of Fortune my foe WHen God had â—ane away true wisdomes King Edward the fourth whose fame shal alwayes ring Which raigned had full two and twenty yeares And ruled well amongst his noble Peeres When as he dyed two sonnes he left behinde The Prince of Wales Duke of Yorke most kind The Prince the eldest but eleuen yeares old The Duke more yong as Chronicles haue told The dead Kings brother Duke of Glocester Was chosen for the Prince his Protecter Who straightway plotted how to get the Crowne And pull his brother Edwards children downe Edward the fift the Prince was cald by name Who by succession did that title gaine A prudent Prince whose wisedome did excell Which made his vncles heart with hatred swell Then did the Duke vse all the meanes he might By dambd deuises for to worke their spight At length the diuell put it in his head How all his plots should be accomplished With sugred words which had a poysond sting He did intice the Duke and the yong King For safeties sake to lodge them in the Towre A strong defence and Londons chiefest Flower His faire spoke speeches and bewitching charme Who told them 't would secure them from all harme Thus by faire words yet cruell treachery Le won their hearts within the Tower to lye Great entertainment he these Princes gaue And causâ—e the Tower to be furnisht braue With sumptuous cheare he feasted them that day Thus subtile Wolues with harmeles lambs do play With musicke sweet he filde their princely eares And to their face a smiling countenance beares But his foule heart with mischiefe was possest And treacherous thoughts were alwaies in his bresâ— When as bright Phoebus had possest the West And tâ—at the time was come for all to rest The Duke of Gloster the two Princes led Into a sumptuous chamber to their bed When these sweet children thus were laid in bed And to the Lord their hearty prayers hâ—d said Swéet slumbring sleepe then closing vp their eyes Each folded in each others arme then lies The bloody vncle to these children sweet Unto a Knight to breake his mind thought méeâ— One sir Iames Tirrill which did thinke it beâ—t For to agree to his bloody request Sir Iames he said my resolutions this And for to do the same you must not misse This night so that the King be murthered And the yong Duke as they lie in their bed So when these branches I haue pulled downe There 's none yâ— which can keep me from the Crowne My brother Duke of Clarence he was found i th Tower within a But of Malmesey drownd It was my plot that he should drowned be Because that none should claime the Crowne but me And when these children thou hast murdered I le weare the Royall Crowne vpon my head And know thou Tirrill when that I am King I le raise thy state and honours to thee bring Then be resolu'd tut be not thou afraid My Lord I le do 't this bloody Tirrill said He got two villaines for to act this price Hell-hearted murtherers and did them disguise The one Miles Forrest which there keeper was The other Dighton kéeper of his horse At midnight then when all things they were husht These bloody slaues into the chamber crusht And to the bed full softly did they creepe Where these sweet babes did lie full fast asleepe And presently did wrap them in the cloathes And stopt their harmelesse breath with the pillowes Yet did they striue and struggle what they might Untill the slaues had stifeled both them quite When as the murderers saw that they were dead They tooke their bodies forth the cursed bed And then they buryed these same little ones At the staire foot vnder a heape of stones But marke how God did scourge them for this deed As in the Chronicles you there may reade Blood deserueth blood for so the Lord hath said So at the length their blood was truely paid For when their Uncle he had raign'd two yeares He fell at variance then amongst his Péeres In Lestershire at Bosworth he was slaine By Richmonds Earle as he did rightly gaine In pieces was he hewed by his foes And kickt and spurned with their feet and toes They stript him then and dragd him vp and downe And on stout Richmonds head they put the Crowne The bloody murtherer Sir Iames Tirrilâ— For treason lost his head on Towre-hill And to Miles Forrest befell no worse a Lot For he in pieces aliue away did câ—t And Iohn Dighton the other bloody fiend No man can tell how he came to his end Thus God did pay these murtherers their â—ire And hell-bred Pluto plagued them with fire A excellent Song entituled A penny-worth of Wit To the tune of Labandelasâ—ot IN ancient yeares as bookes expresse Of old done deeds both more and lesse A Merchant yong of tender yeares As by the sequell well appeares a worthy woman tooke to wife right well brought vp and void of strife Could he with her haue been content Great blessings might the Lord haue sent But he an harlot loued more Wherewith his friends were vexed sore In tract of time his chance it was In Merchants wise the seas to passe In lands right strange was his intent With merchandize he forward went and at his parting thought it méet his concubine and quéene to gréet And of her loue did sweetly pray And fauour for to part away With sighing semblance then quoth she My deare â—â—ll you depart from me Then to his wedded wife he went Saying dame what thing most excellent You are desirous for to haue Of any thing that heart can craue giue me your money to bestow then from her purse she forth did draw A faire coinâ—e penny verily Wherewith she wild him Wiâ— to buy Of other toyes small mind had she But Iesu blesse your long iourney This said she wept then parted he Thinking great scorne of her penny But past â—he Seas and tooke â—he shore And sped right well what would we more in many wares he did abound of merchandize both good and sound His ships well fraught he homward sent So well had he his substance spent And for his concubine alacke He had bestowed many a knacke Then last his wife remembred he And with his mates of merry glée Unto a Tauerne forth they go In ieasting sort the truth is so he said he should be much vnkind her merchandiâ—e to leaue behind But said the substance was so small That it would buy notâ—ing at all And thereat made a iâ—asting sport To all that thither did resort Not farre from thence on a feat right nigh There was an old man sitting by Who said good sir I can you shew How you that penny shall bestow for if you haue a wedded wife I wish you haue her during life A wife I haue indeed quoth he And a Lemman faire and bright of blee Whom I do trust and euer shall So constant is her loue withall The old man
And chaind thy hearts liking my seruant to proue That am but a stranger in this thy kind loue Owen Tudor If but a stranger yet loue hath such power To lead me heere kindly vnto a Queenes bower Then doe not sweet Princesse my good will forsake When nature commands thee a true loue to take Queene Katherine So royall of calling and birth I am knowne That matching vnequall my state is ore-throwne My titles of dignity thereby I loose To wed me and bed me my equall I le choose Owen Tudor No honours are lost Quéene in chusing of me For I am a gentleman borne by degrée And fauours of Princes my sâ—ate may aduance In making me noble by fortunate chance Queene Katherine My robes of rich honours most braue to behold Are all ore imbossed with siluer and gold Not therewith adorned I loose my renowne With all the braue titles that waits on a Crowne Owen Tudor My Countrey sweet Princesse more pleasure affords Then can be expressed heere by me in words Such kindly contentments by nature there springs That hath beene well liked of Queenes of Kings Queene Katherine My courtly attendants are traines of delight Like stars of faire heauen all shining most bright And those that liue daily such pleasures to see Suppose no such comforts in countrey can be Owen Tudor In Wales we haue fountains no christal more cleare Where murmuring musick we daily may heare With gardens of pleasure and flowers so sweet UUhere true loue with true loue may merrily meet Queene Katherine But there is no tilting nor tornaments bold Which gallant yong Ladies desire to behold No maskes nor no reuels where fauours are worne By Knights or by Barons without any scorne Owen Tudor Our May-poles at Whitsontide maketh good sport And moues as sweet pleasure as yours doe in court UUhere on the green dancing for garland and ring Maidens make pastime and sports for a King Queene Katherine But when your braue yong men maidens do meet Your musicke is clownish and soundeth not sweet UUhilest siluer-like melody murmuring keepes And rocks vp our senses in heauenly sicepes Owen Tudor Our Harps our Tabors sweet humming drones For thee my sweet Princesse make musicall moanes Our Morris-Maid Marrians desire for to see A True-loue-knot tyed betwixt thee and me Queene Katherine No pleasures in Countrey by me can be seene That haue beene mainteined so long heere a Queene And fed on the blessings that dayly were giuen Into my braue Pallace by Angels from heauen Owen Tudor Our greene leaued trees will dance with the winde Where birds sit reioycing according to kinde Our sheepe with their Lambes wil skip it ful round To see thee come tripping along on the ground Queene Katherine What if a kind Princesse should so be content By meeknesse thus mooued to giue her consent And humble her honors imbace her degree To tye her best fortunes braue Tudor to thee Owen Tudor If to a Kingdome I borne were by birth And had at commandment all nations on earth Their crownes their scepters should lie at thy feet And thou be made Empresse my darling so swéet Queene Katherine I feare yet to fancy thy loue tempting tongue For Cupid is cunning his bow very strong Queen Venus once mistris of heart wishing pleasure We ouer kind women repent vs at leasure Owen Tudor May neuer faire morning shew forth his bright beames But couer my falsehood with darkest extreames If not as the Turtle I liue with my Doue My gentle kind Princesse my Lâ—dy my Loue. Queene Katherine Hye then into Wales and our wedding prouide For thou art my Bridegroome I le be thy Bride Get gloues and fiue ribbons with bridelaces faire Of silke and of siluer for Ladies to weare Owen Tudor With garlands of Roses our huswifely wiues To haue thee adorned all louingly striues Their bride-cakes be ready our bag-pipes do play Whilst I stand attending to lead thee the way Both together Then marke how the notes of our merry towne bels Our dingdong of pleasure most cheerefully tels Then dingdong faire Ladies and louers all true This dingdong of pleasure may satisfie you FINIS A Princely song of King Richard Cordelion King of England of his bold courage and lamentable death To the tune of You Batchelers that braue it OF a noble Christian Warriour King Richard of this Land For fame amongst our worthies braue now orderly may stand The God of battels gaue him still a gallant great command To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ Richard Cordelion in this Land a noble English name That fils the world with wonders great with honour and with fame Then gallantly good Souldiers all come thunder out the same That fights for our Sauiour Iesus Christ When as faire Hierusalem the City of our Lord Lay mourning all in heauinesse consumed by the sword To succour her all Christendome did willingly accord And to fight for our Saviour Iesus Christ. Then marched forth most braue and bold King Richard from this land Of noble Knights and Gentlemen with him a warlike band To fight for Iesus Christ his name so long as they could stand All souldiers of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But by the way such chances then King Richard did betide That many of his soldiers for want of victuall dyed A new supply this noble King waâ— forced to prouide To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The mighty Duke of Austria to whome he came for ayd For all his Kingly curtesies his succors were denayd But tooke him prisoner cowardly where ransome must be paid And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ His noble Knights and Soldiers then with sorrow went away Wofully complaining all that ere they saw that day That such a Noble King as he a prisoner there should stay And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. While they were here prouiding a ransome for his Grace The Dukes owne Sonne vnreuerently King Richard did abase For which with one small boxe o th eare he kild him in that place In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. UUith that into a Dungeon deepe this noble King was cast UUhile as a Lyon all in rage prouided was in haste To combate with this famous King so long as life did last The souldier of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But gentle pitty moued much the Daughter of the Duke Whom deepely wounded was with loue proceeding from his looke For which to saue his Princely life she kindly vndertooke In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. A rich imbroydered scarfe of silke she secretly conuaid Into the Dungeon where the King his execution staid The which to saue his gentle life an instrument was made In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ For when the hunger starued beast into the Dungeon came With open mouth to swallow him he nimbly tooke the same And stoutly thrust it downe his throat the Lyon thus to tame In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. And so with valiant courage he puld
him soone from Lordly state into a kitching drudge And so accesse had he good Prince Her purpose to bewray But still faire Maudlins answere was she husbandlesse would stay Mean while her Gardiant beat his braines Her dukedome to atchiue Nor caring wat became of her so he by her might thriue And so resoluing that she should Unto some peasant wed And Raymond then supposâ—d a drudge should stand him in that stead But Maudlin marking his intent Unkindly takes that he Should bar the noblest match from her thus for a base degree The Lady shifting cut of dorâ—â— Departed thence by stealth Then thus with basenes for a match that might haue liu'd in wâ—alth When Raymond heard of her escape With sad and grieâ—eâ— heart He left the pallace of the Dukâ— and after did depart Forgetfull of himselfe and birth His country friends and all And minding onely her to seeke that thus had prouâ—d his thrall Nor meanes he after to frequent The court of stately townes But liu'd with pinchings cares and griefe among the country grounds A brace of yeares vpon that plaine Neere Salisburie that lies In great content with feeding flockeâ— a sheepeheards life he tries In hope his loue thereby to wast But then began againe Withâ—â— his heart a second loue the worser of the twaine A country wench a Neatheards maid Where Raymond kept his sheepe Did feed her droue with whom this prince in loue was wounded deepe Where sitting on the downy plaine And hauing small to do These sheepeheards there in friendly sort thus plainely gan to woe I know faire maid quoth Raymond then And thou aswell as I No maid there is that willingly with maidenhead would dye The Ploughmans labour hath no end And he will churlish proue The tradesman hath more woâ—ke inhand then doth belong to loue The Merchant venturing abroud Suspects his wife at home A youth will still the wanton play an old man proue a mome Then choose a sheepeheard honny girle Whose life is merriest still For merrily he spends his daies thus on the faire gréene hill And then at night when day is done Goes home from thence betime And in the fier turnes a craâ— and sings some merry rime Nor lackes he tales whiles round about The nut-drowne bowle doth trot And sitteth singing care away till he to bed be got There sléepes he soundly all the night Forgetting morrowes cares Nor feares the blasting of his corne nor vttering of his wares And this I know full well faire Lasse More quiet nights and daies The shéepeheard sléepes and wakes then he whose cattle he doth graze A King I see is but a man And so swéet Lasse am I Content is worth a Monarchy and mischiefes shoot ful hye As late it did vnto a Duke Not dwelling far from hence Who had a daughter saue thy selfe on earth the fairest wench With that good soule he stayd and sight Speake on quoth she and tell How faire she was and who she was that thus did heare the bell She was quoth he of stately grace Of countenance most faire No maid aliue for beauties prize may well with her compare A Globe-like head a golden hayre A forehead smooth and hie A seemely nose on either side did shine a graish eie Two rosie cheekes and ruddy lips White Iuory teeth within A mouth in meane and vnderneath a round and dimpled chin A snow-white necke with blewish vaines To make her seeme more faire Yea all her body framd so fine that earth had none more rare For life for loue for forme and face None fairer was then she And none but only she alone so faire a maid could be I knew the Lady well quoth she But worthlesse of such praise But credit we no sheepheard thou thy speeches so be wraies With that he wept and she was woe And both did silence keepe And equally perplext in loue they sate them downe to weepe In sooth quoth he I am not such As sâ—eming I professe To be a princes sonne by birth my liking shewes no lesse In Scotland is my fathers court And Raymond is my name With Cornewals duke I liu'd in pomp till loue controld the same And did this Lady dearely loue Though she not loued me But all that loue is wasted quite and now I die for thée I grant quoth she you lou'd her well If that your loue were such Yet thinke of me your second loue in loue to be as much Your twice beloued Maudlin heere Submits herselfe to thée And what she could not at the first the second time shall be In fortune not in person chang'd For I am still the same In heart and mind as chast and true as first to me you came Thus swéetly surfetting in ioy They tenderly imbrace And for their wished wedding day found fitting time and place And so these louely princes both Each other did befriend Where after many a hard mishap there loues had ioyfull end FINIS A Song of the deposing of King Richard the second and how after many miseries hee was murthered in Pomphret Castle To the tune of regard my sorrowes WHen Richard the second in England was King And raigned with honor state Sixe vncles he had his Grandfathers sons King Edwards that ruled of late All Counsellors noble and sage yet would he not heare their precepts deare So wilfull he was in this his young age A sort of braue gallants he kept in his court That traind him to wanton delight Which parasites pleased him better in mind then all his best Nobles and Knights Ambition and auarice grew so great in this land that still from his hand A masse of rich treasure his parasites drew His péeres and his barons dishonored were And vpstarts thus mounted on hie His commons sore taxed his cities opprest good subiects were nothing set by And what to his Coffers did come he wantonly spent to please with content His flattering vpstarts stil sporting at home When thus vnto ruine this kingdom began To fall from the highest estate The Nobles of England their Princes amisse by parliament soone did rebate And likewise those flatterers all they banisht the court that made but a sport To sée this so famous a Kingdome to fall But after these galltaÌ„s disgraded were thus King Richard himselfe was put downe And Bullenbrooke Lankasters noble borne Duke by pollicie purchast his crowne Thus ciuill warres héere begun that could haue no end by foe nor by friend Till 7. kings raignes with their liues were out run But Richard the breeder of all these same broyles In prison was wofully cast Where long he complained in sorrowful sort of Kingly authority past No Lords nor no subiects bad he no glory no state that earely and late Upon him attending had wont for to be His robes were conuerted to garments so old That beggers would hardly them weare His dyet no comfort at all to him brought for he fed vpon sorrow and care And from prison to prison was sent
answered at last So soone as you the Seas haue past Then put of all your faire array And to your Lemmon take your way saying that thou a Merchant great didâ—â— robbe and wickedly er treat And for his goods thou hast him slaine And art persude therefore a maine Now which of both doe pitty thow With her abide in weale and woe With that the penny forth he drew Which to the old man straight he threw Saying he would go trie the same So in short space he ouer came in cloathes rent too vile to see vnto his Lemmans house went he And softly knocked at her doore But when she saw he was so poore In frâ—wning sort she turnd her backe Perceiuing him to be in lacke He said sweet Lemmon for Christ his sake Upon me here some pitty take Upon the Seas my goods I lost My selfe in danger greatly toste a Merchant murdered is and slaine by meanes of me and of my traine Wherefore sweet heart now pitty me For need alacke I come to thee But she with words right fierce and fell Said villaine wretch adieu farewell Shall I giue succour to thy deed The Diuell grant thee ill to speed Auoyde thou rascalâ— hence apace Thy fact deserues to haue no grace go home vnto that Gib thy wife let her giue succour to thy life For by the faith to God I owe I meane the Officer shall know Except from hence in hast thou packe He turnd his face and cryde alacke Then in that poore and simple array Unto his wife he tooke his way And told like tale as he before Had vttered to his wicked whoore and said sweet wife without your aide I feare I shall be soone betraid My spowse quoth she take you no griefe A hundred pounds for your reliefe I yet haue here for you in store When that is gone we will get more And for your pardon sir quoth she I will make meanes as you shall see And all your creditors will pray To take with you a longer day good friends I haue take you no thought this thing to passe shall well be brought And as much goods as here before They shall you giue or rather more With that he did his wife embrace And told her true in euery case Together then that night they lay And in the morning passing gay This mercâ—ant did himselfe atâ—ire In costly suits for his desire with seruants two for his intent vnto his Lemmans house he went As by the way she did him spy She ran and met him by and by And said my loue for very shame What moued you to worke thâ—â— gaine Why came you basely to my doore Why did you faigne your selfe so poore Sith you do know you haue my loue And all my goods for your behooue She then with him did kisse and dally as she was wont with ancient fally My Lemmon deare he said againe To me it hath been told right plaine You haue another friend in store Whom you doe loue at heart right sore The Iewels which I gaue to you He hath in hold I tell you true Then vp she rose all in a braide And all those things before him laide he tooke them vp and cald his men and said go get you home agen With this apparell and this geare She said what will you robbe me here He tooke all things to hand that came And bare all home vnto his Dame And said behold my louing feere See here these Iewels and this geere Looke well thereon and do not spare Here is a penny worth of ware he told her likewise how and when he had this counsell of a man She saw those iewels did abound In value worth a hundreth pound They thanked God both for his grace And after liu'd in happy case FINIS Titus Andronicus complaint To the tune of Fortune YOu noble minds and famous martiall wights That in defence of natiue countrey fights Giue eare to me that ten yeares fought for Rome Yet reapt disgrace when I returned home In Rome I liu'd in fame full threescore yeares By name beloued deare of all his Peeres Full fiue and twenty valiant sonnes I had Whose forward vertues made their father glad· For when Romes foes their warlike forces felt Against them still my sonnes and I were sent Against the Gothes full ten yeares weary warre We spent receiuing many a bloody sâ—arre Iust two and twenty of my sonnes were slaine Before we did returne to Rome againe Of fiue and twenty sonnes I brought but three Aliue the stately Towres of Rome to see When warres were done I conquest home did bring And did present my prisoners to the King The Queene of Goâ—h her sonnes and eke a Moore Which did much murder like was nere before The Emperour did make this Quéene his wife Which bred in Rome debate and deadly strife The Moore with her two sonnes did grow so proude That none like them in Rome was then alowd The Moore so pleasd the new-made Empresse eye That she consented with him secretly For to abuse her husbands marriage bed And so in tune a blacke a moore she bred Then she whose thoughts to murder were inâ—inde Consented with the Moore with bloody minde Against myselfe my kin and all my friends In cruell fort to bring them to their ends So when in age I thought to liue in peace Both wo and griefe began then to increase Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright Which ioyde and pleased best my ages sight My deare Lauina was betroth'd as than To Caesars sonne a yong and noble man Who in a hunting by the Emperours wife And her two sonnes bereaued were of life He being slaine was cast in cruell wise Into a dismall den from light of skies The cruell Moore did come that way as then With my two sonnes who fell into that den The Moore then fectht the Emperour with speed For to accuse them of that murtherous deed And then my sonnes within the den were found In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound But now behold what wounded most my minde The Emperours two sonnes of Tygers kinde My daughter rauished without remorse And tooke away her honour quite perforce When they had tasted of so sweet a flower Fearing their sweet should shortly turne to sowre They cut her tongue whereby she could not tell How that dishonour vnto her befell Then both her hands they falsely cut of quite Where by their wickednesse she could not write Nor with her needle on her sampler sow The bloody workers of her direfull woe My brother Marcus found her in a wood Staining the grasse ground with purple bleed That trickled from her stumps and handlesse armes No tongue at all she had to tell her harmes But when I saw her in that woefull case With teares of blood I wet my aged faâ—e For my Lauinia I lamented more Then for my two and twenty sonnes before When as I saw she could not write nor speake With griefe my aged heart began to
breake We spread a heape of sand vpon the ground Whereby those bloody tyrants out we found For with a staffe without the helpe of hand She writ thâ—se words vpon that plot of sand The lustfull sonnes of the pâ—ouâ— Empresse Are doers of this hatefull wickednesse I tare the miâ—ke-white haires from off my head I curst the houre wherein I first was â—red I wisht my hand that fought for countries â—ame In cradles rockt had first been strokeâ— lame The Moore delighting still in villany Did say to set my sonnes from prison free I should vnto the King my right hand giue And then my 〈◊〉 prisoned sonnes should liue The Moore I caused to strike it off with speede Whereat I greeued not to see it bleed But for my sonnes 〈◊〉 wiâ—â—ingly impart And for their ransome send my bleeding heart But as my life did linger thus in paine They sent to me my bloodlesse hand againe And therewithall the heads of my two sonnes Which fild my dying heart with fresher moanes Then past reliefe I vp and downe did go And with my teares writ in the dust my â—o I shot my arrowes towards heauen high And for reuenge to hell did sometimes cry The Empresse then thinking I was mad Like Furies she and both her sonnes were clad She namde reuenge and rape and murder they To vndermine and know what I would say I fed their foolish vaines a certaine space Untill my friends and I did finde a place Where both her sonnes vnto a post were bound Where iust reuenge in cruell sort was found I cut their throats my daughter helde the pan Bâ—twixt her stumps wherein their blood then ran And then I ground their bones to powder small And made a paste for pies straight therewithall Then with their flesh I made two mighty pies And at a banquet serude in stately wise Before the Empresse set this loathsome meat So of her sonnes owne flesh she well did eate My selfe bereaude my daughter then of life The Empresse then I slâ—w with bloody knife I stabde the Emperour immediately And then my selfe euen so did Titus dye Then this reuenge against the Moore was found Aliue they set him halfe into the ground Whereas he stood vntill such time he sterude And so God send all murtherers may be serude The end of the first Part. The Second Part of the Golden Garland The Shepheards resolution To the tune of the yong mans opinion SHall I wasting in despaire Dye because a womans faire Shall my cheeks looke pale with care Cause anothers Rosie are Be she fairer then the Day Or the flowry Meads in May Yet if she thinke not well of me What care I how faire she be Shall a Womans goodnesse mooue Me to perish for her loue Or her worthy merits knowne Make me quite forget mine owne Be she with that goodnesse blest As may merit name of best Yet if she be not such to me What care I how faire she be Be she good or kinde or faire I will neuer more despaire If she loue me this beleeue I will die ere she shall grieue If she fright me when I woe I will scorne and let her go Yet if she be not fit for me What care I for whom she be Shall a woman truely wise Draw amazement from mine eyes Wondring that from such a Creature Wisedome thus should come by nature And comprehend the best of things That from the well of Wisedome springs Yet if she be not such to me What care I how wise she be Shall I cast affection downe Because I see a woman browne Shall beauties changeling kill desire Or loathing quench out fancies fire Be she browne or blacke or foule or fronted like a broad eyde Owle Yet if she be not such to me What care I how foule she be Shall my heart with sorrow burst Because I sée a woman curst Or shall I grieue when I behold The picture of a pure scolde Be her tongue so truely euill That well might tire the very Deuill Yet if she be not such to me What care I how curst she be Shall a Womans tempting smile Accuse her for a Crocadile Or shall I trust a Wantons eyes That most dissembles when she cryes Be women made of euill wholly To draw us men to wanton fully Yet if they be not such to me What care I how ill they be Shall womens all-affecting feâ—tures Make me iudge them Angell creatures Shall I thinke them come from heauen To be an earthly blessing giuen Be good or bad or what you please The lesse we need them most at ease Be what they will if not for me I care not then what women be FINIS The Shepheards Pipe SLéep wayward thoughts rest you with my loue Let not my loue be with my loue dâ—â—â—sde â—ouch not proude hands lest you her anger mooue But pine you with my longings lang displeasde thus while she sléepes I sorrow for her sake so sléepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake But O the fate of these my restlesse feares The hidden anguish of my flesh desires The glories and the beauties that appeares Betwéene her browes néere Cupids closed â—ires thus while she sléepes moues sighing for thy sake so sléepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake My loue doth rage and yet my loue doth rest Feare in my loue and yet my loue secure Peace in my loue and yet my loue opprest Impatient yet of perfect temperature Sleepe dainty loue while I sigh for thy sake so sleepes my loue and yet my loue doth wake FINIS Coridons farewell to Phillis FArewell deare loue since thou will needs begon Mine eyes do shew my life is almost done nay I will neuer die so long as I can spye there be many moe though that she do go There be many moe I feare not Why then let her go I care not Farewell farewell since this I find is true I will not spend more time in wooing you but I will seek elsewhere if I may find loue them shall I bid her goe what and if I doe Shall I bid her go and spare not O no no no no no I dare not Ten thousand times farewell yet stay a while Sweet kisse we once sweet kisses time beguile I haue no power to moue how now am I in loue wilt thou needes be gone go then all is one Wilt thou â—eedes be gone Oh high thee Nay stay and do no more deny me Once more adieu I see loath to depart Bids oft adue to her that holds my heart but seeing I must loose thy loue which I did choose go thy wâ—y for me since that may not be Go thy wayes for me but whether Go oh but where I may come thither What shall I do my loue is now departed She is as faire as she is cruell hearted we would not be intreated with prayers oft repeated If she come no more shall I dye therefore If she come no more what care I Faith let her go or