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Tho' hide it fain ye would,
It plainly doth declare,'. Who hath your heart in hold,
And where good-will ye bear.
The Lover determineth to serve faithfully. SINCE Love will needs that I shall love,
force I must agree :
In wealth and in adversity,
Though for good-will I find but hate,
So ed. 1.-ed. 1567, cruelly."
And though that still a wretched state
Should pine my days unto the last,
There is no grief, no smart, no wo,
That yet I feel, or after shall,
And, whatsoever me befall,
The Lover prayeth not to be disdained, refused,
mistrusted, nor forsaken. DISDAIN me not without desert,
Nor leave me not so suddenly; Since well ye wot that in my
heart I mean ye nought but honestly.
Refuse me not without cause why:
For think me not to be unjust, Since that by lot of fantásy
This careful knot needs knit I must.
Mistrust me not, though some there bę
That fain would spot my stedfastness;
The proof is not as they express.
Forsake me not till I deserve;
Nor hate me not till I offend:
But since ye know what I intend,
Disdain me not that am your own;
Refuse me not that am so true;
Forsake me not now for no new.
Of his Return
Tagus farewell, that westward with thy streams
Turns up the grains of gold already tried ! For I with spur and sail go seek the Thames,
Gainward the sun that show'th her wealthy pride, And to the town that Brutus sought by dreams,
Like bended moon that leans her lusty side. My king, my country I seek, for whom I live: O, mighty Jove, the winds for this me give!
The Courtier's Life.
Of sugar'd meats feeling the sweet repast;
Amid the press of worldly looks to waste ;
Hath with it join'd oft-times such bitter taste,
A Renouncing of Love. FAREWELL, Love, and all thy laws for ever,
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more !
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To parfit wealth my wit for to endeavour. In blind error when I did perséver,
Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore,
Taught me in trifles that I set no store, But scape forththence, since liberty is lever.' Therefore farewell! go, trouble younger hearts,
And in me a claim no more authority !
With idle youth go use thy property,
* Or“ lieffer,” as in ed. 1567, io e. preferable.
A Description of such a one as he would Love.
A FACE that hould content me wondrous well
Should not be fair, but lovely to behold; Of lively look, all grief for to repel;
With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak, without word, such words as none can tell.
Her tress also should be of crisped gold. With wit, and these, perchance I might be tried, And knit again with knot that should not slide.
Of the Courtiers Life, written to John Poins.
MINE Own John Poins! since ye delight to know
The causes why that homeward I me draw, And flee the press of courts, whereso they go,
Rather than to live thrall under the awe
Of lordly looks, wrapped within my cloak,
To will and lust learning to set a law :
It is not that because I scorn or mock
The power of them whom Fortune here hath lent Charge over us, of right to strike the stroke.
But true it is that I have always meant