A Handefull of pleasant delites Containing sundrie new Sonets and delectable Histories, in diuers kindes of Meeter. Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in use, to be sung: euerie Sonet orderly pointed to his proper Tune. With new additions of certain Songs, to verie late deuised Notes, not commonly knowen, nor vsed heretofore, By Clement Robinson, and diuers others |
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A Sonet of two faithfull Louers, exhorting one another to be constant.
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A Sonet of two faithfull Louers, exhorting one another to be constant.
The
famous Prince of Macedon,
Whose wars increst his worthy name
Triumphed not so, when he had won
By conquest great, immortall fame,
As I reioice, reioice,
For thee, my choice, with heart and voice,
Since thou art mine,
Whom, long to loue, the Gods assigne.
Whose wars increst his worthy name
Triumphed not so, when he had won
By conquest great, immortall fame,
As I reioice, reioice,
For thee, my choice, with heart and voice,
Since thou art mine,
Whom, long to loue, the Gods assigne.
The secret flames of this my loue,
The stars had wrought ere I was borne,
Whose sugred force my hart doth moue,
And eke my will so sure hath sworne.
that Fortunes lore, no more,
though I therefore, did life abhore:
Shall neuer make,
Forgetful dewes my heat to slake.
The stars had wrought ere I was borne,
Whose sugred force my hart doth moue,
And eke my will so sure hath sworne.
that Fortunes lore, no more,
though I therefore, did life abhore:
Shall neuer make,
Forgetful dewes my heat to slake.
If that I falle my faith to thee,
Or seeke to chaunge for any newe:
If thoughts appeare so ill in me,
If thou thy life shall iustly rew,
Such kinde of woe, of woe:
As friende or foe, might to me showe:
Betide me than,
Or wurse, if it may hap to man.
Or seeke to chaunge for any newe:
If thoughts appeare so ill in me,
If thou thy life shall iustly rew,
Such kinde of woe, of woe:
As friende or foe, might to me showe:
Betide me than,
Or wurse, if it may hap to man.
Then let vs ioy in this our loue:
In spite of Fortunes wrath my deere:
Twoo willes in one, as dooth behooue,
One loue in both, let still appeare:
And I will be, will be,
Piramus to thee, my owne Thisbie,
So thou againe,
My constant louer shalt remaine.
In spite of Fortunes wrath my deere:
Twoo willes in one, as dooth behooue,
One loue in both, let still appeare:
And I will be, will be,
Piramus to thee, my owne Thisbie,
So thou againe,
My constant louer shalt remaine.
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