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 wounded wight thus complayneth.
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The wounded wight thus complayneth.
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ioy I feele since care doth gripe my hearte,
No haplesse hap, could happen more amisse:
Then for to liue in place of feare and smart,
And spend my dayes where as no pleasure is.
Such is the happe I see for me assigned,
And for such happe, I wish my lyfe resigned.
No haplesse hap, could happen more amisse:
Then for to liue in place of feare and smart,
And spend my dayes where as no pleasure is.
Such is the happe I see for me assigned,
And for such happe, I wish my lyfe resigned.
I being well and voyde quyte of this snare,
Could not take heede, but headlong runne therein,
Must for such hast, content my selfe with care,
And take my happe, sith I did it beginne.
For where I was, I liu'd and was well eas'd,
Yet not content, my minde was not so pleas'd,
Could not take heede, but headlong runne therein,
Must for such hast, content my selfe with care,
And take my happe, sith I did it beginne.
For where I was, I liu'd and was well eas'd,
Yet not content, my minde was not so pleas'd,
If I were there, and absent from this place,
I do beleeue, I would not fast returne:
Sith I doe feele my comming workes disgrace
Within my minde, and makes my heart to burne.
As pleasant springes, which springe in others soile
Must quēch the heate, which in my brest doth boile.
I do beleeue, I would not fast returne:
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Within my minde, and makes my heart to burne.
As pleasant springes, which springe in others soile
Must quēch the heate, which in my brest doth boile.
Unto which springs, God graunt I may repayre
To coole my heate, and set my hearte at rest:
To ease this minde, now dying in Despaire,
And helpe to ioy my heart which is opprest.
I craue this summe, with wet and waterie eyes
With soaking sighes, and shriking voyce to skies.
To coole my heate, and set my hearte at rest:
To ease this minde, now dying in Despaire,
And helpe to ioy my heart which is opprest.
I craue this summe, with wet and waterie eyes
With soaking sighes, and shriking voyce to skies.
Tis wisedome some doe tell,
To know when we are well:
And so to rest Content,
Least that we doe repent.
To know when we are well:
And so to rest Content,
Least that we doe repent.
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