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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To VVilliam Godf.
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To VVilliam Godf.
Frontis nulla fides.
In Sommer tide, & florishing Month, when euery herb was greene,
And euery bow began to bud, most cumly to bee seene.
In pleasant Herbar where I walkte, to recreat my minde,
Beholde I pray, what yll successe, I chanced for to finde:
Under a set of Margerom, which in that place did grow,
For pleasant shade, and fragrant smell, when I had couched low.
And Margerom had giuen mee leaue, vnder her winges to rest,
I thought my selfe as neere to Heauen, as is the Egles nest.
Wheras I had not couched long, but tumbling too and fro,
Behold a Serpent venemous, forth from her Den did goe.
And hissing foorth her venomed toung, shee stonge my brest most sore,
Which doone, shee did returne againe, from whence shee came before.
Take heede therfore by my yll lot, take heede therfore say I,
For vnder Hony oftentime, doth cankred poison lye,
And in that bed of whose faire branch, my Posie I would make,
I must confesse, though to my paine, I found a stinging Snake.
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