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A14019	Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.	Turberville, George, 1540?-1610?	1567 (1567)	STC 24326; ESTC S111456	102,071	323

is not quailde by cruell Fo Though Zoyll did his best my Flag to gaine Twas not his hap to haue the Conquest so And since it was my luck to scape his might I here assaile the Beast with nouell fight Thou Sycophant vnsheath thy shamefull blade Pluck out that bloudie Fawchon Dafrard thou Wherewith thou hast full many a skirmish made And scocht the braines of many a learned brow Now doe thy woorst I force not of thy stroke Thou shalt not bring my neck to seruage yoke Though thou affirme with rash railing iawes That I inuita haue Minerua made My other Booke I gaue thée no such cause By any déede of mine to drawe thy blade But since thou hast shot out that shamelesse worde I here gainst thée vncote my cruell sworde I know thou wilt eche worde and sentence wrie That in this slender Booke of me is write And wilt the same vnto thy sense applie Hoping for loue thereby to bréede dispite And looke what I amisse did neuer meane Thou wilt mistake and eke misconster cleane Thou wilt the wylie braine that ought is bent To fowle suspect and spot of fell distrust Perswade that here something of him was ment And Iealous Coales into his bosome thrust Thincking thereby thy purpose to as● In setting of his boyling breast a fire But as thou art in all thy other déedes Deseruing no beliefe or trust at all Likewise what so from thy vile Iawes procéedes Is lothsome lie fowle ●itton bitter Gall. Beleue him not but reade the Treatise through He sowes debate with helpe of hatefull Plough The modest mind that meanes but vertues trade And shunnes the shamefull shop of bawdie sect This spitefull Beast will if he may perswade That these are Toyes for that he should reiect And not pervse the meaning of the same Thus Zoyll séekes but blot of black defame But thou that vewste this stile with staid brow Marke crie worde vnioint eche Verse of mine Thy iudgement I and censure will allow Nor once will séeme for rancour to repine Thou art the man whose sentence I expect I scorne the scoffes of Zoylls shamefull sect FINIS The Table IN prayse of the Renowmed Ladie Anne Ladie Cowntesse Warwick fol. 1. The Argument to the whole discourse and Treatise following fol. 3. To a late acquainted Friend fol. 4. The Louer extolleth the singular beautie of his Ladie 6 The Louer declareth howe first he was taken and enamoured by the sight of his Ladie 7 Mayster Googe hys Sonet of the paynes of Loue. 8 Turberuiles Aunswere and Distich to the same 8 ¶ An Epitaph on the death of Dame Elyzabeth Arhundle 9 To Piero of Pride 9 Piero to Turberuile 9 Verse in prayse of Lorde Henry Howarde Earle of Surrey 9 Of Ialousie 10 To his Lady that by hap when he kissed hir and made hir lip bleede controlde him and tooke disdaine 10 Mayster Googe his Sonet 11 Turberuiles aunswere 11 A Comparison of the Louers estate wyth the Souldiars painefull lyfe 11 The Louer against one that compared hys Mistresse with his Ladie 12 The Louer to a Gentlewoman that after great friendship without desart or cause of mislyking refused him 14 The Louer obtaining his wish by all likelyhode yet not able to attaine his desire compares himselfe to Tantalus 16 The Louer to the Thems of London to fauour his Ladie passing thereon 18 To his Ring giuen to his Lady wherin was grauen this Verse My hart is yours 18 The dispairing Louer craues eyther mercy in time at his Ladies handes or cruell death 19 To his Friende to be constant after choyse made 20 Counsell returned by Pyndara to Tymetes of constancie 21 The Louers must not dispaire though their Ladies seeme straunge 21 A Letter sent by Tymetes to his Lady Pyndara at the time of his departure 23 Pyndaras Aunswere to the Letter whiche Tymetes sent hir at the time of his departure 24 To his absent Friende the Louer writes of his vnquiet and restlesse state 29 The aunswere of a Woman to hir Louer supposing his complaint to be but fayned 31 The Louer exhorteth his Ladie to take time while time is 32 The Louer wisheth to bee conioyned and fast linckt with his Ladie neuer to sunder 33 The Louer hoping assuredly of attayning hys purpose after long sute begins to ioy renouncing dolors 35 The Louer to hys carefull Bed declaring his restlesse state 35 ¶ An Epitaph and wofull Verse of the death of Sir Iohn Tregonwell Knight and learned Doctor of both lawes 36 The Louer confesseth himselfe to bee in loue and enamored of Mistresse P. 39 That all things haue release of paine saue the Louer that hoping and dreading neuer taketh ease 39 A poore Ploughman to a Gentleman for whom he had taken a little paines 41 To his Friend P of courting trauailing Dysing and Tenys 41 The louer declares that vnlesse he vtter his sorrowes by sute of force he dyeth 42 The Louer to a Friende that wrote hym this sentence Yours assured to the death 42 Of certaine Flowers sent by his Loue vpon suspicion of chaunge 42 The Aunswere to the same 43 Of a Foxe that would eate no Grapes 43 Of the straunge countenaunce of an aged Gentlewoman 43 To the Rouing Pyrat 44 Of one that had little Wit 44 In commendation of Wit 44 An Aunswere in dispraise of Wit 44 The Louer to Cupid for mercie declaring how first he became his Thrall with the occasion of his defying loue and now at last what caused him to conuert 45 After misaduentures come good haps 55 To his Loue that controlde his Dogge for fawning on hir 55 Vpon the death of the aforenamed Dame Elizabeth Arundle of Cornewall 56 Dispraise of Women that allure and loue not 59 Of a Phisition and a Soothsayer 62 A controuersie of a conquest in loue twixt Fortune and Venus 62 The Louer voweth howsoeuer he be guendoned to loue faithfully 63 He sorrowes the long absence of hys Ladie P. 64 To his Loue long absent declaring hys torments 65 To Browne of light beliefe 67 That death is not so much to be feared as daylie diseases are 68 The Epicures counsell eate drinke and plaie 68 The Aunswere to the vile and canckred counsell of the outragious Epicure 69 Of Homer and his birth 69 That time conquereth all things saue the Louers paine 70 To his Friend ryding to Londonward 71 Of the Rayne and cloudy weather at the time of hys Friendes departure from Troie 71 Of a couetous Niggarde and a needie Mouse 71 A pretie Epigram of a Scholler that hauing read Vergils Aeneidos maried a curst Wyfe 73 To a yong Gentleman of taking a wife 73 The Aunswere for taking a Wyfe 73 Of a deafe Plaintife a deafe Defendant and a deafe Iudge 74 A promise of olde good will to an olde friend at the beginning of New yere 75 A Vow to serue faithfully 75 Funerall Verse vpon the death of Sir Iohn Horsey Knight 75 To his Friende T hauing beene long

by wisdome can doe nothing as you wéene If you doe toyle to come by Wit then are you ouer séene Whome when you doe attaine though Wit and you séeme one Yet Wit will to another when your back is turnde and gone The Louer to Cupid for mercie declaring how first he became his thrall with the occasion of his defiyng Loue and now at last what caused him to conuert O Mightie Lorde of Loue Dame Venus onely ioy Whose Princely powre doth farre surmount all other heauenly Roy I that haue swarude thy lawes and wandred farre astray Haue now retyrde to thée againe thy statutes to obay And so thou wouldst vouchsafe to let me pleade for grace I would before thy Barre declare a sielie Louers case I would depaint at full how first I was thy man And show to that what was the cause that I from Cupid ran And how I haue since that yspent my wéerie time As I shall tell so thou shalt here declarde in doolefull rime In gréene and tender age my Lorde till .xvij. yeares I spent my time as fitted youth in Schole among my Féeares As then no Bearde at all was growne vpon my Chin Which well approoude that mans estate I was not entred in I neede not tell the names of Authors which I read Of Proes and Verse we had inough to fine the dullest head But I was chiefly bent to Poets famous Art To them with all my deuor I my studie did conuert Where when I had with ioy yspent my time a while The reast refusde I gaue me whole to Nasos Noble stile Whose volumes when I saw with pleasant stories fright In him I say aboue the rest I laide my whole delight What should I here reherse with base and barraine Pen The lincked tales and filed stuffe that I pervsed then In fine it was my loare vpon that part to light Wherein he teacheth youth to loue and women win by slight Which Treatise when I had with iudging eie suruayde At last I found thy Godly kynde and Princely powre displayde Of Cupid all that Booke and of his raigne did ring The Poet there of Venus did in sugred Dittie sing There read I of thy shafts and of thy golden Bow Thy shafts which by their diuers heads their diuers kindes did show I saw how by thy force thou madest men to stoope And grisely Gods by secret slight and Deuilish Imps to droope There were depainted plaine thy quick and quiuer wings And what so else doth touch thy powre there Ouid swéetely sings There I thy Conquests sawe and many a noble spoile With names annexed to the same of such as had the foile There Matrones marcht along and Maydens in their Roe Both Faunes and Satyrs there I saw with Neptuns troupe also With other thousands else which Naso there doth write But not my Pen or barraine Skull is able to recite O mightie Prince quoth I of such a fearefull force How blest were I so thou of mée wouldst daine to take remorce And choose mée for thy thrall among the rest to bee That liue in hope and serue in trust as waged men to thée With that thy Godhead knowes thou gauste a freindly looke And though vnwoorthie such a place mée to thy seruice tooke In token I was thine I had a badge of Blue With Sabels set and charge withall that I should aye be true Thou badste me follow Hope who tho thy Ensigne bare And so I might not doe amisse thus didst thy selfe declare Then who reioyst but I who thought himselfe yblist That was in Cupids seruice plaste as brauely as the best And thus in lustie youth I grue to be your thrall And was I witnesse of thy Dame right well content withall But now I minde to shewe as promisse was to doe How first I fled thy Tents and why thy campe I did forgoe When I had bene retainde well nigh a yeare or more And serude in place of wage and méede as is the Souldiars lere I chaunst by hap to cast my floting eies awrie And so a Dame of passing shape my fortune was to spie On whome Dame Nature thought such beautie to bestowe As she had neuer framde before as proufe did plainely showe On hir I gazde a while till vse of sense was fled And colour Paper white before was woxen Scarlet red I felt the kindled sparkes to flashing flames to growe And so on sodaine I did loue the Wight I did not knowe Then to thy Pallace I with frowarde foote did run And what I saide I mynde it yet for thus my tale begun O Noble Sir quoth I is this your free assent I should pursue a Game vnknowne within your stately Tent If so quoth I thou wilt and giuste the same in charge I mynde of all my brydled lust to let the Raynes at large Then Hope did prick mée forth and bad mee be of chéere Who said I should within a while subdue my Noble Feere He counselde mee to shun no dreadfull daungers place But follow him who Banner bore vnto your Noble grace He would maintaine my right and further aye my cause And bannish all dispaire that grewe by frowarde fortunes flawes Tis Cupids will quoth hée our Maister and our Lorde That thou with manly hart and hand shouldst lay the Barck aborde She shall not choose but yéelde the fruite for passed paines For shée is one of Cupids thralls and bound in Venus Chaines Thinkst thou our maister will his seruant liue in woe No not for all his golden Darts ne yet his crooked Bowe Wherefore with luckie Mart giue charge vnto the Wight Take Speare in hande and Targe on arme and doe with courage fight With that I armde me well as fits a warring man And to the place of friendly fight with lustie foote I ran My Foe was there before I came vnto the fielde I thought Bellona had bene there or Pallas with hir shielde So well shée was beset with Plate and priuie Maile As for my life my limber Launce might not a whit preuaile Yet naythelesse with Speare and Shielde we fought a space But last of all we tooke our Bowes and Arrowes from the case Then Dartes we gan to sling in wide and weightlesse Skies And then the fiercest fight of all and combat did arise In stead of shiuering shafts light louing lookes we cast And there I founde my selfe too weake hir Arrowes went so fast But one aboue the reast did cleaue my breast so farre As downe it went where lay my hart and there it gaue a iarre So cruell was the stroke so sodaine eke the wounde As by the fearefull force I fell into a senselesse sounde Thus hauing no refuge to quite my selfe from death I made a vowe to loue hir well whilst Lungs should lende me breath And since that time I haue endeuorde with my might To win hir loue but nought preuailes shée wayes it not a Mite Shée skornes my yéelding hart not forcing on my Hest But by disdaine of cloudy