The vvorkes of a young wyt trust vp with a Fardell of pretie fancies, profitable to young Poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a Banquet of Comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N. B. Gentleman |
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[VVhen I sometyme, reuolue within my mynd]
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A prety passion, pend in the behalfe of a Gentleman, who trauailyng into Kent, fell there in loue: and ventring both landes, lymme, and lyfe, to doo his Mistresse seruice, in long time reapt nothing but losse for his labour, which losse, by yll lucke, in lamentable verse, he wrote to his beloued Lady, which, how shee tooke in woorth, that restes.
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I sometyme, reuolue within my mynd,
the sorowes straunge, that some men seemes to showe:
And therwithal consider eke in kinde,
the causes first, wherof their griefes doo growe:
And then compare, their pangues with myne agayne,
I finde them al, but pleasures to my paine.
the sorowes straunge, that some men seemes to showe:
And therwithal consider eke in kinde,
the causes first, wherof their griefes doo growe:
And then compare, their pangues with myne agayne,
I finde them al, but pleasures to my paine.
For why, ech one can make a plaine discourse,
howe euery sorowe dooth assaile his mynde:
Then iudge (alas) howe farre my woes are woorse,
when none aliue, can set them out in kinde.
And if I could, my pangues at large expresse,
yet am I sure, they are remedilesse.
howe euery sorowe dooth assaile his mynde:
Then iudge (alas) howe farre my woes are woorse,
when none aliue, can set them out in kinde.
And if I could, my pangues at large expresse,
yet am I sure, they are remedilesse.
Why am I sicke? yea sure, I am not well,
where lyes my griefe? in body? or in mynde?
In both, God wot, which more I cannot tell,
and I am sure, Phisition none to finde,
That can deuise, to cure my straunge disease,
saue God and you, who may when so you please.
where lyes my griefe? in body? or in mynde?
In both, God wot, which more I cannot tell,
and I am sure, Phisition none to finde,
That can deuise, to cure my straunge disease,
saue God and you, who may when so you please.
God knowes my griefe: you onely wrought the same,
I feele the paine, though howe, I cannot showe:
God knowes my helpe: and you, O noble Dame,
the onely meane, to minister doo knowe.
Oh helpe me then, whiles I am yet aliue:
least that for life, I can no longer striue.
I feele the paine, though howe, I cannot showe:
God knowes my helpe: and you, O noble Dame,
the onely meane, to minister doo knowe.
Oh helpe me then, whiles I am yet aliue:
least that for life, I can no longer striue.
Howe holdes my griefe? alas both hot, and colde:
hot with desire, and cold againe with feare:
Warme, when I doo thy beauties beames beholde,
and quake with cold, to be, and thou not there.
Lo thus I liue, tormented as you see:
and wyll you not some pitie take on me?
hot with desire, and cold againe with feare:
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and quake with cold, to be, and thou not there.
Lo thus I liue, tormented as you see:
and wyll you not some pitie take on me?
But what is it, a kinde of feuer then,
that holdes me thus, in these extremities?
Yea sure, it is a plaine Quotidien,
that keepes mee styll, in these perplexities:
That day and night, dooth so my mynde molest,
as neuer lets my body be at rest.
that holdes me thus, in these extremities?
Yea sure, it is a plaine Quotidien,
that keepes mee styll, in these perplexities:
That day and night, dooth so my mynde molest,
as neuer lets my body be at rest.
Is then an ague such a straunge disease?
why, many so are sicke, and easily curde:
Yea, but the sicknesse of the mynd, no ease
by Phisickes arte, can euer haue procurde.
Such is my griefe, which makes me thus protest,
vntyll I dye, I neuer looke for rest.
why, many so are sicke, and easily curde:
Yea, but the sicknesse of the mynd, no ease
by Phisickes arte, can euer haue procurde.
Such is my griefe, which makes me thus protest,
vntyll I dye, I neuer looke for rest.
The griefe of mynde? why there are diuers kinds,
of sundry sorrowes, in the mynde of man:
To eche of which, the sicke man dayly fyndes,
a sundry kinde of comfort now and than:
Yet for my selfe, I stil protest my griefe
is such almost, as cannot finde reliefe.
of sundry sorrowes, in the mynde of man:
To eche of which, the sicke man dayly fyndes,
a sundry kinde of comfort now and than:
Yet for my selfe, I stil protest my griefe
is such almost, as cannot finde reliefe.
What griefe is that? That no man feeles the lyke?
a secret sorrowe that cannot be showne.
For hidden hurts, who can for comfort seeke?
but he, to whom the cause of griefe is knowne:
Yet fare I woorse, who know my strange disease:
yet cannot shewe it, nor yet seeke for ease.
a secret sorrowe that cannot be showne.
For hidden hurts, who can for comfort seeke?
but he, to whom the cause of griefe is knowne:
Yet fare I woorse, who know my strange disease:
yet cannot shewe it, nor yet seeke for ease.
What may it be? some secret pang of loue?
or contrary? some hurt that growes by hate?
Alas of both, the dayly pangs I prooue,
and that so sore, as may be wondred at:
To bide them both, but how? that seemeth straunge,
How? Why alas, I haue them by exchaunge.
or contrary? some hurt that growes by hate?
Alas of both, the dayly pangs I prooue,
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To bide them both, but how? that seemeth straunge,
How? Why alas, I haue them by exchaunge.
For why, my trade is still to liue by losse,
I venter loue, in hope to gayne good will:
My brused Barke, straunge tempestes dayly tosse,
and keepe her in the seas of sadnes still:
And when at last, shee comes from forreyne soyle,
then see the fruites of all her tedious toyle.
I venter loue, in hope to gayne good will:
My brused Barke, straunge tempestes dayly tosse,
and keepe her in the seas of sadnes still:
And when at last, shee comes from forreyne soyle,
then see the fruites of all her tedious toyle.
First Merchaundise is Malice, without cause,
and packt within a bagge of bitter bale:
Then next, is bookes of Lady Venus lawes,
which yeeld small gayne, their studies are so stale.
Then sugred speeches, mixt with sowrenes so,
as all my wares, doo yeeld me nought, but wo.
and packt within a bagge of bitter bale:
Then next, is bookes of Lady Venus lawes,
which yeeld small gayne, their studies are so stale.
Then sugred speeches, mixt with sowrenes so,
as all my wares, doo yeeld me nought, but wo.
And thus, my shippe once set on sorrowes shore,
for all my wares, I custome pay to care:
Which done, to saue some charges, that growe more,
I beare them home, to saue the Porters share:
For which I thinke, I merite mickle gayne,
I beare, God wot, with such an extreeme payne.
for all my wares, I custome pay to care:
Which done, to saue some charges, that growe more,
I beare them home, to saue the Porters share:
For which I thinke, I merite mickle gayne,
I beare, God wot, with such an extreeme payne.
And when I come, vnto my home at last,
my luckeles lodge, for so in deede it is,
And that of all my wares accompt I cast,
what losse by that, what gayne agayne by this:
At last, alone in sorrowes shoppe I sit,
and sell my wares, to my bewitched witte.
my luckeles lodge, for so in deede it is,
And that of all my wares accompt I cast,
what losse by that, what gayne agayne by this:
At last, alone in sorrowes shoppe I sit,
and sell my wares, to my bewitched witte.
Who, when he wayes what they are woorth in deede,
and yit perhappes is oftentimes deceiud:
In taking Reisons, in good reasons steede,
which in good tast, may easely be perceyud:
He thinkes at first, he cannot giue too much,
for such fine fruite, for why there are none such.
and yit perhappes is oftentimes deceiud:
In taking Reisons, in good reasons steede,
which in good tast, may easely be perceyud:
He thinkes at first, he cannot giue too much,
for such fine fruite, for why there are none such.
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But God he knowes, when he a while hath fedde
on Reisons sweete, ere they be full disgest:
He soone shall find such woorking in his head,
as that his hart shall haue but litle rest:
And if among his Reisons sweete, by chaunce
he eate a Figge, that brings him in a traunce.
on Reisons sweete, ere they be full disgest:
He soone shall find such woorking in his head,
as that his hart shall haue but litle rest:
And if among his Reisons sweete, by chaunce
he eate a Figge, that brings him in a traunce.
For oft in Figges, are secrete fetches wrought,
some Figges are fruites, that growe of foule disdayne:
Some of despight, and all such Figges are nought,
yet such be mine, which come not out of Spayne:
But growe hereby, but euer Sea, in Kent,
and thither twas, for all my wares, I went.
some Figges are fruites, that growe of foule disdayne:
Some of despight, and all such Figges are nought,
yet such be mine, which come not out of Spayne:
But growe hereby, but euer Sea, in Kent,
and thither twas, for all my wares, I went.
From thence it was, that all my wares I had,
and there I caught the cause of all my griefe:
There fell I sicke, ther was I almost madde,
and there it is, that I must seeke reliefe:
But all in vayne, for why I playnly see,
the heauenly fates, doo wholly frowne on me.
and there I caught the cause of all my griefe:
There fell I sicke, ther was I almost madde,
and there it is, that I must seeke reliefe:
But all in vayne, for why I playnly see,
the heauenly fates, doo wholly frowne on me.
Yet restlesse quite, this rest I rest vppon,
either to die, and so my sorrowes end:
Or els, when all my wofull wares be gon,
God will at last, some better shipping send:
And you deare dame, who onely know my griefe,
will waile my wo, and lend me some reliefe.
either to die, and so my sorrowes end:
Or els, when all my wofull wares be gon,
God will at last, some better shipping send:
And you deare dame, who onely know my griefe,
will waile my wo, and lend me some reliefe.
You made the Reisons that doo make me loose,
your liking first, at lest in outward showe,
And you agayne, the Figges did make me choose,
and made me tast, to woorke my deadly wo:
And you alone haue Sinamon, to binde
your friendly liking, to my louing minde.
your liking first, at lest in outward showe,
And you agayne, the Figges did make me choose,
and made me tast, to woorke my deadly wo:
And you alone haue Sinamon, to binde
your friendly liking, to my louing minde.
You haue in deede the Prunes of pitie sweete,
to coole the heate, of my so hot desire:
My quaking hart, falles quiuering at your feete,
to craue the comfort, of your fansies fire:
Your lowring lookes, doo make me sorrow so,
and your sweet loue, can onely end my wo.
to coole the heate, of my so hot desire:
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to craue the comfort, of your fansies fire:
Your lowring lookes, doo make me sorrow so,
and your sweet loue, can onely end my wo.
Then wey my case, and when you thinke vppon
the sorrowes small, that some men seeke to shewe:
And see agayne, how I am woo begon,
and that the cause of all my griefe, you know:
Uouchsafe deare dame, some sweete reliefe to giue,
yet ere I dye, for long I cannot liue.
the sorrowes small, that some men seeke to shewe:
And see agayne, how I am woo begon,
and that the cause of all my griefe, you know:
Uouchsafe deare dame, some sweete reliefe to giue,
yet ere I dye, for long I cannot liue.
And thus adue, God long prolong thy dayes,
and plant some pity in thy princely mind:
To lend him helpe, who liues a thousand wayes,
perplext with payne, and can no comfort find:
But by thy meanes, and therefore thus I end,
Lady farewell, God make thee once my friend.
and plant some pity in thy princely mind:
To lend him helpe, who liues a thousand wayes,
perplext with payne, and can no comfort find:
But by thy meanes, and therefore thus I end,
Lady farewell, God make thee once my friend.
Finis.
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