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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The Epitaph of Eurimone.
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The Epitaph of Eurimone.
Heere lies ingraude in prime of tender age,
Eurimone, too pearlesse in disdaine:
Whose proud contempt no reason might asswage,
till loue to quite all wronged louers paine,
Bereft her wits when as her friend was gone,
Who now lyes tombed in this marble stone.
Eurimone, too pearlesse in disdaine:
Whose proud contempt no reason might asswage,
till loue to quite all wronged louers paine,
Bereft her wits when as her friend was gone,
Who now lyes tombed in this marble stone.
Let Ladies learne her lewdnes to eschew,
and whilst they lyue in freedome of delight:
To take remorse, and louers sorrowes rew,
For why contempt is answered with dispight,
Remembring still this sentence sage and ould:
Who will not yonge, they may not when they would.
and whilst they lyue in freedome of delight:
For why contempt is answered with dispight,
Remembring still this sentence sage and ould:
Who will not yonge, they may not when they would.
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