyes, you haue betrayed your forte,
For sith the Euen you sawe dame Beautie blaze
Hir radiant beames by torchlight for disporte,
Proude Cupids yoke hath mazde me in hir maze:
I was then franke and free, now cloggde with care,
My daintie cheare is changde to lothsome fare.
For sith the Euen you sawe dame Beautie blaze
Hir radiant beames by torchlight for disporte,
Proude Cupids yoke hath mazde me in hir maze:
I was then franke and free, now cloggde with care,
My daintie cheare is changde to lothsome fare.
The more I am obedient to hir will,
The more to me hir crueltie abounds,
The more I flee to shunne the greater yll,
The more hir snares my staggering steppes confounds:
And aye the more she hath my heart in chace,
The more I doe pursue hir Princely grace.
The more to me hir crueltie abounds,
The more I flee to shunne the greater yll,
The more hir snares my staggering steppes confounds:
And aye the more she hath my heart in chace,
The more I doe pursue hir Princely grace.
VVhat meane remaynes in mine vnhappie state,
Resembling right the dayly running brooke,
VVhose course dammde vp, to stay his woonted gate,
VVith stronger streames ryues out at euery nooke:
So my desire increaseth so muche more,
As hope doth scant, to salue my pining sore.
Resembling right the dayly running brooke,
VVhose course dammde vp, to stay his woonted gate,
VVith stronger streames ryues out at euery nooke:
So my desire increaseth so muche more,
As hope doth scant, to salue my pining sore.
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Nought resteth, but that you my trayterous eyes,
Lament the breache of your disloyall truste,
And curse the night wherin you were the spies
To seeke and like sweete beautie so vniuste:
You all haue sworne, and practised the waye,
To yeelde my youth to ruine and decaye.
Lament the breache of your disloyall truste,
And curse the night wherin you were the spies
To seeke and like sweete beautie so vniuste:
You all haue sworne, and practised the waye,
To yeelde my youth to ruine and decaye.
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