Joy of my life! full oft for loving you
LACKYNG my love, I go from place to place Leave, lady! in your glasse of cristall clene Let not one sparke of filthy lustre fyre Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost. Like as an Hynd forth singled from the heard Like as the gentle hart it selfe bewrayes. Lo! Collin, here the place whose plesaunt syte Lo! I, the Man whose Muse whylome did maske Loe! I have made a Calender for every yeare. Long languishing in double malady
Since I have lackt the comfort of that light So oft as homeward I from her depart
Nought under heaven so strongly doth allure. Now ginnes that goodly frame of Temperaunce 145 Sweet warriour! when shall I have peace with you?
Tell me, Perigot, what shalbe the game. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end That conning Architect of cancred guyle That Mantuane Poetes incompared spirit The antique Babel, Empresse of the East The Chian Peincter, when he was requirde The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre love, is vaine
The famous Briton Prince and Faery Knight The famous warriors of anticke world The gentle shepheard satte beside a springe The glorious image of the Maker's beautie The glorious pourtraict of that Angels face The joyes of love, if they should ever last The laurel-leafe, which you this day doe weare The love which me so cruelly tormenteth The merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring The morow next, so soone as Phoebus Lamp The noble hart that harbours vertuous thought The Panther, knowing that his spotted hyde. The paynefull smith, with force of fervent
True is, that whilome that good Poet sayd 454 Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes 580 470
The prayse of meaner wits this worke like profit brings
tresses What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might. What man so wise, what earthly witt so ware What man that sees the ever-whirling wheele What Tygre, or what other salvage wight What vertue is so fitting for a knight What warre so cruel, or what siege so sore When I behold that beauties wonderment When I bethinke me on that speech whyleare When my abodes prefixed time is spent When stout Achilles heard of Helen's rape When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece. Where is the Antique glory now become Wherefore doth vaine antiquitie so vaunt Who ever doth to temperance apply
This holy season, fit to fast and pray
Wrong'd, yet not daring to expresse my paine 504
582 YE gentle Ladies, in whose soveraine powre.
6 Ye heavenly spirites, whose ashie cinders lie. Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle Young knight whatever, that dost armes pro- fesse
One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies. One day I wrote her name upon the sand
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe 536
377 PENELOPE, for her Ulisses sake
LACKYNG my love, I go from place to place Leave, lady! in your glasse of cristall clene. Let not one sparke of filthy lustre fyre Like as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost. Like as an Hynd forth singled from the heard Like as the gentle hart it selfe bewrayes Lo! Collin, here the place whose plesaunt syte 463 Lo! I, the Man whose Muse whylome did maske Loe! I have made a Calender for every yeare. Long languishing in double malady Long-while I sought to what I might compare Love lift me up upon thy golden wings. Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powre Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace Lyke as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde. Lyke as the Culver, on the bared bough.
Receive, most noble Lord, a simple taste Receive, most Noble Lord, in gentle gree Redoubted Knights, and honorable Dames Redoubted Lord, in whose corageous mind Rehearse to me, ye sacred Sisters Nine Remembrance of that most Heroicke spirit Renowmed Lord, that for your worthinesse Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd Right well I wote, most mighty Soveraine Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire.
Nought under heaven so strongly doth allure. Now ginnes that goodly frame of Temperaunce 145 Sweet warriour! when shall I have peace with Now turne againe my teme, thou jolly swayne 402 you?
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