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love_n	hate_v	love_v	sin_n	9,451	5	5.6895	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A14878	The most pleasant and delightful historie of Curan, a prince of Danske, and the fayre Princesse Argentile, daughter and heyre to Adelbright, sometime King of Northumberland Shewing his first loue vnto her, his succeslesse suite, and the low deiections he vnderwent for her sake. His second loue to the same lady vnknowne, taking her for a poore countrie damsell. She (by reason of the vnkindnesse of King Edell her vnckle and gardian) hauing forsooke the court, and vndertooke the profession of a neatheardes mayde. His constant loue (after her long continued vnkindnes) rewarded with her wished consent, their happie nuptials, and mutuall reioycings, his valour and victorious warre with King Edell: and lastly, his peacefull installment in the kingly throne. Enterlacte with many pritty and pithie prayses of beauty, and other amorous discourses, pleasing, smooth and delightfull. By William Webster.	Webster, William, treatise writer.	1617 (1617)	STC 25180; ESTC S111643	29,933	66

spends and paines the gowtie takes A peasant for a Princesse he would choose That he might find the greatnesse she should loose An earnest Intercessor to his Neece Still is he and if he her thoughts may sway A prize surpassing far the golden fleece Which Iason gain'd the base must beare away Base thought he him the Prince no prince he thought Yet to confer this Iem on him he sought Should Edell now haue knowne for whom he spake In whose behalfe his arguments he fain'd As sometime greater sees will Lawyers make To counterplead the cause they late maintain'd So had he turn'd had he the truth discride Against the Prince with whom he so doth side The Lady pester'd was with his perswasions And Curans loue for both vpon her war'd Yet in her brest they could make no inuasions For resolution did her bosome gard That pleads and this perswades both intreat her Yet all they doe but makes her griefe the greater That Edell knowes not Curans worth she knowes And yet in his behalfe doth pleade so much From hence her griefe from hence her sorrow growes This great vnkindnesse doth her nearely touch That he should hold her in from men of worth And to so base a match should thrust her forth Curan perceyuing now his loue offends And that he happy hath no hope to proue He letteth fall his sute his wooing ends For in a sort his loue doth curbe his loue Because he loues he will not giue offence Therefore though louing not his sute commence Her beauty breedes his amorous loue her griefe Compassionate affection in him breedes And though his loue-sicke heart doth lacke reliefe Yet he forbeares to seeke the salue he needes For to that floud he addes if it hee seeke Which her fayre eye distils on her fayre cheeke His passions from his amourous loue do grow But such a blessed loue in him is found As makes him to compassionate her woe And in his better loue his worse is drownd His passions vrge to prosecute his sute Compassion thoe preuayles and makes him mute That loue that from his amorous thoughts doth rise Doth vnto that that pittie breedes giue place Glances and teares goe both from Curans eyes Caus'd by her beautie and her wretched case And sith his amourous loue her griefe increast His tender loue so wrought that that loue ceast At least he close conceal'd it in his brest What though it seem'd to scald his heart within In signes nor syllables he it exprest For to augment her griefe he helde it sinne Curan she hates thy loue ah cruell shee And lest it moue her it must martyr thee The King now sees how he his loue restraines He sees it though to see it he is loath For this Apostacie put 's him to paines More then before for now hee wooes them both He wooeth her to loue and him to wooe O auarice what putst thou him vntoo Curan that lou'd the Lady with his soule To recommence his suite is easily brought The ashes are remou'd and now the cole Is found aliue that dead before was thought They grieue againe the Lady but in vaine They plow the sands where there wil grow no grain But why was Argentile so much vnkinde She knew the Prince his worth his Loue and these More powrefull Orators to bend the minde But Women will not loue before they please She will not No she will not loue and why Because she will not Women so reply What a strong hold strong Resolution is Where this chaste Dames chast loue immured lyes Not Danaes brasen tower was like to this Ione entred there by sleights and subtilties But here a Gard doth euen the key-hole keepe Lest slie insinuation in should creepe A Womans will is like to Danaes tower Nay more impregnable is womans will Was neuer man that yet by strength or power Could win this Fort that force repulseth still A womans will can neuer be constraind Nor can her loue against her will be gain'd The will is strong but yet the sences weake Weake is the Gard although the Fortresse strong Yet its impossible the Gate to breake Or skale the wall if true themselues among But lyking-oft which is Loues Vsher slye Gaines entrance here when flattered is the eye Therefore wise Ioue when he to Dardan came Engin nor instrument of war he brought He knew if so he should assault the same He neuer should obtaine the thing he sought No thundring-wide-mouthd Cānon doth he bring Nor Ramme for battrie nor no such like thing In stead of these he brings a Pe●lars packe Full of fine toyes that did for shew exceed And many a gawd and many a goodly knacke Which not necessitie it selfe doth neede Her Female-gard corrupteth hee with these Who fauouring him he enters there with ease For he had pleased them so well that day That they to lodge him there doe all agree While one vnboults another turnes the key Ope is the wicket and in leapeth hee So Danaes tower was wonne and fancies Fort Is neuer wonne but t' is in such like sort The weakest Virgins will is of more strength Then is a gate of steele or wall of brasse For to compulsion those may yeeld at length This will not be compell'd nor neuer was But it is strange that still Prince Curan fayles Who by preuailing meanes his Loue assayles He fittes her humors vaine he giues her guifts That she may fauor him he flatters her And to the skye her praises vp he lifts Fore Hellen's beautie he doth hers prefer He grieueth sore he sighs exceedingly He pules he pines he tells her he will dye He prayes and he perswades and all hee sayes And all he doth that may be said or done He tryes to winne her Loue a thousand wayes A thousand womens loues some times are wonne With fewer words and with far lesser paines Then Curan spends and takes ere her's he gaines Some winne as soone as they beginne to wooe And straight the Clarkes Amen confirmes the match And then to bed there is no more to doe Yea marry sir here is a quicke dispatch And so they speed when humor serues that speake But Curan hath a harder shell to breake Nay of so strange a humour some there are That he that loues and loue for loue desires Doth quite vnlike as Souldiers doe in warre Fayle when he fights and foyle when he retires So him that followes it his shadow shunnes And followes after him that from him runnes And Curans practise argu'd that he knew This secret for as I haue sayde before From beauties barre his action he withdrew Yet shee to loue inclined nere the more From this strange humour Argentile is free It is not vniuersall then we see And some will stifly stand in their deniall So that a man would thinke the clocke went true When it God wot agrees not with the Dyall As would be seene if thoughts lay ope to view But Argentile doth not coyne coynesse so Her

thy vnkindnes wounds my mind with griefe Hope of redresse is all my hearts reliefe My Loue with thy vnkindnes long hath striu'd Except these proue to be of equall strength Well may I hope my griefe is not long liu'de For one of these will sure be foyl'd at length When eyther shall be foyl'd and ouerthrowne Then ends my griefe and sad lamenting-mone Till or my Loue or thy vnkindnesse cease Needs must my griefe and languishment still last It is not possible I should finde ease Till I can eyther say the fit is past Or till thou doest my Loue with Loue repay Which would to thy vnkindnesse not giue way But that my Loue will cease and so my woe I haue small hope though still vnkinde thou proue I know my I oue more lasting is then so Nor is it fit that wee by fittes should Loue. Then all my hope of comfort doth depend On this that thy vnkindnes once will end Then when desire my Fantasie doth sway Such as I wish thou art to it presented My Loue with Loue me thinkes thou doest repay And from thy vnkinde selfe thou seem'st absented But when I wake thy kindnesse is away No longer then I dreame my Ioyes will stay To finde thee kinde thus in my idle Dreames What Comfort in thy kindnesse ly'es doth show Whereby my woes wax on to worse extreames That good I must not tast I would not know So to the damned soule in hell that is Hell's the more hell because he knowes ther 's blisse And though I know that Dec●mes are idle fictions And that they much in them do ●●ldome carry But still succede like Al●anackes Prodictions VVhich tell how winde and weathers state will varrie Kindnesse to come they promise tho in thee And comfort in reuersion so to m●● Yet they perhaps doe but delude m● tho And do no more but seeme to promise this Then is my hope but vaine if this be so And that I catch but Comforts shaddow is Feare doth consound the hope that hence doth rise Sith Dreames are but such meere incertainties Disdaine to mee is like infectious ayre As that of health so this of hope depriues As that disease so this doth breed dispaire Yet against that there are preseruatiues But none gainst this disdaine the heart doth kill Euen in dispight of Drug and Doctors skill Thus pules the Prince and thus doth he complaine Euen melted with the Sun-shine of her eye Nor can his manly heart the stroke sustaine Of Cupids Childish-dart fie Curan fie From a weake womans Fading-beauty hee Deriues his strength yet he hath foyled thee And is it 〈…〉 Th●●●●ding beauty should be of s●ch force The nature of this Impe of Mars to change And from his warlike Patron him diuo●ce T' is strange yet beauty hath this seace affected 〈◊〉 the which he hath himselfe subiected Beauty be●itcheth him and makes him ●ote Then Che●●ltie be ceaseth to pursue Himselfe to Cupid se●●ice to denote To Mars and Martiall feates he bids adue But when he shall his Ladyes loue obtaine The warlike Prince will be himselfe againe But yet she him denyes and answereth thus Do you not thinke my wayes are negatiues Scarce are they so indeede in some of vs Scandall too-much from such our selues deriues B●● doe ●ot thinke me such such am not I I hate the tongue that doth the thoughts belye I alwayes strongly haue oppos'de your tryalls Not like to her that yeeldingly denyes I wrap not vp consent in nice denyalls Nor haue I prun'd your hopes with my replyes But rather to supplant them I haue sought For I to yeeld to Loue will not be brought Such were her words her thoughts were also such She doth not loue she meaneth to loue neuer But on her strength she doth relye too-much For in her power it is not to perseuer Strong is her resolution yet too-weake The high disposers purposes to breake You doe sayth she but vaine 〈…〉 While thus you 〈…〉 loue with worth Loues Harbeng●● still enters by the eye Small comfort kn●●king at the 〈◊〉 affordes For till the eye let liking in the brest Nere lodgeth L●●● that thought disturbing guest C●●se therefore thus to spend your breath in vaine Auert your Loue because you are not lou'd Loue not where Loue for Loue you cannot gaine Let your ill placed liking be remou'd Shut in your wandring eye your thoughts restraine Refuse to giue your rash desires the raine Thus counsels she yet courts he her againe But cannot tho her resolution shake Onely her eares his words doe entertaine But to her heart they no intrusion make Nor feares nor shuns she his assaults for why On her approued strength she dare relye From his assaults she held her selfe aloose At first but now she doth not feare nor doubt Against Loues darts she thinks her brest is proose Because that it so long hath held them out Yet oportunitie the Prince doth fayle Nor can his importunity preuaile But now behold when she to Loue thinkes least And thinks her selfe best able to withstand And now his hopes that languisht are deceast Now Loue himselfe doth take his cause in hand Dispayre makes Curan now leaue off to wooe her yet wins her as he tels his fortunes to her Growne desp●●●● now he thus to her complain'd Of all mens Fo●●●mes mine is sure the worst Thus twise to loue and twise to be disdai'nd Ah Wretch was euer man so much accurst Loue that imparadi●eth some to me Giues hell it selfe if hell on earth there be Pigm●lion was more blest then I for he Succesfully an Iuorie Image lou'd Venus wrought miracles for him but she Is deafe to my intreates shee 'l not be mou'd To turne to flesh that flintie heart of thine And to reioycings these complaints of mine Loue vnto some much happinesse doth bring But vnto me it bringeth nothing lesse My Loue 's a bitter root from whence doth spring Anguish griefe sorrow woe and wretchednesse And that I twise should loue the Fates haue cast And so should twise these hellish torments tast Shee that first caus'd my anguish and my smart Was fayre like thee and thou vnkind as shee She had thy beauty and thou hast her heart Shee tooke thou tak'st my ioyes my life from me I lou'd I loue in both vnhappy I I languisht then but now for loue I die The Neatresse yet vnsatisside enquires What wench it was he first affected so He vrdg'd to speake of her his bloud retires Pale were his lookes scarse could he speake for woe T' was Argentile so much admir'd sayth he Onely in state an ouermatch to thee Did you saith she know that young Lady fine I did sayth he and dearely I her loud She was my Saint I offered at her shrine Teares vowes and sighes and for her sake I prou'd A torment worse then death it selfe can be And now a torment worse then that for thee At Kirkland in my Fathers Court my dayes In sweet content I spent vntill