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Show EAG ES& H Pefcripeion of the fickle Affedtions, Pangs an Sleightes of Love ' SUC H}'Bga wayward wayes hath Love, that moft par in difcor Qur willes do ftand, whereby our harte dom do accord Decyte is hys delighte, and to begyle an The fimple hartes which he doth ftrik ward divers ftroke He caufeth th' one to rage with golde but felmock with froburnin darte And doth alay with Leaden cold, again the other harte Whofe gleames of burning fyre and eafy fparkes o pge kpf}'.‘,é{' flame In balance of unequal weyght he pondereth by am From eafye ford where I myghte wade and pafs ful well nie e 1 He me withdrawes and doth me drive, into a dep dark hell ' And me witholdes where I am calde and offred place, And willes me that my mortal foe 1 do befeke o Grac He lettes me to purfue a conqueft welnere wonn To follow where my paynes were loft, ere that m fute begunne So by this means I know how foon a hart may turn From watre to peace, from truce to ftryfe, and { agayne returne 1 know how to content my {elf in others laft Of little ftuffe unto my felf to weave a webbe o ea Jon truft And how to liyde my harmes with fole dyflembling chere ‘Whan in my face the painted thoughtes would outwardly appeare I know how that the bloud forfakes the face fo dred o And how by fhame it ftaynes agayne the Cheke with flamyng red I know under the Grene, the Serpent how he lurkes: The hammer of the reftlefs forge I wote eke how i workes 1 know and con by roate the tale that I woulde tel But ofte the woordes come fourth awrye of him tha loveth well I know in heate and colde the Lover how he fhakes In {ynging how he doth complayne, in fleeping ho ~ he wake To languith without ache, fickelefle for to confume A thouland thynges for to devyfe, refolvynge of hi fume ; And though he Iyfte to fee his Ladyes Grace ful Hot Such pleafure as delyght his Eye, do not his helth reltores pcffif LANG AG I know to feke the tra&te of my defyred foe And fere to fynde that I do feck,. but chicfly this know That Lovers moft transfourme into the thynge beloved And live (alas! who woul believe?) with {prit from Lyfe removed I knowe in harty fighes and laughters of the fpleene At once to chaunge my ftate, my will, and eke m colour clene, 1 know how to deceyve my felf wythe others helpe And how the Lyon chaftifed is, by beatynge of th whelpe In ftandynge nere the fyre, I know how that I freafe; Farre ofI burne, in bothe I wafte,.and fo my Lyf I lecfe I know how L.ove doth rage upon a yeylding mynde How {malle a nete may take and mafe a harte o gentle kynde Or elfe with feldom fwete to feafon hepes of gall Revived with a glympfe of Grace old forrowes tolet fall The hydden traynes I know, and fecret fnares o Love How foone a loke will prynte-athoughte that neve may remove The flypper ftate I know, the fodein turnes fromwelth Th doubtful hope the certaine wooe,. an fur defpaired helthe. A praife of his ladie 'EVE place you ladies and be gone, Boaft not your fclves at all For here at hande approcheth one, Whofe face will flayne you all The vertue of her lively looke Excels the preciaus-ftone, I wifhe to have none other bookes To reade or look upon In eche of her two chriftall eyes, Smyleth a naked boy It would you all in heart {uffif "To fee that lampe of joye I think nature hath loft the moulde Where fhe her thape did take Or elfe 1 doubte if nature could ‘So fayre a creature make She may be well compard Unto the Phenix kinde Whofe like was never feene nor heard That any man can fynde In lyfe the is Diana chaf In trouth Penclopey In woord and eke in dede fedfaf What will you more we fay : I |