Yea though Fortune her pleasant face And straight my wealth for to deface, There is no griefe, no smert, no wo, That from this minde may make me go, I do profess it willingly To serue and suffer paciently. THE LOUER SUSPECTED BLAMETH YLL TONGUES. MISTRUSTFULL minds be moved, To haue me in suspect, The truth it shall be proved, Of crime me to accuse, Euen as they haue deserued, Therof God send them part. THE LOUER COMPLAINETH, AND HIS LADIE COM FORTETH. Louer. It burneth yet, alas, my hartes desire, Lady. What is the thing, that hath inflam'd thy hert? Lo. A certaine point as feruent as the fyre. La. The heat shall cease if that thou wilt conuert. not. Lo. Would God, thou wouldest, as thou mayst, well assent. La. That I may not the griefe is mine, God wot. out. La. Then for my sake, alas! thy will forbere. Lo. An hart in payne of succour so should spede, Twixt yea, and nay, my doute shall still renew, My swete, say yea, and do away this drede. La. Thou wilt nedes so; be it so; but then be trew. Lo. Nought would I els, nor other treasure none. Thus harts be wonne by loue, request, and mone. WHY LOUE IS BLIND. Or purpose, loue chose first for to be blinde, TO HIS VNKINDE LOUE. WHAT rage is this? what furor? of what kynde? What power? what plague doth wery thus mye Within my bones to rankle is assinde, What poyson pleasant swete? [minde? Lo see myne eyes flow. with continual teares, In depe wide wound, the dedly stroke doth turne, To cureles skarre that never shall returne, Go to, triumph, reioyce thy goodly turne, Thy frend thou doest oppresse. Oppresse thou doest, and hast of him no cure, Nor yet my plaint no pitie can procure, Fierce tygre fell, hard rocke without recure Cruel rebell to loue. Once may thou loue, neuer beloued again, So loue thou still, and not thy loue obtain, So wrathfull loue with spites of iust disdain, May thret thy cruell hart. THE LOUER BLAMETH HIS INSTANT DESIRE. DESIRE (alas!) my maister, and my fo, So sore altered thy self, how maist thou see? Some time thou sekest, and driues me to and fro; Some time thou leadst, that leadeth thee and mee, What reason is to rule thy subjectes so, By forced law and mutabilitie? For where by thee I douted to haue blame, THE LOUER COMPLAINETH HIS ESTATE. I SEE that chance hath chosen me Unto my self some time alone To seke my meane to change this mind, Alas, I proue it will not be ; For in my hart I cannot finde, Such is the fortune that I haue, And till I may appease the heate, OF HIS LOUE CALLED ANNA. WHAT Word is that, that changeth not, The only causer of my paine; |