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38 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Ttcncs. [15g4t II

Thine owne delay must win the field, When lust doth leade thy heart
to yeeld : When steed is stolne, who makes al last, May go on foot
for al his haste : In time shut gate, For had I wist, doth come too
late, Fast bind, fast find, Repentance alwaies commeth behind. If
The Syrens times [times] oft time beguiles, So doth the teares of
Crocodiles : But who so learnes Vlysses lore, May passe the seas,
and win the shore. Stop eares, stand fast, Through Cupids trips,
thou shalt him cast : Flie baits, shun hookes, Be thou not snarde
with louely lookes. 1[ Where Venus hath the maisterie, There loue
hath lost her libertie : where loue doth win the victorie, The fort is
sackt with crueltie. First look, then leap, In suretie so your shinnes
you keepe : The snake doth sting, That lurking lieth with hissing. 1[
Where Cupids fort hath made a waie, There graue aduise doth beare
no swaie, Where Loue doth raigne and rule the roste, There reason
is exilde the coast : Like all, loue none, except ye vse discretion,
First try, then trust, be not deceiued with sinful lust, H Marke Priams
sonne, his fond deuise When Venus did obtaine the price : For Pallas
skil and lunoes strength, He chose that bred his bane at length.
Choos^e] wit, leaue wil, let Helen be with Paris stil : Amisfsj goeth
al, vvher fancie forceth iooles to iall.
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JSH-] Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 39 H

Where was there found a happier wight, Than Troylus was til loue
did light ? What was the end of Romeus. Did he not die like Piramus
who baths in blis ? let him be mindful of Iphis who seeks to plese,
may ridden be like Hercules. H I lothe to tel the peeuish brawles,
And fond delights of Cupids thrawles, Like momish mates of Midas
mood, They gape to get that doth no good : Now down, now vp, as
tapsters vse to tosse ye Cup One breedeth ioy, another breeds as
great anoy U Some loue for wealth, and some for hue, And none of
both these loues are true. For when the Mil hath lost hir sailes, Then
must the Miller lose his vailes : Of grasse commeth hay, And flowers
faire wil soon decay : Of ripe commeth rotten, In age al beautie is
forgotten. [H] Some loueth too hie, and some too lowe, And of them
both great griefs do grow, And some do loue the common sort : And
common folke vse common sport. Looke not too hie, Least that a
chip fall in thine eie : But hie or lowe, Ye may be sure she is a
shrow. IT But sirs, I vse to tell no tales, Ech fish that swims doth not
beare scales, In euerie hedge I finde not thornes : Nor euerie beast
doth carrie homes : I saie not so, That euerie woman causeth wo :
That were too broad, Who loueth not venom must shun the tode.
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4O Sonets and Histories, to sundric new Tunes. [^ H Who

vseth still the truth to tel, May blamed be though he saie wel : Say
Crowe is white, and snowe is blacke, Lay not the fault on womans
backe, Thousands were good, But few scapte drowning in Noes
flood : Most are wel bent, I must say so, least I be shent. Finis. 11
An excellent Song of an outcast Louer. To, All In a Garden green. Y
fancie did I fixe, in faithful forme and frame : n hope ther shuld no
blustring blast haue power to moue the same. And as the Gods do
know, and world can witnesse beare : I neuer serued other Saint,
nor I doll other where. But one, and that was she, whom I in heart
did shrine : And make account that pretious pearle, and iewel rich
was mine. No toile, nor labour great, could wearie me herein : For
stil I had a lasons heart, the golden fleece to win. And sure my sute
was hearde, I spent no time in vaine : A grant of friendship at her
hand, I got to quite my painc.
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xss4 J Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 4 1 [If!

With solemne vowe and othe. was knit the True-loue knot, And
friendly did we treat of loue, as place and time we got. If Now would
we send our sighes, as far as they might go, Now would we worke
with open signes, to blaze our inward wo. If Now rings and tokens
too, renude our friendship stil, And ech deuice that could be
wrought, exprest our plaine goodwill, [IT] True meaning went
withall, it cannot be denide : Performance of the promise past, was
hopte for of ech side : If And lookt for out of hand : such vowes did
we two make, As God himself had present been, record thereof to
take. If And for my part I sweare, by all the Gods aboue, I neuer
thought of other friend, nor sought for other loue. 1f The same
consent in her, I saw ful oft appeare, If eies could see, or head could
iudge, or eare had power to heare. ' If Yet loe wordes are but winde,
an other new come guest, Hath won her fauour (as I feare) as
fancies rise in brest.
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42 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. [I:J4[IT]

Her friend that wel deserues, is out of countenaunce quite, She
makes the game to see me shoot, while others hit the white. [IF] He
may wel beat the bush, as manie thousands doo : And misse the
birds, and haply loose his part of feathers too. 1F He hops without
the ring, yet daunceth on the trace, When some come after soft and
faire, a heauie hobling pace. If In these vnconstant daies, such troth
these women haue : As wauering as the aspen leaf they are, so God
me saue. IT For no deserts of men are wei[ghe]d, what ere they be
: For in a mood their minds are led with new delights we see. ^[
The guiltlesse goeth to wrack, the gorgeous peacocks gay : They do
esteem vpon no cause, and turne their friends away. 1[ I blame not
al for one, some flowers grow by the weeds, Some are as sure as
lock and key, and iust of words and deeds. IT And yet of one I waile,
of one I crie and plaine : And for her sake shall neuer none, so nip
my heart againe :
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I5's4.] Sonets and Plistories, to sundrie new Tunes. IT If for

offence or fault, I had been floong at heele : The lesse had been my
bitter smart, and gnawing greefe I feele. 1f But being once reteind,
a friend by her consent : And after that to be disdaind, when best
good will I ment, IT I take it nothing well, for if my power could
show, With Larum bel and open crie, the world should throughly
know, The complaint of a woman Louer, To the tune of. Raging hue.
Hough wisdom wold I shold refrain, My heaped cares here to vnfold
: ood Ladies yet my inward paine, So pricketh me I haue no holde :
But that I must my griefe bewray, Bedewed in teares with doleful
tunes, That you may heare, and after say, Loe, this is she whom
loue consumes. My grief doth grow by my desire. To fancie him that
stormes my woe : He naught regards my flaming fire, Alas why doth
he serue me so? Whose fained teares I did beleeue, And wept to
heare his wailing voice, But now, alas, too soon I preeue Al men are
false, there is no choice. Had euer woman such reward, At anie time
for her goodwill ? Had euer woman hap so hard, So cruelly for loue
to spill ?
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44 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Times. [X5g4.

What paps (alas) did giue him food, That thus vnkindly workes my
wo ? What beast is of so cruell moode, to hate the hart that loues
him so? H Like as the simple Turtle true, In mourning groanes I
spend the day : My daily cares night dooth renew, To thinke how he
did me betray : And when my weary limmes wold rest, My sleepe
vnsound hath dreadfull dreams, Thus greeuous greefes my hart doth
wrest That stil mine eies run down like streams : H And yet, full oft it
dooth me good, To haunt the place where he hath beene, To kisse
the ground whereon he stoode, When he (alas) my loue did win. To
kisse the Bed wheron we laye ? Now may I thinke vnto my paine, O
blisfull place full oft I say : Render to me my loue againe, IT But all
is lost that may not be, Another dooth possesse my right : His cruell
hart, disdaineth me, New loue hath put the olde, to flight: He loues
to see my watered eyes, and laughes to see how I do pine : No
words can well my woes comprise, alas what griefe is like to mine ?
II You comly Dam[e]s, beware by me, To rue sweete words of fickle
trust : For I may well example be, How filed talke oft prooues vniust
But sith deceipt haps to my pay, Good Ladyes helpe my dolefull
tunes, That you may here and after say : Loe this is she whom loue
consumes.
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IS84.] Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 45 A

proper sonet, Intituled: I smile to see how you deuise. To anie
pleasant tune. Smile to see how you deuise, ew masking nets my
eies to bleare : your self you cannot so disguise : But as you are,
you must appeare. your priuie winkes at boord I see, And how you
set your rouing mind : your selfe you cannot hide from me, Although
I wincke, I am not blind. The secret sighs and fained cheare, That
oft doth paine thy carefull brest : To me right plainly doth appeare, I
see in whom thy hart doth rest. IF And though thou makest a fained
vow, That loue no more thy heart should nip, yet think I know as
well as thou, The fickle helm doth guide the ship. IF The Salamander
in the fire, By course of kinde doth bathe his limmes : The floting
Fish taketh his desire, In running streams whereas he swimmes. IF
So thou in change dost take delight, Ful wel I know thy slipperie
kinde : In vaine thou seemst to dim my sight, Thy rowling eies
bewraieth thy minde. IF I see him smile that doth possesse Thy loue
which once I honoured most : If he be wise, he may well gesse, Thy
loue soon won, wil soon be lost.
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46 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie nciv Tunes. H And sith

thou canst no man intice, That he should stil loue thee alone : Thy
beautie now hath lost her price, I see thy sauorie s^c.ent is gone. H
Therefore leaue off thy wonted plaie, But, as thou art, thou wilt
appeare, Ynlesse thou canst deuise a waie, To dark the Sun that
shines so cleare. H And keep thy friend that thou hast won, In trueth
to him thy loue supplie, Least he at length as I haue done, Take off
thy Belles and let thee flie. A Sonet of two fait hfull Loners,
exhorting one another to be constant. To the tune of Kypascie. He
famous Prince of Macedon, /hose wars increst his worthy name
Triumphed not so, when he had won By conquest great, immortall
fame, As I reioice, reioice, For thee, my choice, with heart and voice,
Since thou art mine, Whom, long to loue, the Gods assigne. 1F The
secret flames of this my loue, The stars had wrought ere I was
borne, Whose sugred force my hart doth moue, And eke my will so
sure hath sworne. that Fortunes lore, no more, though I therefore, -
did life abhor[r]e : Shall neuer make, Forgetful dewes my heat to
slake.
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L.l Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 47 1584- J

U If that I false my faith to thee, Or seeke to chaunge for any newe
: If thoughts appeare so ill in me, If thou thy life shall iustly rew.
Such kinde of woe, of woe : As friende or foe, might to me showe :
Betide me than, Or wurse, if it may hap to man. If Then let vs ioy in
this our loue : In spite of Fortunes wrath, my deere : Twoo willes in
one, as dooth behooue, One loue in both, let still appeare : And I
will be, will be, Piramus to thee, my owne Thisbie, So thou againe,
jMy constant louer shalt remaine. A proper new Dity: Int it u led Fie
vpon Loue and al his /awes. To the tune of lumber me. bitter fruict
thy loue doth yeelde, Such broken sleepes, such hope vnsure, " hy
call so oft hath me beguilde. That I vnneth can well indure : But crie
(alas) as I haue cause, Fie vpon Loue and all his Lawes. 1T Like
Piramus, I sigh and grone, Whom Stonie wals, keept from his loue,
And as the wofull Palemon, A thousand stormes, for thee I prooue,
Yet thou a cruell Tigers whelpe, All slaiest the hart, whom thou maist
help. If A craggie Rocke, thy Cradle, was, And Tigers milke sure was
thy foode, VVherby Dame Nature broought to passe, That like the
Nurse should be thy moode : Wild and vnkinde, cruell and fell, to
rent the hart that loues thee well.
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48 Sonets and Histories, to snndrie new Tunes. [I5g4< H

The Crocadile with fained teares, The Fisher not so oft beguiles : As
thou hast luld my simple eares, To here sweet words full fraught
with wiles, that I may say, as I do prooue, Wo worth the time, I gan
to loue. U Sith thou hast vowd to worke my wrack And hast no will
my wealth to way : Farewell vnkinde, I will keepe backe, Such toyes
as may my helth decay : and still will cry as I haue cause. Fie vpon
Loue and all his lawes. The Louer being wounded with his Ladis
beutie, requireth mercy. To the tune of dpelles. He liuelie sparkes of
those two eyes, my wounded hart hath set on fire : And since I can
no way deuise, o stay the rage of my desire, with sighs and
trembling tears I craue my deare on me some pitie haue. H In
vewing thee, I tooke such ioy, As one that sought his quiet rest :
Vntill I felt the fethered boy, Ay flickring in my captiue brest : Since
that time loe, in deepe dispaire, all voide of ioy, my time I weare. 1T
The wofull prisoner Palemon. And Troylus eke kinge Pyramus sonne,
Constrained by loue did neuer mone : As I my deer for thee haue
done. Let pitie then requite my paines, My life and death in thee
remaines.
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I584 ] Sonets and Histories, to sundme neiv Times. 49 IF If

constant loue may reape his hire, And faith vnfained may purchace :
Great hope I haue to my desire. Your gentle hart wil grant me grace,
Til then (my deer) in few words plaine, In pensiue thoughts I shall
remaine. The lamentation of a 'woman being wrongfully defamed. To
the tune of Damon and Pi t bias. Ou Ladies falsly deemd, of anie
fault or crime : Command your pensiue harts to help this dolefull
tune of mine : For spitefull men there are, that faults would fain
espie : Alas, what heart would heare their talke, but willingly would
die. ^[ I waile oft times in woe, and curse mine houre of birth, Such
slanderous pangs do me oppresse, when others ioy in mirth : Belike
it was ordaind to be my destinie. Alas what heart would heare their
talk, &c. IT A thousand good women, haue guiltlesse been accusde :
For verie spite, although that they, their bodies neuer abusde : the
godly Susanna accusde was falsly alas &c. IT The poisoned
Pancalier, ful falsly did accuse The good Dutchesse of Sauoy,
because she did refuse. To grant vnto his loue, that was so vngodlie.
Alasjwhat, &c. ENG. Sen. LIB, No. 3,
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5O Sonets and Histories, to sundric new Tunes. [I5g4> H"

Such false dissembling men, stoong with Alectos dart : Must needs
haue place to spit their spite, vpon some guiltiesse hart : Therefore,
I must he pleasde, that they triumph on me, Alas, &c. II Therefore,
Lord, I thee pray, the like death downe to send, Vpon these false
suspected men, or else their minds t'amend : As thou hast done
tofore, vnto these persons three. Alas what, &c. A proper Song,
Intituled: Fain wold I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie. To
the tune of lust le Gallant. ^[ Fain would I haue a pretie thing, to
giue vnto my Ladie : I name no thing, nor I meane no thing, But as
pretie a thing as may bee. [jWentie iorneyes would I make, and
twentie waies would hie me, [To make aduenture for her sake, to set
some matter by me : But I would faine haue a pretie thing, &c, I
name nothing, nor I meane nothing, £c. Some do long for pretie
knackes, and some for straunge deuices : God send me that my
Ladie lackes, I care not what the price is, thus faine, &c
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I5?84 ] Sonets and Histories^ to sundrie new Tunes. 5 1 If

Some goe here, and some goe there, wheare gases be not geason ;
And I goe gaping euery where, but still come out of season. Yet
faine> &c. IT I walke the towne, and tread the streete> in euery
corner seeking : The pretie thinge I cannot meete, thats for my
Ladies liking. Faine, &c> It The Mercers pull me going by, the Silkie
wiues say, what lacke ye ? The thing you haue not, then say I, ye
foolish fooles, go packe ye. But fain &c. 1] It is not all the Silke in
Cheape, nor all the golden treasure : Nor twentie Bushels on a
heape> can do my Ladie pleasure. But faine, &e. H The Grauers of
the golden showes, with luelles do beset me. The Shemsters in the
shoppes that sowes> they do nothing but let me ; But faine, &c. U
But were it in the wit of man> by any meanes to make it, I could for
Money buy it than, and say, faire Lady, take it. Thus, fain, £ck ^] O
Lady, what a lucke is this : that my good willing misseth : To finde
what pretie thing it is, That my good Lady wisheth.
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52 Sonets and Histories, to snndric new Tunes. [15?84.

Thus fain wold I haue had this preti thing to giue vnto my Ladie : I
said no harme, nor I ment no harme, but as pretie a thing as may
be. A proper wooing Song, intituled : Maide will ye lone me : ye or
no ? To the tune of the Mirchaunts Daughter went ouer the fielde.
Ayde will ye loue me yea or no ? jtell me the trothe, and let me goe.
It can be no lesse then a sinfull deed, trust me truely, To linger a
Louer that lookes to speeds in due time dtiely. 1[ You Maids that
thinke your selu[e]s as fine, As Venus and all the Muses nine : The
Father himselfe, when he first made man . trust me truely : Made
you for his help when the world began in due time duely. IF Then
sith Gods wil was euen so. Why should you disdaine you Louer tho ?
But rather with a willing heart, Loue him truely ? For in so doing, you
do but your, part, Let reason rule ye. IF Consider (sweet) what sighs
and sobbes, Do nip my heart with cruell throbbes, And al (my deer)
for the loue of you, Trust me truly : But I hope that you wil some
mercie show, In due time duelv.
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i584.] Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 53 H If

that you do my case well way, And shew some signe whereby I may
Haue some good hope of your good grace, Trust me truely : I count
my selfe in a blessed case, Let reason rule ye. H And for my part,
whilst I do Hue, To loue you most faithfully, my hand I giue.
Forsaking all other, for your sweet sake, Trust me truly : In token
whereof, my troth I betake, to your selfe most duely. 11 And though
for this time we must depart, yet keep you this ring tru[e] token of
my hart, Til time do serue, we meet againe, Let reason rule ye.
When an answer of comfort, I trust to obtain, In due time duly. U
Now must I depart with sighing teares, With sobbing heart and
burning eares : Pale in the face, and faint as I may, trust me truly :
But I hope our next meeting, a ioyfull day, in due time duly. The
painefull plight of a Louer oppressed unth the beautiful I looks of his
Lady. To the tune of, I loued her ouer wel. Hen as thy eies, ye
wretched spies did breed my cause of care : And sisters three did
full agree, my fatall threed to spare. Then let these words ingrauen
be, on toomb whereas I lie, That here lies one whom spiteful loue,
hath caused for to die.
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54 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. [15'84. H

Somtimes I spend the night to end, in dolors and in woe : Somtime
againe vnto my pain, my chiefest ioy doth grow. When as in minde,
thy shape I finde, as fancie doth me tell : Whome now I knowe, as
proofe doth show I loued thee ouer wel. H How oft within my
wreathed arme, desired I to folde : Thy Christall corps, of whom I
ioyed, more dearer than of golde. But now disdaine, dooth breede
my paine, and thou canst not denie : But that I loued thee ouer well
: that caused me die. [H] The hound that serues his Maisters will, in
raunging here and there, The moyling Horse, that labours still, his
burthen great to beare : In lew of paine, receiues againe, of him
which did him owe : As Natures heast, wiles most and least them
thankefull for to showe. The Lyon and the Tyger fierce, as Nature
doth them binde : For loue, like loue repay againe : in Stories we
doo finde : Those beasts and birds both wild and tame, of frendships
lore can tell : But thy reply, willes me to die, that loued thee ouer
well. Therfore, my deare and Darling faire, ensample take by those,
Which equally with loue againe, their louing mindes dispose :
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giue him glee, whose death we s[ee] approcheth very nie: Without
he gaine, to ease his paine, which loued thee hartely. If Then shall
th[e]y say that see the same, where euer that they goe : And wish
for ay, as for thy pay, all Nestors yeares to know : And I no lesse
then all the rest, should wish thee health for aye : Because thou
hast heard my request, and saued me from decay. A faithfull vow of
two constant Loners To the new Rogero, Hall distance part our lone,
or daily choice of chaunge ? Or sprites below, or Gods aboue, haue
power to make vs straunge : No nothing here on earth, that kinde
hath made or wrought, Shall force me to forget, goodwill so dearely
bought, And for any part I vow, to serue for terme of life : Which
promi-se may compare with her, which was Vlisses wife. ^f Which
vow if I doo breake, let vengeance on me fall, Eche plague that on
the earth may raigne, I aske not one, but all. If Though time may
breede suspect, to fill your hart with toyes ; And absence may a
mischefe breede, to let your wished ioyes :
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56 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. [J4. H Yet

thinke I haue a troth, and honesty to keepe : And weigh the time
your loue hath dwelt, within my hart so deep. If And peise the words
I spake, and marke my countenance then : And let not slip no ernest
sigh, if thou remember can. IF At least forget no teares, that trickled
downe my face : And marke howe oft I wroong your hand, and
blushed all the space. 1[ Remember how I sware, and strook
therewith my brest : In witnesse when thou partst me fro, my heart
with thee should rest. IF Thinke on the eger lookes, full loth to leaue
thy sight, That made the signes when that she list, to like no other
wight. IF If this be out of thought, yet call to minde againe, The
busie sute, the much adoe, the labour and the paine, IF That at the
first I had, ere thy good will I gate; And think how for thy loue
alone, I purchase partly hate. IF But all is one with me, my heart so
setled is : No friend, nor foe, nor want of wealth, shall neuerhurt in
this.
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I584J Sonets and Histories, to szindrie new Tunes. 5 7 H Be

constant now therefore, and faithfull to the end? Be carefull how we
both may do, to be ech others friend. IF With free and cleane
consent, two hearts in one I knit : Which for my part, I vow to keep,
and promise not to flit, 1F Now let this vow be kept, exchange thy
heart for mine : So shal two harts be in one breast, and both of
them be thine. A sorrowful! Sonet, made by M. George Mannington,
at Cambridge Castle. To the tune of Labandala Shot. Waile in wo, I
plunge in pain, with sorowing sobs, I do complain, With wallowing
waues I wish to die, I languish sore whereas I lie, In feare I faint in
hope I holde, With ruthe I runne, I was too bolde : As lucklesse lot
assigned me, in dangerous dale of destinie : Hope bids me smile,
Feare bids me weep, My seelie soule thus Care doth keep. Yea too
too late I do repent, the youthful yeares that I haue spent, The retch
lesse race of carelesse kinde, which hath betwitcht my woful minde.
Such is the chaunce, such is the state, Of those that trust too much
to fate. No bragging boast of gentle blood, What so he be, can do
thee good : No wit, no strength, nor beauties hue, No friendly sute
can death eschue.
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58 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. [G-

Manai»=ton1575. If The dismall day hath had his wil, And iustice
seekes my life to spill : Reuengement craues by rigorous law,
Whereof I little stood in awe : The dolefull doom to end my life,
Bedect with care and worldlie strife : And frowning iudge hath giuen
his doome. O gentle death thou art welcome : The losse of life, I do
not feare, Then welcome death, the end of care. H O prisoners
poore, in dungeon deep, Which passe the night in slumbring sleep :
Wei may you rue your youthful race. And now lament your cursed
cace. Content your selfe with your estate, Impute no shame to fickle
fate : With wrong attempts, increase no wealth, Regard the state of
prosperous health : And think on me, when I am dead : Whom such
delights haue lewdly led. H My friend and parents, where euer you
be Full little do you thinke on me : My mother milde, and dame so
deer : Thy louing childe, is fettred heer : Would God I had, I wish
too late, Been bred and borne of meaner estate : Or else, would God
my rechlesse eare, Had been obedient for to heare, Your sage
aduice and counsel true : But in the Lord parents adue. 1F You
valiant hearts of youthfull train, Which heard my heauie heart
complain : A good example take by me, Which runne the race where
euer you be : trust not too much to bilbow blade, nor yet to fortunes
fickle trade.
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G. Manninston.-| Donets and PUstories, to suitdrie new

Times. 59 Hoist not your sailes no more in winde, Least that some
rocke, you chaunce to finde, or else be driuen to Lybia land, whereas
the Barque may sinck in sand. 1F You students all that present be,
To view my fatall destinie, would God I could requite your pain,
wherein you labour, although in vain, if mightie God would think it
good, to spare my life and vitall blood, For this your profered
curtesie, I would remaine most stedfastly, Your seruant true in deed
and word, But welcome death as please the Lord. 1[ Yea welcome
death, the end of woe, And farewell life, my fatall foe : Yea welcome
death, the end of strife, Adue the care of mortall life, For though this
life doth fleet away, In heauen I hope to Hue for ay : A place of ioy
and perfect rest, Which Christ hath purchaste for the best : Til that
we meet in heauen most hiest : Adue, farewell in lesu Christ. A
proper Sonet y of an vnkinde Damsell, to to her faithful Louer. To,
the nine Muses. He ofter that I view and see, That plesant face and
faire beautie, whereto my heart is bound : The neer my Mistresse is
to me, My health is farthest off I see : and fresher is my wound :
Like as the flame doth quench by fire, or streams consume by
raigne, So doth the sight that I desire, appease my grief and paine :
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60 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. Like a flie

that doth hie, and haste into the fire : So in brief, findes her grief,
that thought to sport aspire. ^1" When first I saw those Christal
streams, I little thought on beauties beams : sweet venom to haue
found, But wilful wil did prick me foorth, Perforce to take my grief in
woorth, that causd my mortall wound : And Cupid blind compeld me
so, my fruitlesse hope to hide : Wherein remaind my bitter wo : thus
stil he did me guide ? Then his dart, to my hart, he slung with cruell
fist : Whose poison fel, I know right wel, no louer may resist. 1f
Thus vainly stil, I frame my sute, Of ill sowen seeds, such is the
frute, experience doth it show : The fault is hers the pain is mine,
And thus my sentence I define, I hapned on a shrow : And now
beware, ye yongmen all, Example take by mee : Least beauties bait
in Cupids thrall, do catch you priuily : So stay you, I pray you, and
marke you my great wrong, Forsaken, not taken, thus end I now my
song.
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1584 Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Tunes. 6 1 The

Louer complaineth the absence of his Ladie, wishethfor death. Toy
the new Almalne. Ith spitefull spite hath spide her time, my wished
ioies to end : And drowping dread hath driuen me now from my new
chosen friend : I can but waile the want, of this my former ioie : Sith
spiteful force hath sought so long, my blisse for to annoie. 1f But
though it be our chance asunder for to be, My heart in pawne til we
do meet, Shal stil remaine with thee : And then we shall renue, our
sugred pleasures past : And ioue that loue, that seekes no change,
whilst life in vs do last. [If] Perhaps my absence may, or else some
other let: By choice of change, cause thee my deer, our former loue
forget : And thou renounce the oth, which erst thou vowdst to me :
My deerest blood in recompence, thou sure shouldst shortly see. A
thousand sighs to send to thee I wil not let, Ne to bewaile the losse
of thee, I neuer will forget But still suppose I see, the same before
my face : And louingly between my armes, thy corps I do embrace.
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62 Sonets and Histories, to sundric new Tunes. 1] Thus

feed I fancie stil, for lacke of greater ioy : With such like thoughts,
which daily doth, my wofull heart annoy ; thus stil in hope I line, my
wished ioies to haue : And in dispaire oft time I wish, my feeble
Corps in graue. IF This is the life I leade, til I thee see again And so
wil do, til dreadful death, do seek to ease my paine, whom rather I
do wish, by force to end in wo, than for to Hue in happie state, thy
loue for to forgo. IF And thus farewell my deer, with whom my heart
shall rest, Remember him that this did write, sith he doth loue thee
best : And wil til greedie death, my daies do shorten now : Farewel
my dear, loe here my faith and troth to thee I vow. Finis. The Louer
compareth him self to t lie pain ful Falconer. To the tune, I loued her
ouer wel. He soaring hawk from fist that flies, her Falconer doth
constraine : Sometime to range the ground vnknown, to find her out
againe : And if by sight or sound of bell, his falcon he may see : Wo
ho he cries, with cheerful voice, the gladdest man is he.
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L] Sonets and Histories, to sundrie new Times. 63 I5S4-J If

By Lure then in finest sort, he seekes to bring her in : But if that
she, ful gorged be, he can not so her win : Although her becks and
bending eies, she manie proffers makes : Wo ho ho he cries, awaie
she flies, and so her leaue she takes. ^f This wofull man with wearie
limmes, runnes wandring round about : At length by noise of
chattering Pies, his hawke againe found out His heart was glad his
eies had seen, his falcon swift of flight : Wo ho ho he cries, she
emptie gorgde, vpon his Lure doth light. If How glad was then the
falconer there, no pen nor tongue can tel : He swam in blisse that
lately felt like paines of cruel hel. His hand somtime vpon her train,
somtime vpon her brest : Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice, his
heart was now at rest. If My deer likewise, beholde thy loue, what
paines he doth indure : And now at length let pitie moue, to stoup
vnto his Lure. A hood of silk, and siluer belles, new gifts I promise
thee : Wo ho ho, I crie, I come then saie, make me as glad as hee.
FINIS.
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