The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead |
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How graūde amoure in the temple of Uenus made
his supplycacyon. Ca. xxx. The supplycacyon.
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How graūde amoure in the temple of Uenus made
his supplycacyon. Ca. xxx. The supplycacyon.
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XXX. How graūde amoure in the temple of Uenus made his supplycacyon. Ca. xxx. The supplycacyon.
O Venus lady and excellent goddes
O celestyall sterre hauynge the souerayne
Aboue all other sterres as lady and prynces
As is accordynge vnto your deyte
Pleaseth it now your grete benygnyte
Vnto my complaynt for to gyue audyence
Whiche brenne in loue with percynge vyolence
O celestyall sterre hauynge the souerayne
Aboue all other sterres as lady and prynces
As is accordynge vnto your deyte
Pleaseth it now your grete benygnyte
Vnto my complaynt for to gyue audyence
Whiche brenne in loue with percynge vyolence
For so it happed that the lady fame
Dyde with me mete and gan to expresse
Of a payre lady whiche had vnto name
Labelle pucell come of hye noblesse
Whose beauty clere and comly goodlynesse
Frome daye to daye doth ryght well renne
With grace brydled and with grete vertue
Dyde with me mete and gan to expresse
Of a payre lady whiche had vnto name
Labelle pucell come of hye noblesse
Whose beauty clere and comly goodlynesse
Frome daye to daye doth ryght well renne
With grace brydled and with grete vertue
She tolde me of her fayre habytacyon
And of the wayes therto full daungerous
Her swete reporte gaue exortacyon
Vnto my herte for to be courygyous
To pas the passage harde and troblous
And to brynge me out of grete encumbraunce
She me delyuered bothe grace and gouernaunce
And of the wayes therto full daungerous
Her swete reporte gaue exortacyon
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To pas the passage harde and troblous
And to brynge me out of grete encumbraunce
She me delyuered bothe grace and gouernaunce
So forthe we went to the toure of scyence
For to attayne in euery artyke poole
And fyrst doctryne by good experyence
Vnto dame gramer dyde sette me to scoole
Of mysty ygnoraunce to oppres the doole
And so I ascended vnto dame logyke
And after her vnto lusty rethoryke
For to attayne in euery artyke poole
And fyrst doctryne by good experyence
Vnto dame gramer dyde sette me to scoole
Of mysty ygnoraunce to oppres the doole
And so I ascended vnto dame logyke
And after her vnto lusty rethoryke
Tyll at the last at a feest solemply
To a temple I went dame musyke to here
Play on her organs with swete armony
But than on lofte I sawe to me appere
The floure of comforte the sterre of vertue celere
Whose beaute bryght in to my herte dyde passe
Lyke as fayre Phebus dooth shyne in the glasse
To a temple I went dame musyke to here
Play on her organs with swete armony
But than on lofte I sawe to me appere
The floure of comforte the sterre of vertue celere
Whose beaute bryght in to my herte dyde passe
Lyke as fayre Phebus dooth shyne in the glasse
So was my herte by the stroke of loue
With sorowe perst and with mortall payne
That vnneth I myght frome the place remoue
Where as I stode I was so take certayne
Yet vp I loked to se her agayne
And at auenture with a sory moode
Vp than I went where as her persone stoode
With sorowe perst and with mortall payne
That vnneth I myght frome the place remoue
Where as I stode I was so take certayne
Yet vp I loked to se her agayne
And at auenture with a sory moode
Vp than I went where as her persone stoode
And fyrst of all my herte gan to lerne
Ryght well to regyster in remembraunce
How that her beaute I myght than decerne
Frome toppe to too endued with pleasaunce
Whiche I shall shewe withouten varyaunce
Her shynynge here so proprely she dresses
Alofe her forhede with fayre golden tresses
Ryght well to regyster in remembraunce
How that her beaute I myght than decerne
Frome toppe to too endued with pleasaunce
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Her shynynge here so proprely she dresses
Alofe her forhede with fayre golden tresses
Her forhede stepe with fayre browes ybente
Her eyen gray / her nose strayght and fayre
In her whyte chekes the fayre blode it wente
As amonge the whyte the reed to repayre
Her mouthe ryght small her brethe swete of ayre
Her lyppes softe and rudy as a rose
No herte on lyue but it wolde hym oppose
Her eyen gray / her nose strayght and fayre
In her whyte chekes the fayre blode it wente
As amonge the whyte the reed to repayre
Her mouthe ryght small her brethe swete of ayre
Her lyppes softe and rudy as a rose
No herte on lyue but it wolde hym oppose
With a lytell pytte in her well fauoured chynne
Her necke longe and whyte as ony lyly
With vaynes blewe in whiche the blode rāne inne
Her pappes rounde / and therto ryght praty
Her armes sclender / and of goodly body
Her fyngers small / and therto ryght longe
Whyte as the mylke with blewe vaynes amonge
Her necke longe and whyte as ony lyly
With vaynes blewe in whiche the blode rāne inne
Her pappes rounde / and therto ryght praty
Her armes sclender / and of goodly body
Her fyngers small / and therto ryght longe
Whyte as the mylke with blewe vaynes amonge
Her feet propre she gartred well her hose
I neuer sawe so swete a creature
Nothynge she lacketh as I do suppose
That is longynge to fayre dame nature
Yet more ouer her countenaunce so pure
So swete / so louely wolde ony herte enspyre
With feruente loue to attayne his desyre
I neuer sawe so swete a creature
Nothynge she lacketh as I do suppose
That is longynge to fayre dame nature
Yet more ouer her countenaunce so pure
So swete / so louely wolde ony herte enspyre
With feruente loue to attayne his desyre
But what for her maners passeth all
She is bothe gentyll good vertuous
Alas what fortune dyde me to her call
Without that she be to me pyteous
With her so fetred in paynes dolourous
Alas shall pyte be frome her exyled
Whiche all vertues hath so vndefyled
She is bothe gentyll good vertuous
Alas what fortune dyde me to her call
Without that she be to me pyteous
With her so fetred in paynes dolourous
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Whiche all vertues hath so vndefyled
Thus in my mynde whan I had engraued
Her goodly countenaunce and fayre fygure
It was no wonder that I was amased
My herte and mynde she had so tane in cure
Nothynge of loue I durst to her dyscure
Yet for bycause I was in her presence
I toke acquayntaunce of her excellence
Her goodly countenaunce and fayre fygure
It was no wonder that I was amased
My herte and mynde she had so tane in cure
Nothynge of loue I durst to her dyscure
Yet for bycause I was in her presence
I toke acquayntaunce of her excellence
My herte was drenched in grete sorowe depe
Though outwardly my countenaunce was lyght
The inwarde wo in to my herte dyde crepe
To hyde my payne it was grete force and myght
Thus her swete beaute with a sodayne syght
My herte hath wounded whiche must nedes obeye
Vnto suche a sorowe now alas welawaye
Though outwardly my countenaunce was lyght
The inwarde wo in to my herte dyde crepe
To hyde my payne it was grete force and myght
Thus her swete beaute with a sodayne syght
My herte hath wounded whiche must nedes obeye
Vnto suche a sorowe now alas welawaye
For she is gone and departed ryght ferre
In her countre where she doth abyde
She is now gone the fayre shynynge sterre
O lady Venus I pray the prouyde
That I may after at the morowe tyde
And by the waye with herte ryght rygoryous
To subdue myn enemyes contraryous
In her countre where she doth abyde
She is now gone the fayre shynynge sterre
O lady Venus I pray the prouyde
That I may after at the morowe tyde
And by the waye with herte ryght rygoryous
To subdue myn enemyes contraryous
And yet thy grace moost humbly I praye
To fende thy sone lytell Cupyde before
With louynge letters as fast as thou maye
That she may knowe some what of paynes sore
Whiche for her sake I suffre euermore
Now lady Venus with my hole entente
Of lyfe or dethe I byde thy Iugement
To fende thy sone lytell Cupyde before
With louynge letters as fast as thou maye
That she may knowe some what of paynes sore
Whiche for her sake I suffre euermore
Now lady Venus with my hole entente
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Well than sayd Venus I haue perseueraunce
That you knowe somwhat of myghty power
Whiche to my courte sue for acquayntaunce
To haue release of your grete paynes sower
Abyde a whyle ye must tary the hower
The tyme renneth towarde ryght fast
Ioy cometh after whan the sorowe is past
That you knowe somwhat of myghty power
Whiche to my courte sue for acquayntaunce
To haue release of your grete paynes sower
Abyde a whyle ye must tary the hower
The tyme renneth towarde ryght fast
Ioy cometh after whan the sorowe is past
Alas I sayd who is fettred in chaynes
He thynketh longe after delyueracyon
Of his grete wo and eke mortall paynes
For who abydeth paynfull penaunce
Thynketh a shorte whyle a longe contynuaunce
Who may not speke with her he loueth beste
It is no wonder thoughe he take no reste
He thynketh longe after delyueracyon
Of his grete wo and eke mortall paynes
For who abydeth paynfull penaunce
Thynketh a shorte whyle a longe contynuaunce
Who may not speke with her he loueth beste
It is no wonder thoughe he take no reste
Abyde quod she you must a whyle yet tary
Though to haue comforte ye ryght longe do thynke
I shall prouyde for you a lectuary
Whiche after sorowe into your herte shall synke
Though you be brought now vnto dethes brynke
Yet drede exyle and lyue in hope and trust
For at the last you shall attayne your lust
Though to haue comforte ye ryght longe do thynke
I shall prouyde for you a lectuary
Whiche after sorowe into your herte shall synke
Though you be brought now vnto dethes brynke
Yet drede exyle and lyue in hope and trust
For at the last you shall attayne your lust
And specyally I gyue to you a charge
To fyxe your loue for to be true and stable
Vpon your lady and not to fle at large
As in sundry wyse for to be varyable
In corrupte thoughtes vyle and culpable
Prepence nothynge vnto her dyshoneste
For loue dyshonest hath no certaynte
To fyxe your loue for to be true and stable
Vpon your lady and not to fle at large
As in sundry wyse for to be varyable
In corrupte thoughtes vyle and culpable
Prepence nothynge vnto her dyshoneste
For loue dyshonest hath no certaynte
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And sythen that I was cause you begone
Fyrst for to loue I shall a letter make
Vnto your lady / and sende it by my sone
Lytell Cupyde / that shall it to her take
That she your sorowe may detray or slake
Her harded herte it shall well reuolue
With pyteous wordes that shall it desolue
Fyrst for to loue I shall a letter make
Vnto your lady / and sende it by my sone
Lytell Cupyde / that shall it to her take
That she your sorowe may detray or slake
Her harded herte it shall well reuolue
With pyteous wordes that shall it desolue
And ryght anone as the maner foloweth
She caused sapyence a letter to wryte
Lo what her fauoure vnto me auayleth
Whan for my sake she dyde so well endyte
As I shall shewe in a shorte respyte
The gentyll fourme and tenoure of her letter
To spede my cause for to attayne the better.
She caused sapyence a letter to wryte
Lo what her fauoure vnto me auayleth
Whan for my sake she dyde so well endyte
As I shall shewe in a shorte respyte
The gentyll fourme and tenoure of her letter
To spede my cause for to attayne the better.
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How graūde amoure in the temple of Uenus made
his supplycacyon. Ca. xxx. The supplycacyon.
The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes | |