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A10831	A handefull of pleasant delites containing sudrie new sonets and delectable histories, in diuers kindes of meeter. Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in vse, to be sung: euerie sonet orderly pointed to his proper tune. With new additions of certain songs, to verie late deuised notes, not commonly knowen, nor vsed heretofore, by Clement Robinson, and diuers others.	Robinson, Clement, fl. 1566-1584.	1584 (1584)	STC 21105; ESTC S110524	25,030	80

thou a ●…uelt ●…igers 〈◊〉 All 〈◊〉 the hart whom thou maist h●…lp ¶ A craggie ●…ocke thy Cra●…e was And Tigers milke s●…e was thy foode ●…herby ●…ame Nature br●…ought to passe That like the Nu●…se should be thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and vn●…inde 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and fell to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that loues th●…e well ¶ The Cro●…ile with 〈◊〉 teares The 〈◊〉 ●…ot so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 As thou 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that I may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 UUo worth the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●…o loue ¶ Si●… th●…●…ast 〈◊〉 t●… worke my 〈◊〉 And h●…st 〈◊〉 will my wealth to way Farewell ●…kinde I ●…ill keepe ●…acke Such toyes as may my helth decay and 〈◊〉 will cry as I haue cause Fie vpon Loue and all his lawes The Louer being wound●… with his 〈◊〉 beut●… requireth 〈◊〉 ●…o To the tune of Apelle● THe 〈◊〉 sparkes of th●…se two eyes my wounded hart hath ●…et on 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with sighs and 〈◊〉 tears I 〈◊〉 my deare on me some pitie han●… ¶ In 〈◊〉 thée I 〈◊〉 such ioy As one that sought his quiet rest Untill I felt the 〈◊〉 ●…oy Ay ●…lickring in my captiue brest Since that time loe in d●…epe dispaire all voide of ioy my time I weare ¶ The wofull prisoner Palemon And Troylus eke kinge Pyramus sonne Constrained by loue did neuer mone As I my déer for thée haue done Let pitie then requite my paines My life and death in thée remaines ¶ If constant loue may reap●… his hire And faith vnfained may purchace Great hope I haue to my desire Pour gentle hart wil grant me g●…ace Til then my déer in few ward ●… plaine In pensiue thoughts I shall remaine The lamentation of a woman being wrongfully de●…med To the tune of Damon Pi●…ias YOu Ladies falsly déemd of anie fault or crime Command your pensiue harts to help this ●…olefull tune of mine For spitefull men there are that faults would fain e●…pie Alas what heart would heare their talke but willingly would die ¶ I waile o●…t 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. ¶ A thousand good women haue guiltlesse béen accusde For verie spite although that they their bodies neuer abusde the godly Susāna accused was falsly alas c. ¶ The poisoned Pancal ier ful falsly did accuse The good Dutchesse of Sauoy ●…ecause she did refuse To grant vnto his loue that was so vngodlie Alas what c ¶ Such false dissembling men stoong with Alectos dart Must needs haue place to spit their spite vpon some guiltlesse hart Therefore I must be pleasde that they triumph on me Alas c. ¶ Therefore Lord I thee pray the like death downe to send Upon these false suspected men or else their minds t' amend As thou hast done ●…ofore vnto these persons thrée Alas what c. A proper Song Intituled Fain wold I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie To the tune of lustie 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 TWentie iorneyes would I make and twentie waies would hie me To make aduenture for her sake to set so●…e matter by me But I would ●…aine haue a pretie thing 〈◊〉 I name nothing nor I meane nothing c. ¶ Some do long for pretie ●…nackes and some for straunge deuices God send me that my Ladie lackes I care not what the price is thus ●…aine 〈◊〉 ¶ Some ●…oe here and some go there wheare ga●…es ●…e not geason And I goe gaping euery where but still come out of season Yet faine c. ¶ I walke the towne and tread the streete in euery corner seeking The pretie thinge I cannot méete ●…hats for my Ladies liking Faine 〈◊〉 ¶ The Merce●…s ●…ull me ●…oing by the Silkie wiues say what lacke 〈◊〉 The thing you haue not then say I ye foolish fóoles go packe ●…e But fai●… 〈◊〉 ¶ It is not all the Silke in Cheape nor all the golden treasure Nor twen●…e Bushels on a heape 〈◊〉 ●…o my Ladie ●…e asure Put ●…aine c. ¶ The Grauers of the golden showes with Iuelles ●…o 〈◊〉 me The 〈◊〉 in the shappes that ●…owes they do nothing but let me But faine c. ¶ But were it in the wit of man by any meanes to make it I c●…ld for Money buy it than and say fai●…e 〈◊〉 ●…ake it Thus fain c. ¶ O Lady what ●…●…ke is this that my 〈◊〉 willin●…●…isse t●… To finde what pre●…ie thing it is that my good Lady 〈◊〉 Thus fain wold I haue had this preti thing to giue vnto my Ladie 〈◊〉 A proper wooing Song in●…tuled Ma●…de 〈◊〉 a loue me ye or no To the tune of the M●…rchaunts Daug●…ter went ouer the ●…elde My ●…yde will ye loue me yea or no tell me the trothe and let me go●… It can be no ●…esse th●…n a sinfull deed trust me truely To ●…inger a Louer that lookes to 〈◊〉 in due time 〈◊〉 ¶ ●…ou Maids that thinke your 〈◊〉 as ●…ne As Venus and all the Ma●…es 〈◊〉 The father himselfe whē he first made mā trust me truely Made you for his help whē the world began in due time duely ¶ Then sith Gods wil was euen so Why should you disdaine you Louer the But rather with a willing heart Loue him truely For in so doing you do but your part Let reason rule ye ¶ Consider swéet 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 soone mercie show In due time duely ¶ If that you do my case well way And show 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 ¶ And for my part whilst I do liue To loue you most faithfully my hād I giue Forsaking all other for your swéet sake Trust me truly In token whereof my troth I betake to your selfe most duely ¶ And though for this time we must depart yet kéep you this ring tru token of my hart Til time do serue we meet againe Let reason rule ye Whē an answer of cōfort I trust to obtain In due time duly 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 méeting a ioyfull day in due time duly The painefull plight of a Louer oppressed with the beautifull looks of his Lady To the tune of I loued her ouer wel VVHē as thy eies y e wretched spies did breed my cause of care And sisters thrée did full agrée my fatall thréed to spare Then let these words ingrauen be on toomb whereas I lie That here lies one whom spiteful loue hath caused for to

and make the matter nice And leaue her in fooles paradice ¶ Wherefore of such good Ladie now wisely beware Least flinging fancies in their brow do breed you care And at the first giue them the checke Least they at last giue you the geck And scornfully disdaine ye then In faith there are such kind of men ¶ But Iam none of those indéed beléeue me now I am your man if you me néed I make a vow To serue you without doublenesse With feruent heart my owne mistresse Demaund me commaund me what please ye and whan I wil be stil readie as I am true 〈◊〉 A new Sonet of Pyramus and Thisbie To the Downe right Squier YOu Dames I say that climbe the mount of Helicon Come on with me and giue account what hath béen don Come tell the chaunce ye Muses all and dolefull newes Which on these Louers did befall which I accuse In Babilon not long agone a noble Prince did dwell whose daughter bright dimd ech ones sight so farre she did excel ¶ An other Lord of high reuowne who had a sonne And dwelling there within the towne great loue begun●…e Pyramus this noble Knight I tel you true Who with the loue of Thisbie bright did cares renue It came to passe their secrets was beknowne vnto them both And then in minde they place do finde where they their loue vnclothe ¶ This loue they vse long tract of time till it befell At last they promised to méet at prime by Minus well Where they might louingly imbrace in loues delight That he might sée his Thisbies face and she his sight In ioyful case she approcht the place where she her Pyramus Had thought to viewd but was renewd to them most dolorous ¶ Thus while she staies for Pyramus there did procéed Out of the wood a Lion fierce made Thisbie dréed And as in haste she fled awaie her Mantle fine The Lion tare in stead of praie till that the time That Pyramus procéeded thus and sée how lion tare The Mantle this of Thisbie his he ●…esperately doth fare ¶ For why he thought the lion had faire Thisbie slaine And then the beast with his bright blade he slew certaine Then made he mone and said alas O wretched wight Now art thou in a woful case for Thisbie bright Oh Gods aboue my faithfull loue shal neuer faile this néed For this my breath by fatall death shal weaue Atropos thréed ¶ Then from his sheathe he drew his blade and to his hart He thrust the point and life did vade with painfull smart Then Thisbie she from cabin came with pleasure great And to the well apase she ran there for to treat And to discusse to Pyramus of al her former feares And when slaine she found him truly she shed foorth bitter 〈◊〉 ¶ When sorrow great that she had made she took in hand The bloudie knife to end her life by fatall hand You Ladies all peruse and sée the faithfulnesse How these two Louers did agrée to die in distresse You Muses waile and do not faile but still do you lament These louers twaine who with such paine did die so well content Finis I. Tomson A Sonet of a Louer in the praise of his lady To Calen o Custure me sung at euerie lines end WHē as I view your comly grace Ca. c Your golden haires your angels face Your azured veines much like the skies Your siluer téeth your Christall eies Your Corall lips your crimson chéeks That Gods and men both loue and léekes ¶ Your pretie mouth with diuers gifts Which driueth wise men to their shifts So braue so fine so trim so yong With heauenlie wit and pleasant tongue That Pallas though she did excell Could frame ne tel a tale so well ¶ Your voice so swéet your necke so white your bodie fine and small in sight Your fingers long so nimble be To vtter foorth such harmonie As all the Muses for a space To sit and heare do giue you place ¶ Your pretie foot with all the rest That may be seene or may be gest Doth beare such shape that beautie may Giue place to thée and go her way And Paris nowe must change his doome For Venus lo must giue thee roome ¶ Whos 's gleams doth heat my hart as fier Although I burne yet would I nier Within my selfe then can I say The night is gone behold the day Behold the star so cleare and bright As dimmes the sight of Phoebus light ¶ Whose fame by pen for to discriue Doth passe ech wight that is aliue Then how dare I with boldned face Presume to craue or wish your grace And thus amazed as I stand Not féeling sense nor moouing hand ¶ My soule with silence moouing sense Doth wish of God with reuerence Long life and vertue you possesse To match those gifts of worthinesse And loue and pitie may be spide To be your chief and onely guide ¶ A proper Sonet Intituled Maid wil yon marrie To the Blacke Almaine MAid wil you marie I pray sir tarie I am not disposed to wed a For he y ● shal haue me wil neuer deny me he shal haue my maidēhed a. Why then you wil not wed me No sure sire I haue sped me You must go séeke some other wight That better may your heart delight For I am sped I tell you true beléeu me it gréeus me I may not haue you To wed you bed you as a woman shold be ¶ For if I could be sure I would consent to your desire I would not doubt to bring about ech thing you would require But promise now is made Which cannot be staide It is a womans honestie To kéep her promise faithfully And so I do meane til death to do Consider and gather that this is true Choose it and vse it the honester you ¶ But if you séek for to misléeke with this that I haue done Or else disdaine that I so plaine this talke with you haue begone Farewell I wil not let you He 〈◊〉 wel that gets you And sure I thinke your other friend Wil prooue a Cuckold in the end But he wil take héed if he be wise To watch you catch you with Argus eies Besetting and letting your wonted guise ¶ Although the Cat doth winke a while yet sure she is not blinde It is the waie for to beguile the Mice that run behind And if she sée them runniug Then straightway she is comming Upon their head she claps her foote To striue with her it is no boote The seelie poore Mice dare neuer play She catcheth and snatcheth them euery day Yet whip they skip they whē she is away ¶ And if perhaps they fall in trap to death then must they yeeld They were better thē to haue kept their den than straie abroad the field But they that will be ranging Shall soone repent their changing And so shall you ere it be long Wherefore remember well my song And do not snuffe though I