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A very proper dittie: to the tune of lightie loue Leaue lightie loue ladies, for feare of yll name: and true loue embrace ye, to purchace your fame.
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Gibson, Leonard.
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1571
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STC 11836; ESTC S118276
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¶ A very proper dittie to the tune of Lightie loue ¶ Leaue Lightie loue Ladies for feare of yll name And True loue embrace ye to purchace your Fame BY force I am fixed my fancie to write Ingratitude willeth mée not to refraine Then blame me not Ladies although I indite What lighty loue now amongst you doth raigne Your traces in places with outward alluremeÌ„ts Doth mooue my endeuour to be the more playne Your nicyngs and ticings with sundrie procurementes To publish your lightie loue doth mée constrayne ¶ Deceite is not daintie it coms at eche dish Fraude goes a fisshyng with frendly lookes Throughe frendship is spoyled the seely poore fish That boouer and shouer vpon your false hookes With baight you lay waight to catch here and there Whiche causeth poore fisshes their fréedome to lose Then loute ye and floute ye wherby doth appere Your lighty loue Ladies styll cloaked with glose ¶ With DIAN so chaste you séeme to compare When HELLENS you bée and hang on her trayne Mée thinkes faithfull Thisbies be now very rare Not one CLEOPATRA I doubt doth remayne You wincke and you twincke tyll Cupid haue caught And forceth through flames your Louers to sue Your lyghtie loue Ladies too deere they haue bought When nothyng wyll mooue you their causes to rue ¶ I speake not for spite ne do I disdayne Your beautie fayre Ladies in any respect But ones Ingratitude doth mée constrayne As childe hurt with fire the same to neglect For proouyng in louyng I finde by good triall When Beautie had brought mée vnto her becke She staying not waying but made a deniall And she wyng her lightie loue gaue mée the checke ¶ Thus fraude for frendship did lodge in her brest Suche are most women that when they espie Their louers inflamed with sorowes opprest They stande then with Cupid against their replie They taunte and they vaunte they smile when they vew How Cupid had caught them vnder his trayne But warned discerned the proofe is most true That lightie loue Ladies amongst you doth reigne ¶ It séemes by your doynges that Cressed doth scoole ye Penelopeys vertues are cleane out of thought Mee thinkes by your constantnesse Heleyne doth rule ye Whiche both Greece and Troy to ruyne hath brought No doubt to tell out your manyfolde driftes Would shew you as constant as is the Sea sande To truste so vniust that all is but shieftes With lightie loue bearyng your louers in hande ¶ If ARGVS were lyuyng whose eyes were in number â–ª The Peacockes plume painted as Wri ters replie Yet Women by wiles full sore would him â—umber For all his quicke eyes their driftes to espie Suche feates with disceates they dayly frequent To conquere mennes mindes their humours to feede That bouldly I may geue Arbittrement Of this your lightie loue Ladies in déede ¶ Ye men that are subiect to Cupid his strooke And therin seemeth to haue your delight Thinke when you sée baight there 's hidden a hooke Whiche sure wyll â—ane you if that you do bight Suche wiles and suche guiles by women are wrought That halfe their mischefes men cannot preuent When they are most pleasant vnto your thought Then nothyng but lightie loue is their intent ¶ Consider that poyson doth lurke oftentyme In shape of sugre to put some to payne And fayre wordes paynted as Dawes can define The olde Prouerbe saith doth make some fooles faine Be wise and precise take warning by mée Trust not the Crocodile least you do rue To womens faire wordes do neuer agrée For all is but lightie loue this is most true ¶ ANEXES so daintie Example may bée Whose lightie loue caused youg IPHIS his woe His true loue was tryed by death as you sée Her lightie loue forced the Knight therunto For shame then refrayne you Ladies therfore The Cloudes they doo vanish and light doth appeare You can not dissemble nor hide it no more Your loue is but lightie loue this is most cleare ¶ For Troylus tried the same ouer well In louyng his Ladie as Fame doth reporte And likewise Menander as Stories doth tell Who swam the salt Seas to his loue to resorte So true that I rue such louers should lose Their labour in seekyng their Ladies vnkinde Whose loue thei did prooue as the Prouerbe now goes Euen very lightie loue lodgde in their minde ¶ I touche no suche Ladies as true loue imbrace But suche as to lightie loue dayly applie And none wyll be grieued in this kinde of case Saue suche as are minded true loue to denie Yet frendly and kindly I shew you my minde Fayre Ladies I wish you to vse it no more But say what you list thus I haue definde That lightie loue Ladies you ought to abhore ¶ To trust womens wordes in any respect The danger by mée right well it is séene And Loue and his Lawes who would not neglect The tryall wherof moste peryllous beene Pretendyng the endyng if I haue offended I craue of you Ladies an Answere againe Amende and what 's said shall soone be amended If case that your lightie loue no longer do rayne By Leonarde Gybson ¶ FINIS ¶ Imprinted at London in the vpper end of Fléetlane by Richard Ihones and are to be solde at his shop ioyning to the Southwest Dore of Saint Paules Church ¶ * â‹ An Epitaph on the death of the vertuous Matrone the Ladie Maioresse late wyfe to the right Honorable Lorde Alexander Auenet Lord Maior of the Citie of London Who deceased the vii Daie of Iuly 1570. HElpe nowe ye Muses nyne powre out your Noates of woe Aide me with pitious pearcing plaints the lâ—â—â—â— of her to shoe Whose Vertues maugre Death shal lyue and last for aye As fliyng Fame in Golden Trump doth cherefully display Ye Ladyes leaue your sportes your Pastymes set asyde To weepe this Ladies Fatall fine Cunduictes of streames prouide Cast off your costly Silkes your Iuelles nowe forsake To decke your selues in mournynge Weedes now poastynge haste do make Helpe now ye faythfull Wyues to wayle this faythfull Wyfe Whose flowynge Vertues were not hyd whyle she enioyed lyfe As well to Frende as Foe her Curtesie was knowne But now the Goddes haue thought it good to clayme agayne their owne LVCINA hath forgot her Chardge the fatall Fates haue don CLOTHO hath left the Rocke of lyfe and LACHAS longe hath spon These werie of their wonted toyle at mightie IOVES Decree To whom the Heauens the Earth and Sea and all thynges Subiect bee The Sister dire fearce ATROPOS with schortchyng cuttynge Knyfe Hath shred the Threede that longe dyd holde this Godly Ladies lyfe Whose losse deare Dames bewayle and weepe with many a teare For you shall misse a Matrone graue in daunger you to cheare Whose Counsell in their neede her Neighbours could not want Her Helpe vnto the Comfortlesse could neuer yet bee scant Vnto the poore opprest with Sickenesse griefe and payne To minister and giue reliefe her Hart was euer fayne The Poore haue lost a Nurse to helpe their nedie state The Ritche shall want a perfecte Frende as they can well relate Thus Ritche and Poore shall want her Aide at euerie neede For both Estates in daunger deepe she laboured to feede The Ritche with Counselles swete to chearish styll she thought The Poore by Almes and lyberall Giftes to tender longe she sought But who shall haue the greatest losse I knowe is not vnknowen Her best beloued the Wight whom shee accompted for her owne The Lorde MAIOR whiche nowe doth rule in LONDON noble Citie Shall want her sight the greater griefe to misse a Mate so wittie A Phenyx rare a Turtell true so constant in her loue That Nature nedes must showe her Force her Husbandes Teares to moue Who for the losse of suche a Wyfe can sobbyng Sighes refrayne In whom so many Vertues dyd continue and remayne You Damselles deare Domesticall whiche in her House abyde Haue cause to wayle for you haue lost a good and godly Guide Whose Lenytie and gentell Hart you all haue knowen and felt For vnto you in Courteous sorte her Giftes she euer dealt You Officers that dayly serue her Lorde at euery neede Can testifie that you haue lost a Ladie kynde in deede So gentell graue demure and wise as ye your selues expresse That needes ye must gush foorth your Teares and weepe with bytternesse In fyne both Ritche and Poore haue iust cause giuen to wayle The Ritch in Counsell lacke a Frende the Poore their Comfort fayle The Troupe of maryed Dames whiche shall her Vertues knowe Haue offered cause in bytter Teares some tyme for to bestowe But sith it is the Goddes Decree to whom all Flesh must bende To take this Ladie from the earth and bringe her dayes to ende Who can withholde that they wyll haue who dare their wyll withstande To vayne it were for mortall men the cause to take in hande Her Vertues were so great that they haue thought it meete To take from hence vnto the Heauens her Christall Soule so sweete Which now inclosed is with Aungelles rownde aboute Suche hoape we haue no other cause is giuen vs for to doubt Her Corps shall shrowde in Claye the Earth her right doth craue This Ladie yeldes her Parent too her Tombe her Cell and Graue From whence no Kynge nor Keysar can nor Ruler bearynge swaye For all their Force and Puissaunce once starte or go awaye All Flesshe shall haue an ende as Goddes do graunt and wyll And reape rewarde as they deserue hap good or hap it yll But thoughe that Death haue done his worste this Dame to take awaye In spite of Death her Vertues shall endure and last for aye ¶ Farewell O Ladye Deare the Heauens haue chosen thee Receyue this VALE I haue done thou gettest no more of mee Post Funera viuit virtus Quoth Iohn Phillip Imprinted at London by Richarde Iohnes