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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The fourth complaint of this, and of the
thirde I can set no true cause of wrighting, for the poore
Knight hath denyed to tell it.
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The fourth complaint of this, and of the thirde I can set no true cause of wrighting, for the poore Knight hath denyed to tell it.
Pyraustæ interitus.
As
doth the Fly, whose life the fier maintaines,
Giue vp the breath, when fier is take her fro:
Or as the worme, within the snow remaines,
Yeeld vp the life, when shee from snow doth go:
Alas the while, so happeneth it to mee,
For heat and colde, haue been my great delight:
What greefe is this, that I must distant bee?
From out the place, wherof I haue my might?
Come denting death, come strike the ende of strife,
Pyraustæ shee, is weary of her life.
Giue vp the breath, when fier is take her fro:
Or as the worme, within the snow remaines,
Yeeld vp the life, when shee from snow doth go:
Alas the while, so happeneth it to mee,
For heat and colde, haue been my great delight:
What greefe is this, that I must distant bee?
From out the place, wherof I haue my might?
Come denting death, come strike the ende of strife,
Pyraustæ shee, is weary of her life.
Farewell to thee, which gaue mee breath and blood,
Farewell to thee, which did maintaine my state:
Farewell to thee, in whom my pleasure stood,
Farewell to thee, which diddest prolonge my fate:
For why? the snow is melted with the sunne,
And flashing fier, is quenched out with raine:
The fates haue sayd, short bee thy daies to runne,
From whence thou camest, thou shalt returne againe:
Come venting death, come strike the ende of strife,
Pyraustæ shee, is weary of her life.
Farewell to thee, which did maintaine my state:
Farewell to thee, in whom my pleasure stood,
Farewell to thee, which diddest prolonge my fate:
For why? the snow is melted with the sunne,
And flashing fier, is quenched out with raine:
The fates haue sayd, short bee thy daies to runne,
From whence thou camest, thou shalt returne againe:
Come venting death, come strike the ende of strife,
Pyraustæ shee, is weary of her life.
So goeth my time, so runs my fickle race,
And all is gone, nothing is left in store:
Imbrued with teares, I must bewayle my case,
I wish for death, what should I looke for more:
For sith the aydes which did prolonge my strength,
Bee fled from feelde, and banished from coast,
With willing hart, I yeeld to him at length:
Which coms to call whom I desired most.
Come denting death, come strike the ende of strife.
Pyrausta shee, is weary of her life.
And all is gone, nothing is left in store:
Imbrued with teares, I must bewayle my case,
I wish for death, what should I looke for more:
For sith the aydes which did prolonge my strength,
Bee fled from feelde, and banished from coast,
With willing hart, I yeeld to him at length:
Which coms to call whom I desired most.
Come denting death, come strike the ende of strife.
Pyrausta shee, is weary of her life.
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