Euphues Shadow, The Battaile of the Sences Wherein youthfull folly is set downe in his right figure, and vaine fancies are prooued to produce many offences. Hereunto is annexed the Deafe mans Dialogue, contayning Philamis Athanatos: fit for all sortes to peruse, and the better sorte to practise. By T. L. [i.e. Thomas Lodge] |
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Philamours Madrigale.
Vngratefull Greekes when on the sandie shore,
Wrongd by contempt, strong Aiax stoutly stood,
He sighth, and therewithall
Since good deserts were wrongd, in irefull moode
He drew his sworde, and straight his brest did gore,
and fainting downe did fall.
Wrongd by contempt, strong Aiax stoutly stood,
He sighth, and therewithall
Since good deserts were wrongd, in irefull moode
He drew his sworde, and straight his brest did gore,
and fainting downe did fall.
Ye gods he cryed (if any gods) he cryed,
Since countrie yeelds to words, not good desart,
Be you propitious now,
These luke-warme streames that issue from my hart,
Since Greekes my right with rigor haue entied.
Beare witnesse of my vow.
Since countrie yeelds to words, not good desart,
Be you propitious now,
These luke-warme streames that issue from my hart,
Since Greekes my right with rigor haue entied.
Beare witnesse of my vow.
I vowe (oh fruitles vow) that I haue serud,
For countries cause, and not for seruile gaine,
And yet Laertes sonne
Must haught Achilles mangled armes maintaine,
Who neuer once in combate hath deserud
As I full oft haue donne.
For countries cause, and not for seruile gaine,
And yet Laertes sonne
Must haught Achilles mangled armes maintaine,
Who neuer once in combate hath deserud
As I full oft haue donne.
Since therefore Vertue hath no recompence
Among my Grecian peeres, oh gentle mould
Receiue my sacrifice:
The heauens can tell for Greece my bloud was sould,
The heauens can tell I die for no offence,
Thus closd his eyes.
Among my Grecian peeres, oh gentle mould
Receiue my sacrifice:
The heauens can tell for Greece my bloud was sould,
The heauens can tell I die for no offence,
Thus closd his eyes.
And when the Ghost was ready to depart,
These later words with teares he forth did power,
Both gods and earth relieue me:
His bloud the earth transformd into a flower,
The heauens were mooued at the warriors smart,
Sweet Nimph beleeue me.
These later words with teares he forth did power,
Both gods and earth relieue me:
His bloud the earth transformd into a flower,
The heauens were mooued at the warriors smart,
Sweet Nimph beleeue me.
Long with Vlisses (but with greater right)
For more then Pirrhus Fathers armes I striue,
But since repulsed still,
I liuing dye, nought resteth now aliue,
But ioy, but hope, thus stil with feeble might,
I feed vpon myne ill.
For more then Pirrhus Fathers armes I striue,
But since repulsed still,
I liuing dye, nought resteth now aliue,
But ioy, but hope, thus stil with feeble might,
I feed vpon myne ill.
The heauens behould how I am firme and true,
The earth my teares to flowers hath transformd,
my wound stil bleeding flowes,
Without some grace my greefe is not reformd,
Oh were my griefes, wounds, flowers, so fresh in vew,
You then would end my woes.
The earth my teares to flowers hath transformd,
my wound stil bleeding flowes,
Without some grace my greefe is not reformd,
Oh were my griefes, wounds, flowers, so fresh in vew,
You then would end my woes.
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