The Poets VVillovv Or, The Passionate Shepheard: With sundry delightfull, and no lesse Passionate Sonnets: describing the passions of a discontented and perplexed Lover. Diuers compositions of verses concording as well with the Lyricke, as the Anacreonticke measures; neuer before published: Being reduced into an exact and distinct order of Metricall extractions [by Richard Brathwait] |
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Astræas farewell to Dorinda.
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Astræas farewell to Dorinda.
Farewell Dorinda, we must now no more
Talke of our maiden pleasures we haue had,
Nor sit along vpon the siluer shore,
Sighing and puling, calling on that lad,
That purblinde Cupid, that did wound vs sore:
Which made vs pensiue, so perplext and sad,
That we with solemne protestations swore
To be reueng'd: that he himselfe might know,
Though he could shoote, yet we could breake his bow.
Talke of our maiden pleasures we haue had,
Nor sit along vpon the siluer shore,
Sighing and puling, calling on that lad,
That purblinde Cupid, that did wound vs sore:
Which made vs pensiue, so perplext and sad,
That we with solemne protestations swore
To be reueng'd: that he himselfe might know,
Though he could shoote, yet we could breake his bow.
How oft and many times haue we two walk'd
In that same flourie Mede, which doth adioine
Thy fathers house, and haue securely talk'd?
Where hauing nought to doe, we vs'd to proine
The poppie braunches, which did then exalt,
Their tops too high: where we would straight combine
Those blossoms we had cropt laying together,
Our heapes in one which had bene lopt by either.
In that same flourie Mede, which doth adioine
Thy fathers house, and haue securely talk'd?
Where hauing nought to doe, we vs'd to proine
The poppie braunches, which did then exalt,
Their tops too high: where we would straight combine
Those blossoms we had cropt laying together,
Our heapes in one which had bene lopt by either.
But now that vernant spring is past and gon,
And dismall winter with his hoarie brow
Sits on my cheeke, that thus am left alone:
That Stem shows withred leaues, that erst did show,
Fruites that deserued to be look'd vpon,
Which barrennes was first procur'd by you,
But ile not blame you: you haue lost your mate,
But you haue changed for a better state.
And dismall winter with his hoarie brow
Sits on my cheeke, that thus am left alone:
That Stem shows withred leaues, that erst did show,
Fruites that deserued to be look'd vpon,
Which barrennes was first procur'd by you,
But ile not blame you: you haue lost your mate,
But you haue changed for a better state.
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Haue me commended vnto Hymens bower,
Tell him I wish he would come visit me,
And if I doe resist his sacred power
Let me of after ioyes excluded be:
Too long I feare I keepe a mellow flower,
Which once thou had'st, but now is gone frō thee,
Beleeue me sweete Dorinda, I diuine,
Ere many daies my state must answer thine.
Tell him I wish he would come visit me,
And if I doe resist his sacred power
Let me of after ioyes excluded be:
Too long I feare I keepe a mellow flower,
Which once thou had'st, but now is gone frō thee,
Beleeue me sweete Dorinda, I diuine,
Ere many daies my state must answer thine.
Which if it doe, our former thoughts of loue,
So well repressed in so equall bounds,
VVe once shall make repaire vnto that groue
Where pensiue passions first receiu'd their groūds,
And make a foole of that same Ape of loue
By whom we once endured manie wounds:
But now preseru'd, redeem'd, enioying either,
Admire our equall states, enuied of neither.
So well repressed in so equall bounds,
VVe once shall make repaire vnto that groue
Where pensiue passions first receiu'd their groūds,
And make a foole of that same Ape of loue
By whom we once endured manie wounds:
But now preseru'd, redeem'd, enioying either,
Admire our equall states, enuied of neither.
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