Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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An Ode. |
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An Ode.
Nowe
I find thy lookes were fained,
Quickly lost, and quicklie gained:
Soft thy skinne, like wooll of Weathers,
Hart vnstable, light as feathers.
Tongue vntrustie, subtil sighted,
Wanton will, with change delighted:
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Quickly lost, and quicklie gained:
Soft thy skinne, like wooll of Weathers,
Hart vnstable, light as feathers.
Tongue vntrustie, subtil sighted,
Wanton will, with change delighted:
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Of thine eyes, I made my mirror,
From thy beautie came mine error,
All thy words I counted wittie,
All thy smiles I deemed pritty.
Thy false teares that me agrieued,
First of all my trust deceiued,
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
From thy beautie came mine error,
All thy words I counted wittie,
All thy smiles I deemed pritty.
Thy false teares that me agrieued,
First of all my trust deceiued,
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Faind acceptance when I asked,
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholly,
Wretched man my trust was folly:
Lillie white and prettie winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorry thinking.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Louely words with cunning masked,
Holy vowes but hart vnholly,
Wretched man my trust was folly:
Lillie white and prettie winking,
Sollemne vowes, but sorry thinking.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Now I see O seemely cruell,
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance,
Since in loue is no assurance.
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beautie is a fading treasure.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Others warme them at my fuell,
Wit shall guide me in this durance,
Since in loue is no assurance.
Change thy pasture, take thy pleasure,
Beautie is a fading treasure.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for this treason.
Prime youth lusts not age still follow,
And make white these tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the Dame despightfull:
And when time shall cate thy glory,
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
And make white these tresses yellow,
Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull,
Shall acquaint the Dame despightfull:
And when time shall cate thy glory,
Then too late thou wilt be sorry.
Siren pleasant, foe to reason,
Cupid plague thee for thy treason.
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