A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly Galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant Posies, & other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I. C. Gent |
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Desire his message vnto Diana.
Renowmed
Dame, whose fame the world containes,
Whose glistering face throughout the world appeare:
Cupid my Lorde, in martiall feels remaines,
And sent mee out my message to declare:
Whose valiant force, the Gods themselues doo feare,
Cupid I say in whom such ioy I finde,
Hath sent mee forth, to know thy willing minde.
Whose glistering face throughout the world appeare:
And sent mee out my message to declare:
Whose valiant force, the Gods themselues doo feare,
Cupid I say in whom such ioy I finde,
Hath sent mee forth, to know thy willing minde.
Hee craues of thee, that iustice doost request,
That thou doo yeeld, and let thy army go:
Thy false attempts the Gods themselues detest,
And euery one, is sworne thy future foe,
Eche one is bent to worke thy greefe and woe.
With glittering blade, to see thy blood in feelde,
If thou disdaine, as recreant to yeelde.
That thou doo yeeld, and let thy army go:
Thy false attempts the Gods themselues detest,
And euery one, is sworne thy future foe,
Eche one is bent to worke thy greefe and woe.
With glittering blade, to see thy blood in feelde,
If thou disdaine, as recreant to yeelde.
And Mars himselfe, with Venus is ascended,
Into the Couch, where Cupid draweth his bow:
But yet my Lorde, thus much hath thee befrended,
If thou wilt yeeld, then hee will mercy show:
This for thy sake on thee hee doth bestow.
But if thou nill, hee will dispatch thee quight,
Both thee and thine, by dint of bloody fight.
Into the Couch, where Cupid draweth his bow:
But yet my Lorde, thus much hath thee befrended,
If thou wilt yeeld, then hee will mercy show:
This for thy sake on thee hee doth bestow.
But if thou nill, hee will dispatch thee quight,
Both thee and thine, by dint of bloody fight.
Accept therfore his mercy and good will,
And deigne to shew, obedience for the same:
Pitty thy selfe, doo not the army spill,
Least all the world report this to thy shame:
And none that liueth, my louing Lord will blame.
Consider this, and thinke vpon the paine,
And speake thy minde, that I may returne againe.
And deigne to shew, obedience for the same:
Pitty thy selfe, doo not the army spill,
Least all the world report this to thy shame:
And none that liueth, my louing Lord will blame.
Consider this, and thinke vpon the paine,
And speake thy minde, that I may returne againe.
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