A Small Treatise betwixt Arnalte and Lucenda Entituled The Evill-intreated Lover, Or The Melancholy Knight Originally written in the Greeke Tongue, by an unknowne Author. Afterwards Translated into Spanish; after that, for the Excellency thereof, into the French Tongue by N. H. next by B. M. into the Thuscan, and now turn'd into English Verse by L. L. [i.e. Leonard Lawrence] a well-wisher to the Muses |
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To his worthy Friend the Author, upon his Translation. |
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To his worthy Friend the Author, upon his Translation.
Thy Arnalt sad, yet sweetly sung, will moveIn all delight and pleasure, win their love.
So Philomel, whilst of her Rape she plaines,
The senses ravisht with delightsome straines.
Then doe not suffer this thy worke to dwell
With dull Oblivion in her gloomy Cell:
What though thy Arnalt doth himselfe confine
To Groves? yet to the World let thy Muse shine:
Feare not the ill-intreated Lovers Fate,
All lovingly will 'treate thy Muse, none hate.
W. M.
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