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The EKATOMPATHIA[Greek] Or Passionate Centurie of Loue

Diuided into two parts: whereof, the first expresseth the Authors sufferance in Loue: the latter, his long farewell to Loue and all his tyrannie. Composed by Thomas Watson

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XLI.

[O happy men that finde no lacke in Loue]

This Passion is framed vpon a somewhat tedious or too much affected continuation of that figure in Rhethorique, whiche of the Grekes is called παλιλογια or αναδιπλωσις, of the Latines Reduplicatio: whereof Susenbrotus (if I well remember me) alleadgeth this example out of Virgill,

Sequitur pulcherrimus Austur,

AEneid. 10.


Austur equo fidens.
O happy men that finde no lacke in Loue;
I Loue, and lacke what most I do desire;
My deepe desire no reason can remoue;
All reason shunnes my brest, that's set one fire;
And so the fire mainetaines both force and flame,
That force auayleth not against the same;
One onely helpe, can slake this burning heate,
Which burning heate proceedeth from her face,
Whose face by lookes bewitched my conceite,
Through which conceite I liue in woefull case;
O woefull case, which hath no ende of woe,
Till woes haue ende by fauour of my foe;
And yet my foe mainetaineth such a Warre,
As all her Warre is nothing els but Peace;
But such a Peace, as breedeth secreat Iarre,
Which Iarre no witte, no force, no time can cease;
Yet cease despaire: for time by witte, or force,
May force my frendly foe to take remorse.