The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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An Unhappy, Solemne, Jeasting Curse.
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An Unhappy, Solemne, Jeasting Curse.
Oh venome, cursed, wicked, wretched eyes,
The killing lookers on the heart of Loue:
Where witching Beauty liues but to deuise
The plague of wit, and passions hell to proue.
The killing lookers on the heart of Loue:
Where witching Beauty liues but to deuise
The plague of wit, and passions hell to proue.
That snowy necke that chillest, more than snowe,
Both eyes and harts, that liue but to behold thee;
That graceles lip, frō whēce Loves grief doth grow,
Who doth in all his sweetest sense infold thee.
Both eyes and harts, that liue but to behold thee;
That graceles lip, frō whēce Loves grief doth grow,
Who doth in all his sweetest sense infold thee.
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Those chaining hairs, more hard than iron chains,
In tying fast the fairest thoughts of Loue:
Yee shameful cheeks, that in your blushing vains
The ravisht passions of the minde doe proue.
In tying fast the fairest thoughts of Loue:
Yee shameful cheeks, that in your blushing vains
The ravisht passions of the minde doe proue.
Yee spider fingers of those spitefull hands,
That worke but webbes to tangle Fancies eyes:
That idole breast, that like an image stands,
To worke the hell of reasons heresies.
That worke but webbes to tangle Fancies eyes:
That idole breast, that like an image stands,
To worke the hell of reasons heresies.
Those Fairy feete, whose chary steppes doe steale
Those hearts, whose eies do but their shadowes see:
That ruthlesse spirit, that may well reueale
Where Loues confusions all included be:
Those hearts, whose eies do but their shadowes see:
That ruthlesse spirit, that may well reueale
Where Loues confusions all included be:
To thee, that canst or wilt not bend thy will,
To vse thy gifts, all gratious in their nature;
To Patience good, and not to Passions ill,
And maist and wilt not be a blessed creature.
To vse thy gifts, all gratious in their nature;
To Patience good, and not to Passions ill,
And maist and wilt not be a blessed creature.
I wish and pray, thine eyes may weepe for woe,
They cannot get one looke of thy beloued;
Thy snowy necke may be as colde as snowe,
With colde of feare it hath no fancy moued.
They cannot get one looke of thy beloued;
Thy snowy necke may be as colde as snowe,
With colde of feare it hath no fancy moued.
Thy lippe, in anger by thy teeth be bitten,
It can not giue one kissing sweete of Loue;
And by thy hands thy shriu'led haires be smitten,
For want of holding of thy hopes behoue.
It can not giue one kissing sweete of Loue;
And by thy hands thy shriu'led haires be smitten,
For want of holding of thy hopes behoue.
Thy blushing cheekes loose all their liuely blood,
With pining passions of impatient thought;
That idole bodie, like a piece of wood,
Consume, to see it is esteemd for nought.
With pining passions of impatient thought;
That idole bodie, like a piece of wood,
Consume, to see it is esteemd for nought.
Those spider fingers, and those fairy feete,
The crampe so crooke, that they may creepe for griefe:
And, in that spirit, Sorrowes poisons meete,
To bring on death, where Loue hath no reliefe.
The crampe so crooke, that they may creepe for griefe:
And, in that spirit, Sorrowes poisons meete,
To bring on death, where Loue hath no reliefe.
All these, and more iust measures of amisse
Vpon thy frownes, on faithfull Love, befall:
But sweetly smile—and then heavēs pour their blisse
On thy hairs, neck, cheeks, lip, hands, feet, and all.
Vpon thy frownes, on faithfull Love, befall:
But sweetly smile—and then heavēs pour their blisse
On thy hairs, neck, cheeks, lip, hands, feet, and all.
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