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- # A Lovers
Sometime a blufferer that the ruffle knew
Of Court of Cattle, and had let go by
The swiftest hour is observed as they flew,
Towards this afflicted fancy faffly drew:
And priviledg’d by age desires to know
In breeze the grounds and motives of her wo.
So slides he downs vppon his greyned bat;
And comely distant fits he by her side,
When hee againe defires her, being fatte,
Her grecuance with his hearing to decide;
If that from him there may be ought applied
Which may her suffering extatic affwage
Tis promut in the charitie of age.
Father she saies, though in mee you behold
The injury of many a bluffing hour;
Let it not tell your Judgement I am old,
N’t age, but sorrow, ouer me hath power;
I might as yet haue bene a spreading flower
Fresh to my selfe, if I had selfe applied
Loue to my selfe, and to no Loue befide.
But wo is mee, too early I attended
A youthfull suit it was to gaine my grace;
O one by natures outwards so commended,
That maidens eyes stucke ouer all his face,
Loue lackt a dwelling and made him her place.
And when in his faire parts shee didde abide,
Shee was new lodg’d and newly Deified.
His browny locks did hang in crooked cutles,
And euery light occasion of the wind
Vpon his lippes their silken parcels lustles,
Whats sweet to do, to do wil apely find,
Each eye that saw him did inchamet the minder.
For
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# COMPLAINT
For on his visage was in little drawne,
What largenefse thinkes in parradise was fawne.
Smal shew of man was yet vpon his chinne,
His phenix downe began but to appeare
Like vnshorne veluet, on that termlefse skin
Whose bare out-brag’d the web it feem’d to were,
Yet shewed his visage by that coft more deare,
And nice affections wauering stood in doubt
If beft were as it was, or beft without.
His qualities were beautious as his forme,
For maiden tongu’d he was and thereof free;
Yet if men mou’d him, was he fuch a ftorme
As oft twixt May and Aprill is to fee,
When windes breath fweet, vnruly though they bee.
His rudenefse fo with his authoriz’d youth,
Did liuery falfenefse in a pride of truth,
Wel could hee ride, and often men would fay
That horse his mettell from his rider takes
Proud of fubiection, noble by the fwaie, /makes
What rounds, what bounds, what course what flop he
And controuerfie hence a queftion takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his mannad’g, by th wel doing Steed.
But quickly on this fide the verdict went,
His reall habitude gaue life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplisht in him-felfe not in his cafe:
All ayds them-felues made fairer by their place,
Can for addicions, yet their purpof’d trimme
Peec’d not his grace but were al grac’d by him.
So on the tip of his fubduing tongue
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# A Lovers
All kinds of arguments and question deepe,
Al replication prompt, and reason strong
For his advantage still did wake and sleep,
To make the weeper laugh, the laughter weeper
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching al passions in his craft of will.
That hee didde in the general bosome raigne
Of young, of old, and sexes both inchanted,
To dwel with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted,
Consent’s bewitch, ere he desire have granted,
And dialogu’d for him what he would say,
Aakt their own wills and made their wills obey.
Many there were that did his picture gette
To serue their eies, and in it put their mind,
Like fooles that in th’ imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign’d,
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them,
Then the true gouty Land-lord which doth owe them.
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