The Castell of Courtesie Whereunto is adioyned The Holde of Humilitie: With the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates |
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A sorowfull Libell Exhibited to Ioue.
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A sorowfull Libell Exhibited to Ioue.
Oh
mightie Ioue, whose powre is infinite,
Which can release each captiue bound in thralle:
Uouchsafe O God, to heare me which lament,
And send redresse to ease me of this galle.
Let me not thus in thraldome still be bound,
Since thou art he can ease me of my wounde:
But send me helpe from heauenly throne aboue,
Where thou hast store,
For griefe much more,
If that thou please from me it to remoue.
Which can release each captiue bound in thralle:
Uouchsafe O God, to heare me which lament,
And send redresse to ease me of this galle.
Let me not thus in thraldome still be bound,
Since thou art he can ease me of my wounde:
But send me helpe from heauenly throne aboue,
Where thou hast store,
For griefe much more,
If that thou please from me it to remoue.
I doe confesse Oh God withall my hearte,
I haue deseru'd this griefe, though it were more:
Yet I doe hope thou wilt release my smart,
And ease my thralle which greeueth me so sore.
Haue mercy Lorde, for all my sinfull lore.
The Righteous man doth often times transgresse,
As still I doe (O Lord) I doe confesse:
Yet this I hope, thou wilt not haue respect
Unto my Sinnes
Which neuer linnes,
Nor holy Lorde thy vassaile to reiect.
I haue deseru'd this griefe, though it were more:
Yet I doe hope thou wilt release my smart,
And ease my thralle which greeueth me so sore.
Haue mercy Lorde, for all my sinfull lore.
The Righteous man doth often times transgresse,
As still I doe (O Lord) I doe confesse:
Yet this I hope, thou wilt not haue respect
Unto my Sinnes
Which neuer linnes,
Nor holy Lorde thy vassaile to reiect.
Send libertie O Lorde, when thou shalt please
Unto me nowe a wretch all wrapt in wo,
And graunt Good Lorde vnto me now some ease,
Oh heare me Lord, for now my griefe is so,
As it is thou must make it from me goe,
Or els my life will soone be laide in graue,
Which Dollour (she) woulde gladly so it haue.
Yet Lorde of helpe, let helpe extend a pace,
And graunt reliefe
To ease my griefe,
For Lorde I rest in lamentable case.
Unto me nowe a wretch all wrapt in wo,
And graunt Good Lorde vnto me now some ease,
Oh heare me Lord, for now my griefe is so,
As it is thou must make it from me goe,
Or els my life will soone be laide in graue,
Which Dollour (she) woulde gladly so it haue.
Yet Lorde of helpe, let helpe extend a pace,
And graunt reliefe
To ease my griefe,
For Lorde I rest in lamentable case.
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I wish my death, a hundreth times a day
With faithfull hearte O Lorde, as thou dost know:
I wish, I wish that I were laide in clay,
Then thrall should cease, her seede in me to sowe,
The winde of care should not vpon me blow,
The galles of greefe should cease in their despight,
It cloddy clay had gotten once her right,
And I should cease to make this my complainte
Which greeues me still,
And so it will
Untill high Ioue giue iudgement of restrainte.
With faithfull hearte O Lorde, as thou dost know:
I wish, I wish that I were laide in clay,
Then thrall should cease, her seede in me to sowe,
The winde of care should not vpon me blow,
The galles of greefe should cease in their despight,
It cloddy clay had gotten once her right,
And I should cease to make this my complainte
Which greeues me still,
And so it will
Untill high Ioue giue iudgement of restrainte.
Marke well my wo, marke well my mourning teares,
Marke well O God my supplication here
Which I preferre for riddance of my feares
And turne my thrall vnto some ioyfull cheere,
Els I do wish for to be laide on beare.
Let not Dame thralle in thraldome so me blinde,
But graunt O God that I reliefe may finde,
To ease me wretch which do make all this moue
In sollemne wise
With plaintes to skyes
In euery place, where as I goe alone.
Marke well O God my supplication here
Which I preferre for riddance of my feares
And turne my thrall vnto some ioyfull cheere,
Els I do wish for to be laide on beare.
Let not Dame thralle in thraldome so me blinde,
But graunt O God that I reliefe may finde,
To ease me wretch which do make all this moue
In sollemne wise
With plaintes to skyes
In euery place, where as I goe alone.
Wherefore Oh Kinge ease me when thou think'st good,
I yeelde my selfe into thy heauenly handes,
I wish it God, for Christ thy Sonne his bloud,
Who suffred paine vs to redeeme from bandes:
So now good Lord ease me from thrall which standes,
Within my Corpes which breedeth my decay,
And hourely doth my musing minde affray.
Haue mercy Lord some pittie on me take,
And graunt redresse
My thralles to lesse
O Lord I pray, for thy greate mercyes sake.
I yeelde my selfe into thy heauenly handes,
I wish it God, for Christ thy Sonne his bloud,
Who suffred paine vs to redeeme from bandes:
So now good Lord ease me from thrall which standes,
Within my Corpes which breedeth my decay,
And hourely doth my musing minde affray.
Haue mercy Lord some pittie on me take,
And graunt redresse
My thralles to lesse
O Lord I pray, for thy greate mercyes sake.
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