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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The Louer compareth him self to the painful Falconer.
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The Louer compareth him self to the painful Falconer.
The
soaring hawk from fist that flies,
her Falconer doth constraine:
Sometime to range the ground vnknown,
to find her out againe:
And if by sight or sound of bell,
his falcon he may see:
wo ho he cries, with cheerful voice,
the gladdest man is he.
her Falconer doth constraine:
Sometime to range the ground vnknown,
to find her out againe:
And if by sight or sound of bell,
his falcon he may see:
wo ho he cries, with cheerful voice,
the gladdest man is he.
By Lure then in finest sort,
he seekes to bring her in:
But if that she, ful gorged be,
he can not so her win:
Although her becks and bending eies,
she manie proffers makes:
Wo ho ho he cries, awaie she flies,
and so her leaue she takes.
he seekes to bring her in:
But if that she, ful gorged be,
he can not so her win:
Although her becks and bending eies,
she manie proffers makes:
and so her leaue she takes.
This wofull man with wearie limmes,
runnes wandring round about:
At length by noise of chattering Pies,
his hawke againe found out
His heart was glad his eies had seen,
his falcon swift of flight:
Wo ho ho he cries, she emptie gorgde,
vpon his Lure doth light.
runnes wandring round about:
At length by noise of chattering Pies,
his hawke againe found out
His heart was glad his eies had seen,
his falcon swift of flight:
Wo ho ho he cries, she emptie gorgde,
vpon his Lure doth light.
How glad was then the falconer there,
no pen nor tongue can tel:
He swam in blisse that lately felt
like paines of cruel hel.
His hand somtime vpon her train,
somtime vpon her brest:
Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice,
his heart was now at rest.
no pen nor tongue can tel:
He swam in blisse that lately felt
like paines of cruel hel.
His hand somtime vpon her train,
somtime vpon her brest:
Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice,
his heart was now at rest.
My deer likewise, beholde thy loue,
what paines he doth indure:
And now at length let pitie moue,
to stoup, vnto his Lure.
A hood of silk, and siluer belles,
new gifts I promise thee:
Wo ho ho, I crie, I come then saie,
make me as glad as hee.
what paines he doth indure:
And now at length let pitie moue,
to stoup, vnto his Lure.
A hood of silk, and siluer belles,
new gifts I promise thee:
Wo ho ho, I crie, I come then saie,
make me as glad as hee.
FINIS.
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