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 letter of the Author to J. C. concerning these Posies.
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The letter of the Author to J. C. concerning these Posies.
In Sommer tide, and gallant prime, when trees doo bud and blow,And when as Ver with hawete hue, in euery feelde doth show.
When as eche groue bedect with clothes, most meete for his degree,
Did make a shade to all the Nimphes, In silent woods that bee.
When as Don Phœbus schorchinge beames, with scalding heate did burne,
And when as hoary VVinters head, his hue did change and turne.
When Neptune graunted fauour free, to Alcion his loue,
As well roughe Boreas boysterous blastes, as Tritons hart to moue.
Beeing voide of all solace and mirth, I layd mee downe to sleepe,
In weary woods betaking mee, vnto the Fawnes to keepe.
Where neither Philomelas noate, nor fragrant smell did want,
To set mee in that pleasant pathe, or finish my intente:
And as I walkte that pleasant way, the tedious time t'expell,
Beholde I saw I know not where, a thing that liked mee well.
And they to whom I did commit, my body to defend,
Did shew mee this at whose request this vision I haue pende.
And vnto you gentle I. C. beeing pend, I send the same,
To reade, to race, to blot, to burne, the faults that merit blame.
For why? sith first you did commaund him, whose deny was gone,
Yea him I say whom to this taske; you should command alone.
Accept this Posie which I send, vnperfite though it bee,
And call to minde those gentle wordes, which once you spake to mee.
And spurd mee forth which erst was bent, no such attempt to gin,
But answered thus: tis good to sleepe beeing wrapt in a whole skin.
But then hard by the Temple Bar, you sayd you did expect,
The somme of that which now in somme, is brought into effect.
And for your owne sweet selfe I writ, the sequell that I send,
And wish you well to shew the same, to foe ne yet to freend.
And least perchance ere you beware, some chance to spie the same,
I thought it good by good aduise, for to detaine my name.
Thus fare you well my freend I. C. commend mee to your brother,
For whom before three Monthes be ronne I will prepare an other.
From his Study, yours as his owne.
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