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- In blacke morne I, all feares feorne I,
Loue hath forborne me, liming in thuall:
Hart is bleeding, all helpe needing,
O cruell freedling, fraughted with gall.
My shepherds pipe can found no dcale,
My weathers bell rings dolefull knell,
My curcule dogge that wont to haue plaid,
I laws not at all but fetmes afraid,
With fighes so depe, procures to weepe,
In howling wife, to lee my dolefull plight,
How fighes refound through harties ground
Like a thousand vanquiths men in blodte fight.
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Cleare we's spring not, fweere birds sing not,
Greene plants being not tortis their die,
Heards stands weeping flocks all sleeping,
Nymphes blacke peeping fearefully:
All our pleasure knowne to vspore Swainne
All our merrie meetings on the plaines,
All our evening sport from wn tled,
All our loue is loft, for loue is dead,
Farewell sweet loue thy like nere was,
For afweet content the cause of all my woe,
Poore Coridon mutl hue alone,
Orbet helpe for hun I see that there is none.
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When as thine eye hath chefe the Dame,
And flakie the desire that thou fhouldit fixke,
Let reafon rule things wor thy blame,
As well as fancy (partly all might)
Take counfell of some wifer I end,
Neither too young, nor yet vowed.
And when thou comft thy tale to tell,
S nooch not thy toong with filed talke,
Leaft the fome lubrill yeactife tinell,
A Copple foone can finde a halt,
But plainly fay thou louft her well,
And fet her perfon forth to fale.
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What though her frowning browses be bent
Her cloudy lookes will calme yer night,
And then too late the will repent,
That thus deflembled her delight.
And twice desire yer it be day,
That which with icorne the put away.
What though the firtue to try her strength,
And ban and braule, and say the nay:
Her feeble force will yeeld at length,
When craft hath taught her thus to say:
Had women beene so strong as men
In faith you had not had it then.
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And to her will frame all thy waies,
Spare not to spend, and chiefly there,
Where thy defact may merit praise
By ringing in thy Ladies care,
The strongest castle, tower and towne,
The golden bullet beats it downe.
Serue alwaies with affured trust,
And in thy lute be humble true,
Valette thy Lady proue vinst,
Praise neuer thou to chuse a new:
When time shall serue, be thou not flacke,
To proffer though she put thee back.
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# PROSPECTS
The wiles and guides that women work,
Difembled with an outward flow:
The tricks and toyes that in them lurke,
The Cock that treads the shall not know,
Have you not heard it laid full off,
A Womans nay doth stand for nought.
Thinks Women still to strite with men,
To finne and neuer for to faint,
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attains,
Were koffes all the toyes in bed,
One Woman would another wed.
But for enough, too much I feare,
Least that my outstree feare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th are,
To teach my young to be so long:
Yet will she bluth, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.
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