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Loues seruile Lot.
Loue, mistris is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serue:
They reckon least how little loue,
Their seruice doth deserue.
Yet few know whom they serue:
They reckon least how little loue,
Their seruice doth deserue.
The will shee robbeth from the wit:
The sence from reasons lore,
Shee is delightfull in the rine,
Corrupted in the core.
The sence from reasons lore,
Shee is delightfull in the rine,
Corrupted in the core.
Shee shroudeth vice in vertues vaile,
Pretending much good will:
Shee offereth ioy, affoordeth griefe,
A kisse where shee doth kill.
Pretending much good will:
Shee offereth ioy, affoordeth griefe,
A kisse where shee doth kill.
A honnie shower raines from her lippes,
Sweete lights shine in her face:
Shee hath the blush of virgine mild,
The mind of Vipers race.
Sweete lights shine in her face:
Shee hath the blush of virgine mild,
The mind of Vipers race.
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She makes thee seeke, yet feare to find:
To find, but not enioy.
In many frounes some gliding smiles,
Shee yeeldes to more anoy.
To find, but not enioy.
In many frounes some gliding smiles,
Shee yeeldes to more anoy.
She wooes thee to come neere her fire:
Yet doth shee draw it from thee:
Farre off she makes thy hart to frie,
And yet to freeze within thee.
Yet doth shee draw it from thee:
Farre off she makes thy hart to frie,
And yet to freeze within thee.
Shee letteth fall some luring baites:
For fooles to gather vp.
Too sweete to some to euery tast,
Shee tempereth her cup.
For fooles to gather vp.
Too sweete to some to euery tast,
Shee tempereth her cup.
Soft soules she bindes in tender twist,
Small Flees in spinners webbe,
Shee sets a floote some luring streames,
But makes them soone to ebbe.
Small Flees in spinners webbe,
Shee sets a floote some luring streames,
But makes them soone to ebbe.
Her watrie eyes haue burning force:
Her floods and flames conspire.
Teares kindle sparkes, sobbes fuell are:
And sighes doe blow her fire.
Her floods and flames conspire.
Teares kindle sparkes, sobbes fuell are:
And sighes doe blow her fire.
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May neuer was the Month of loue,
For May is full of flowers,
But rather Aprill wet by kind,
For loue is full of showers.
For May is full of flowers,
But rather Aprill wet by kind,
For loue is full of showers.
Like tyrant cruell wounds she geues,
Like Surgeon salue shee lends,
But salue and sore haue equall force,
For death is both their ends.
Like Surgeon salue shee lends,
But salue and sore haue equall force,
For death is both their ends.
With soothed wordes, inthralled soules:
Shee chaines in seruile bands,
Her eye in silence hath a speach,
Which eye best vnderstands.
Shee chaines in seruile bands,
Her eye in silence hath a speach,
Which eye best vnderstands.
Their leaues are stained in beauties die,
And blassed with their beames,
Their stalkes inameld with delight:
And limed with glorious gleames.
And blassed with their beames,
Their stalkes inameld with delight:
And limed with glorious gleames.
Life giuing iuice of liuing loue;
Their sugered vaines doe fill,
And watred with eternall showers,
They nectared droppes distill.
Their sugered vaines doe fill,
And watred with eternall showers,
They nectared droppes distill.
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These flowers doe spring from fertill soile,
Though from vnmanu'rd fielde.
Most glittering golde in lew of gleebe,
The fragrant flowers doe yeelde.
Though from vnmanu'rd fielde.
Most glittering golde in lew of gleebe,
The fragrant flowers doe yeelde.
Whose Soueraigne sent surpassing sense,
So rauisheth the mind.
That worldly weedes needes must he lothe,
That can these flowers find.
So rauisheth the mind.
That worldly weedes needes must he lothe,
That can these flowers find.
FINIS.
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