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The vnmasking of a feminine Machiauell. By Thomas Andrewe, gent. Est nobis voluisse satis. Seene and allowed by authority
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Andrewe, Thomas.
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1604
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STC 584; ESTC S115919
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of thy cause of griefe Which being conceald can neuer haue reliefe Feaâ—â— not deceit in me for first that Sunne Which gloriously before our eyes doth runne Shall from his lofty spheare fall to the ground Ere faithlesse I or treacherous be found And if my best endeuours may asswage The burning furie of thy passions rage On my vnfained word thy selfe assure With speed I will thy remedie procure For he griefes vigour can the best discerne That their effects hath felt and needs not learne Herewith he raised his deiected eyes That on the earth were fixt and thus replies Vnhappie I whose wretched state affords A greater multitude of woes then words So that my speech vnable is t' expresse For thy great kindnes my true thankfulnesse Yet from my brest shall sooner flye my spirit Then the impress'd memoriall of thy merit Thy faith I feare not for euen in thy eye Me thinks pure Truth securely I espie The cause of my arriuall here was thus My fortunes euer inauspicious Forst me in solitarie Groues to range My selfe entending from the world t'estrange Meaning to shunne community with men And rather chose in some forsaken den To spend th'irreuocable course of time Clipping my hie thoghts wings that once did clime Imped with expectations fiery plumes To Honours Mansion whom no age consumes Then failing of my hopes being ouertaken With trecherous practises to liue forsaken Or being an obiect to all vulgar eyes Each Hind might descant on my miseries Wherfore long wandring through vncouth wayes To find a place to consummate my dayes Whereas no eye might euer find me out At my heart-breaking discontent to flout That I vnheard to the deafe woods might plaine me Where of my raging fits none might restraine me At length in this vaste Forrest here I found A Caue deepe mined in the solid ground Whose entrance blacke as the foule mouth of hell Seem'd to inuite my sorrowes there to dwell Where I vnseene might long obscurely rest In sable darkenes my minde fitting best For he that hath a melancholy spright Before cleare day preferres the darkest night About it round were bushes ouergrowne Where any path had bene could scarce be knowne Which shew'd the same was Desert vnfrequented The meeter Mansion for one discontented Within it well cohered with my mind For euery place for want of light seemd blind Except that through a clift appear'd a sparke Sent from the Sunne to fright the fearefull darke Here did I meane the posting houres to spend Till with my death my dolours should haue end At this he stops when suddenly againe His eyes let fall a showre of teares amaine Then I replide Though moysture now be scant Thy shady ground none of thy teares doth want They comfort not but th' earth doe rather burne Which were it sensible for thee would mourne Preserue them then spend not thy store in vayne Be not too lauish of such deare bought rayne We see each day that the fond prodigall Liues vnregarded hauing wasted all Stay now thy teares t is woman-like to weepe Concealment of thy case no longer keepe But vnto me doubtlesse participate Thy fortunes crossed by some angry fate And all my whole endeuours shal be bent These ills to cure or future to preuent Harken to counsell be not obstinate Lest good aduice doe after come too late Oh but quoth he When on some shelfe of sand Lying not farre off from the harbouring strand A luckles Pylot being there a stranger His Barke hath burst vnskilfull of the danger His counsell then would be but all in vaine That would cry out You should haue kept the maine Yet for thy kindnesse and thy louing offer All that I haue my humblest thanks I proffer Which as my selfe low at thy feet I lay And for thy better hap will euer pray And to declare that I do hold it hatefull For such great courtesie to be vngratefull My tragick haps to heare since thou dost long I le briefly tell thee By a Sirens song Or by a voyce worse then the Mermaids sound That made Vlisses feare to runne a ground I was allurde to anchor in the roade Where cursed policy made her abode In womans habit that her selfe did hide Such her deceits as scarce could be espide Yet would I not the noble female sexe Should thinke in her I modeld their defects For I protest I hold in all their kinde Not such another any man can finde As soone the single Phoenix might be found To haue a mate as she her match on ground That damned Politician Machiauell That some say had his Maximes out of hell Had he but beene a scholler vnto her To learne his Arte need not haue gone so farre She of her owne would haue imparted store Of cursed plots ne're thought vpon before Such and so deepe as none could e're deuise But her great Grandsire father of all lyes With the Hienaes voyce can she beguile And weepe but like the Nile bred Crocadile That on the pray she instantly deuoures Dissembling teares in great abundant powers With the Cameleon can she change her hiew Like euery obiect that her eye doth view Proteus was neuer halfe so mutable As she vnconstant of her word vnstable Her eyes like Basilisks dart poyson out Her oyled toung assists to bring about Her plots to their ineuitable end Which to contriue she all her time doth spend She hath a conscience full of guilty dread Will stretch like Cheuerell in her working head Dwell damned thoughts to mischiefe euer bent And in her brayne are all ills resident She whose false heart for to Annatomize Volumes importable will scarce suffice She that in youth was bad in age farre worse That had some rauenous Tiger to her nurse With the sweet straine of her alluring toung Drew silly mee my yeres though very young Neuer before acquainted with deceit Not able to discerne th' inticing bait To follow her till in a fatall toyle Which she had pitcht my poore estate to spoyle I was ensnarde and when she saw me taken She plainde on me of all my friends forsaken For leauing them their speeches not respecting To follow her their counsailes graue neglecting I felt iust plagues yet had my wealth bin all That I had lost in my vnlucky fall I should not haue disquieted my foule With such sad thoghts as no ioyes might controule But with my meanes at that vnhappie tide My reputation hazzarded beside The worth of which fayre iewell I held more Then Europes magasins vnualued store Since that my name in countrie and in towne Hath giuen argument to euery Clowne By which rude Peasants to be censured Whose best conceits like them are basely bred Who could indure this made me hither flie Loathing to liue where euery vulgar eye Should stare on me where euery abiect Slaue With touÌ„gs enuenomd should my worth depraue For such the nature of the rascall Hinds That haue no other then deiected minds That crost by Fortune the best tempred