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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The Carefull Complainte of a Dolorous Dame.
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The Carefull Complainte of a Dolorous Dame.
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Virgins pure of hearte, come mourne in doleful wise,
Helpe me to sing this heauie song, let plaints ascēd ye skies.
Oh pittie you my hap, that now doth liue in thrall,
[illeg.] tofore was voyde of it & a plai'd with pleasures ball.
But those which once were well, and could not thereof see,
Must taste some sorrow for their myrth, and so it is with me.
Helpe me to sing this heauie song, let plaints ascēd ye skies.
Oh pittie you my hap, that now doth liue in thrall,
[illeg.] tofore was voyde of it & a plai'd with pleasures ball.
But those which once were well, and could not thereof see,
Must taste some sorrow for their myrth, and so it is with me.
The fall of stately Troy, did not so much men greeue,
As doth the fall of my good hap in thraldome now to liue.
Nor yet the Ætna hils burnes not more worse with fire:
Then I doe burne in flames of feare, yet voyde of my Desire.
Wherfore Oh waile with me, Oh waile you worthy Dames,
Desire of God I may haue helpe to quēch my fretting flames.
As doth the fall of my good hap in thraldome now to liue.
Nor yet the Ætna hils burnes not more worse with fire:
Then I doe burne in flames of feare, yet voyde of my Desire.
Wherfore Oh waile with me, Oh waile you worthy Dames,
Desire of God I may haue helpe to quēch my fretting flames.
Oh if I had the skill of Dedalus his art,
With winges I would deuise to fly to voyde me of this smart.
Or if that I could rule, as Iuno (Goddesse she:)
Then would I make them feele of griefe, that so agreeueth me.
But since it may not bee, I waste my life in feares,
With soking sighes I spend the day, and so my life it weares.
With winges I would deuise to fly to voyde me of this smart.
Or if that I could rule, as Iuno (Goddesse she:)
Then would I make them feele of griefe, that so agreeueth me.
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With soking sighes I spend the day, and so my life it weares.
If pittie planted were, within his cruel brest,
Then he might soone redresse my greeues and yeeld me quyet rest.
He cancell can my cares, he can inforce my ioye,
He may surcease all these my wronges which breedes my great Anoy,
But where as Boysterouse Winds, do beare such force & sway
It is in vaine to hoyse your saile least that the shippe decay.
Then he might soone redresse my greeues and yeeld me quyet rest.
He cancell can my cares, he can inforce my ioye,
He may surcease all these my wronges which breedes my great Anoy,
But where as Boysterouse Winds, do beare such force & sway
It is in vaine to hoyse your saile least that the shippe decay.
You know the sayling shippe must tarry winde and tide,
She can not saile, why then no doubt of force she must abide:
So I that would faine go, do want a right release,
Wherefore I see I must abide though sorrowes do increase.
My ioyes they vade away, and wither doth my will,
The greenesse of my yong delightes, is feare with inward ill.
She can not saile, why then no doubt of force she must abide:
So I that would faine go, do want a right release,
Wherefore I see I must abide though sorrowes do increase.
My ioyes they vade away, and wither doth my will,
The greenesse of my yong delightes, is feare with inward ill.
Well, well, what remedie, sith chaunces so do fall,
But Patiently them for to beare, and be content withall.
Yet still I hope the best, though present helpe I want,
For why? it restes in Ioue his power some pleasure for to plant
Within my broosed breast, that almost is consum'd,
With greedie griefe, and cruell care, that hath me so perfum'd.
But Patiently them for to beare, and be content withall.
Yet still I hope the best, though present helpe I want,
For why? it restes in Ioue his power some pleasure for to plant
Within my broosed breast, that almost is consum'd,
With greedie griefe, and cruell care, that hath me so perfum'd.
Care is costly.
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