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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In the White hande.
If she descende of Noble race,
A Goddesse porte hir minde doth craue:
If that hir Line be poore and base,
No lesse aduauncement would she haue.
A Goddesse porte hir minde doth craue:
If that hir Line be poore and base,
No lesse aduauncement would she haue.
The yll adorned beautie rare,
VVith follies fedde that seeke to see,
For gorgeous gaye I doo not care,
The modest meane contenteth me.
VVith follies fedde that seeke to see,
For gorgeous gaye I doo not care,
The modest meane contenteth me.
I dye to viewe Dame Chastitie,
Acquaynted with simplicitie:
The looke that leapes at libertie,
Doth hurt my sight exceedingly.
Acquaynted with simplicitie:
The looke that leapes at libertie,
Doth hurt my sight exceedingly.
Ripe yeres in league with amitie,
Yeeldes euer most fertilitie:
But youthfulnesse vndoubtedly,
Doth lodge delightfull iolitie:
Yeeldes euer most fertilitie:
But youthfulnesse vndoubtedly,
Doth lodge delightfull iolitie:
I loue the lustie and the lame,
The olde ne yong I not despise:
Of fayre and foule I doe the same,
The foolishe please me like the wise.
The olde ne yong I not despise:
Of fayre and foule I doe the same,
The foolishe please me like the wise.
The lauishe toung and silent wight,
The smiling cheare and pleasaunt voyce,
Doth yeelde my minde alyke delight,
And make my heart alyke reioyce.
The smiling cheare and pleasaunt voyce,
Doth yeelde my minde alyke delight,
And make my heart alyke reioyce.
But to be breefe, my flitting loue
Doth flye and followe euery chase,
Yet nothing can my fancie moue,
To stoppe or stay in any place.
Doth flye and followe euery chase,
Yet nothing can my fancie moue,
To stoppe or stay in any place.
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