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- 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.
So many haue that neuer toucht his hand
Sweetly suppos’d them mistresse of his hearts
My wofull felse that did in freedome stand,
And was my owne see simple (not in part)
What with his art in youth and youth in art
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reseru’d the stalke and gaue him al my flower.
Yet did I not as some my equals did
Demaund of him, not being desired yecided,
Finding my felse in honour so forbidde,
With safest distance I mine honour sheelded,
Experience for me many bulwarkus builded
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# COMPLAINT
Of proofs new bleeding which remaind the foile
Of this false Jewell, and his amorous spoile.
But ah who euer shun'd by precedent,
The destin'd ill she must her feife affay,
Or forc'd examples gainst her owne content
To put the by-past perrils in her way?
Counsaile may stop a while what will not stay:
For when we rage, aduïe is often feene
By blunting vs to make our wits more keene.
Nor giues it satisfaction to our blood,
That wee must curbe it yppon others proofs,
To be forbod the sweets that feemes so good,
For feare of harines that preach in our behoofe;
O appetite from judgement stand aloofe!
The one a pallate hath that needs will taste,
Though reason weepe and cry it is thy last.
For further I could say this mans vntrue,
And knew the patterns of his foule beguiling,
Heard where his plants in others Orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were guilded in his smiling,
Knew vowes, were euer brokers to defiling,
Thought Characters and words meerly but art,
And bastards of his foule adulterat heart.
And long vpon thefe termes I held my Citty,
Till thus hee gan befiege me : Gentle maid
Haue of my suffering youth some feeling pitty
And be not of my holy vowes affraid,
Thats to ye sworne to none was euer said,
For feasts of loue I haue bene call'd vnto
Till now did nere inuite nor neuer yovv.
All my offences that abroad you see
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# A Lovers
Are errors of the blood none of the minds
Loue made them not, with accrue they may be,
Where neither Party is nor crew nor kind,
They fought their shame that so their shame did find,
And so much lesse of shame in me remaines,
By how much of me their reproch containes,
Among the many that mine eyes have scene,
Not one whose flame my hart so much as warmed,
Or my affection put to th, smallest teene,
Or any of my leisure euer Charmed,
Harme haue I done to them but nere was harmed,
Kept hearts in liueries, but mine owne was free,
And raignd comasunding in his monarchy.
Looke heare what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of palyd pearles and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of greefe and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodlesse white, and the encrimson'd mood,
Effects of terror and deare modesty,
Encamp in hearts but fighting outwardly.
And Lo behold these talents of their heir,
With twisted mettle amorously empleache
I haue receau'd from many a several faire,
Their kind acceptance, wepingly beseech,
With th'annexions of faire gems inricht,
And deepe brain'd sonnets that did amplifie
Each stones deare Nature, worth and quallity.
The Diamond why twas beautifull and hard,
Whereeto his inuit'd properties did tend,
The deepe greene Enrald in whose fresh regard,
Weake fights their sickly radiance do amend,
The heaven hewd Saphir and the Opall blend
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