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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15487	Willobie his Auisa. Or the true picture of a modest maid, and of a chast and constant wife In hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer hereto fore published. Read the preface to the reader before you enter farther.	Dorrell, Hadrian.; Willoughby, Henry, 1574?-1596?, attributed name.	1594 (1594)	STC 25755; ESTC S101317	53,586	140

wicked lust no sinne we thinke O blind conceites O filthy breath That drawes vs headlong to our death If death be due to euery sinne How can I then be too precise Where pleasures end if paine beginne What neede haue we then to be wise They weaue indeed the web of woe That from the Lord doe yeeld to goe I will remember whence I came I hunt not for this worldly praise I long to keepe a blamelesse fame And constant hart gainst hard assaies If this be folly want of skill I will remaine thus foolish still The blindfold rage of Heathen Queenes Or rather queanes that know not God Gods heauie iudgements tried since And felt the waight of angry rod God saue me from that Sodomes crie Whose deadly sting shall neuer die CANT VI. NOB. FOrgiue me wench I did mistake I little thought that you could preach All worldly ioyes you must forsake For so your great Diuines doe teach But yet beware be not too bold A yongling Saint a Deuill old Well wanton well thou art but yong This is the error of thy youth Thou wilt repent this faith ere long And see too late perhaps the truth And they that seeme so pure at first Are often found in proofe the worst Thy youth and beautie will not last For sicknes one the other age May captiue take when both are past You may haue leasure to be sage The time will come if these retire The worst will scorne that I desire Of chast renowme you seeke the praise You build your hope aboue the ayre When wonders last not twentie daies What need you rusticke rumors feare Esteeme not words aboue thy wealth Which must procure thy credits health And yet in truth I can not see From whence such great discredit growes To liue in spight of euery eye And swim in silkes and brauest shewes To take the choise of daintiest meate And see thy betters stand and waite These graue respects breede pleasures braue Thy youthly yeares for ioyes craue And fading credit hath his waue That none to thee doth shine so braue That smokie fame which likes thee best The wisest haue esteemed least CANT VII AVISA WEll now I see why Christ commends To louing mates the Serpents wit That stops his eares and so defends His hart from luring sounds vnfit If you your madnes still bewraye I'le stop my eares or goe my way Vlisses wise yet dar'd not stay The tising sound of Syrens song What fancie then doth me betray That thinke my selfe so wise and strong That dare to heare what you dare speake And hope for strength when you beweake My wisdome is the liuing Lord That giues me grace which nature wants That holds my seate from waies abhord And in my hart good motions plants With him I dare to bide the field Striue while you list I can not yeeld Fond fauour failes the time will passe All earthly pleasures haue their end We see not that which sometime was Nor that which future times will send You say the truth remember this And then confesse you stray amisse The shorter time the greater care Are pleasures vaine the lesse delight Are daungers nye why then beware From base affections take your flight Thinke God a reckning will require And striue to quaile this bad desire To swim in silkes and braue aray Is that you thinke which women loue That leads poore maides so oft astray That are not garded from aboue But this I know that know not all Such wicked pride will haue a fall CANT VIII NOB. ALas the feare alas the fall And what's the fall that you so feare To tosse good fortunes golden ball And gaine the goale I prize so deare I doubt least these your needlesse feares Will bar good hap from witlesse yeares Thy age experience wants I see And lacking tryall art afraid Least ventring farre to credit me Our secret dealings might be wrayd What then doth not my mightie name Suffice to sheeld thy fact from shame Who dares to stirre who dares to speake Who dares our dealings to reproue Though some suspect yet none will creake Or once controll thy worthy loue My might will stand for thy defence And quite thee cleare from great offence Who sees our face knowes not our facts Though we our sport in secret vse Thy cheekes will not bewray thy acts But rather blushing make excuse If thou wilt yeeld here is my faith I'le keepe it secret till thy death To seeme as chast let that suffice Although indeed thou be not so Thus deale our women that are wise And let thy godly Doctors go Still faine as though thou godly art It is inough who knowes thy hart Let not the idle vulgar voice Of fained credit witch thee so To force thee leaue this happie choise And flying pleasure liue in woe If thou refuse assure thy mind The like of this shalt neuer find CANT IX AVISA LEt that word stand let that be true I doe refuse and so doe still God shield me from your cursed crew That thus are led by beastly will It grieues my hart that I doe find In Noble bloud so base a mind On worldly feare you thinke I stand Or fame that may my shame resound No Sir I feare his mightie hand That will both you and me confound His feare it is that makes me stay My wandring steps from wicked way Who dares say you our facts vnfold Eu'n he that can mightie Kings tame And he that Princes hath controld He dares prouide a mightie shame What fence haue you for to withstand His firie plagues and heuie hand Though Samson queld the Lyons rage Though Solomon a mightie King Yet when to sinne their harts they gage On both doth God confusion bring How can you then his wrath auoid That you and yours be not destroid He sees our facts he viewes our deeds Although we sinne in secret place A guiltie conscience alwaies bleeds My faults will shew vpon my face My cheekes will blush when I doe sin Let all men know when I begin To seeme as chast and not to be To beare a shew and yet to faine Is this the loue you beare to me To damne my soule in lasting paine If this the best you haue to say Pray giue me leaue to goe my way CANT X. NOB. WEll then I see you haue decreed And this decree must light on mee Vnhappie Lillie loues a weed That giues no sent that yeelds no glee Thou art the first I euer tride Shall I at first be thus denide My haplesse hap fell much awrie To fix my fancies prime delight In haggard Hauke that mounts so hie That checkes the lure and Fawkners sight But sore you hie or flie you low Stoupe needs you must before you goe Your modest speech is not amisse Your maidens blush becomes you well Now will I see how sweete you kisse And so my purpose farder tell Your coye lookes and trickes are vaine I will no nay and that is plaine Thou must

vaine My sleepie Muse that wakes but now Nor now had wak't if one had slept To vertues praise hath past her vow To paint the Rose which grace hath kept Of sweetest Rose that still doth spring Of vertues birde my Muse must sing The birde that doth resemble right The Turtles faith in constant loue The faith that first her promise plight No change nor chance could once remoue This haue I tri'd This dare I trust And sing the truth I will I must Afflicted Susans spotlesse thought Intis't by lust to sinfull crime To lasting fame her name hath brought Whose praise incounters endlesse time I sing of one whose beauties warre For trials passe Susanna's farre The wandring Greekes renowmed mate That still withstoode such hote assayes Of raging lust whose doubtfull state Sought strong refuge from strange delayes For fierce assaults and tryals rare With this my Nimph may not compare Hote tryals try where Golde be pure The Diamond daunts the sharpest edge Light chaffe fierce flames may not indure All quickly leape the lowly hedge The obiect of my Muse hath past Both force and flame yet stands she fast Though Egle-eyde this bird appeare Not blusht at beames of Phoebus raies Though Faulkcon wing'd to pearce the aire Whose high-pla'st hart no feare dismaies Yet sprang she not from Egles nest But Turtle-bred loues Turtle best At wester side of Albions Ile Where Austine pitcht his Monkish tent Where Sheapheards sing where Muses smile The graces met with one consent To frame each one in sundry parte Some cunning worke to shew their arte First Venus fram'd a luring eye A sweete aspect and comly grace There did the Rose and Lillie lie That brauely deckt a smiling face Here Cupids mother bent her wil In this to shew her vtmost skill Then Pallas gaue a reaching head With deepe conceites and passing wit A setled mind not fancie-led Abhorring Cupids frantique fit With modest lookes and blushing cheekes A filed tongue which none mislikes Diana deckt the remnant partes With fewture braue that nothing lacke A quiuer full of pearcing Darts She gaue her hanging at her backe And in her hand a Golden shaft To conquer Cupids creeping craft This done they come to take the view Of nouell worke of perelesse frame Amongst them three contention grew But yet Diana gaue the name Auisa shall she called be The chiefe attendant still on me When Iuno view'd her luring grace Olde Iuno blusht to see a new She fear'd least Ioue would like this face And so perhaps might play vntrew They all admir'd so sweete a sight They all enuide so rare a wight When Iuno came to giue her wealth Which wanting beautie wants her life She cryde this face needes not my pelffe Great riches sow the seedes of strife I doubt not some Olympian power Will fill her lap with Golden shower This iealous Iuno faintly said As halfe misdeeming wanton Ioue But chast Diana tooke the maide Such new-bred qualmes quite to remoue O iealous enuie filthie beast For enuie Iuno gaue her least In lew of Iun'os Golden parte Diana gaue her double grace A chast desire a constant heart Disdaine of loue in fawning face A face and eye that should intice A smile that should deceiue the wise A sober tongue that should allure And draw great numbers to the fielde A flintie hart that should indure All fierce assaults and neuer yeelde And seeming oft as though she would Yet fardest off when that she should Can filthy sinke yeelde holsome aire Or vertue from a vice proceede Can enuious hart or iealous feare Repell the things that are decreed By enuie though she lost her thrift She got by grace a better gift Not farre from thence there lyes a vale A rosie vale in pleasant plaine The Nimphes frequent this happie dale Olde Helicon reuiues againe Here Muses sing here Satyres play Here mirth resounds both night and day At East of this a Castle stands By auncient sheepheards built of olde And lately was in sheepheards hands Though now by brothers bought and solde At west side springs a Christall well There doth this chast Auisa dwell And there she dwels in publique eye Shut vp from none that list to see She answeres all that list to try Both high and low of each degree But few that come but feele her dart And try her well ere they depart They try'd her hard in hope to gaine Her milde behauiour breeds their hope Their hope assures them to obtaine Till hauing runne their witlesse scope They find their vice by vertue crost Their foolish words and labour lost This strange effect that all should craue Yet none obtaine their wrong desire A secret gift that nature gaue To feele the frost amidst the fire Blame not this Dians Nimphe too much Sith God by nature made her such Let all the graces now be glad That fram'd a grace that past them all Let Iuno be no longer sad Her wanton Ioue hath had a fall Ten yeares haue tryde this constant dame And yet she holds a spotles fame Along this plaine there lyes a downe Where sheepheards feed their frisking flocke Her Sire the Maior of the towne A louely shout of auncient stocke Full twentie yeares she liued a maide And neuer was by man betrayde At length by Iuno's great request Diana loth yet gaue her leaue Of flowring yeares to spend the rest In wed-locke band but yet receiue Quod she this gift Thou virgin pure Chast wife in wed-locke shalt indure O happie man that shall enioy A blessing of so rare a price That frees the hart from such annoy As often doth torment the wise A louing wife vnto her death With full assurance of her faith When flying fame began to tell How beauties wonder was returnd From countrie hils in towne to dwell With special gifts and grace adornd Of sutors store there might you see And some were men of high degree But wisdom wild her chuse her mate If that she lou'd a happy life That might be equall to her state To crop the sprigges of future strife Where rich in grace wher sound in health Most men do wed but for the wealth Though iealous Iuno had denyde This happy wench great store of pelffe Yet is she now in wedlocke tyde To one that loues her as himselfe So thus they liue and thus they loue And God doth blesse them from aboue This rare seene bird this Phoenix sage Yeelds matter to my drowsie pen The mirror of this sinneful age That giues vs beasts in shapes of men Such beasts as still continue sinne Where age doth leaue there youths begin Our English soile to Sodoms sinke Excessiue sinne transformd of late Of foule deceite the lothsome linke Hath worne all faith cleane out of date The greatest sinnes mongst greatest sort Are counted now but for a sport Old Asues grandame is restor'd Her grouie Caues are new refinde The monster Idoll is ador'd By lustie dames of Macha's kinde They may

THough you refuse to come or send Yet this I send though I do stay Vnto these lynes some credit lend And marke it well what they shall say They cannot hurt then reade them all They do but shew their maisters fall Though you disdaine to shew remorce You were the first and onely wight Whose fawning features did inforce My will to runne beyond my might In femall face such force we see To captiue them that erst were free Your onely word was then a law Vnto my mynd if I did sinne Forgiue this sinne but then I saw My bane or blisse did first beginne See what my fancy coulde haue donne Your loue at first if I had wonne All fortune flat I had defyde To choice and change defyance sent No frowning fates could haue denyde My loues pursute willing bent This was my mynd if I had found Your loue as myne but halfe so sound Then had I bad the hellish rout To frounce aloft their wrinckled front And cursed haggs that are so stout I boldly would haue bid auaunt Let earth and ayre haue fround their fill So I had wrought my wished will Noraging storme nor whirling blast My setled heart could haue annoyd No sky with thundering cloudes orecast Had hurt if you I had enioyd Now hope is past loe you may see How euery toy tormenteth mee Chi cerca troua CANT LXX H. W. WIth oken planckes to plane the waues What Neptunes rage could I haue fear'd To quell the gulfe that rudely raues What perill could haue once appear'd But now that I am left alone Bare thoughts enforce my hart to grone With thee to passe the chamfered groundes What force or feare could me restraine With thee to chase the Scillan houndes Me thinkes it were a pleasant paine This was my thought this is my loue Which none but death can yet remoue It then behoues my fainting sprite To lofty skyes returne againe Sith onely death bringes me delite Which louing liue in curelesse paine VVhat hap to strangers is assind If knowne frendes doo such fauour find How often haue my frendly mates My louing errours laught to scorne How oft for thee found I debates VVhich now I wish had beene forborne But this more would I haue donne If I thy fauour could haue wonne I saw your gardens passing syne VVith pleasant flowers lately dect With Couslops and with Eglentine When wofull Woodbyne lyes reiect Yet these in weedes and briars meet Although they seeme to smell so sweet The dainty Daysy brauely springes And cheesest honour seemes to get I enuy not such frendly thinges But blesse the hand that these haue set Yet let the Hysope haue his place That doth deserue a speciall grace Viui Chi vince CANT LXXI H. W. BVt now farewell your selfe shall see An odd exchange of frends in tyme you may perhappes then wish for mee And waile too late this cruell cryme Yea wish your selfe perhaps beshrewd That you to me such rigor shewd I cannot force you for to like Where cruell fancy doth rebell I must some other fortune seeke But where or how I cannot tell And yet I doubt where you shall find In all your life so sure a friend Of pleasant dayes the date is donne My carcase pyneth in conceat The lyne of lyfe his race hath runne Expecting sound of deathes retreat Yet would I liue to loue thee still And do thee good against thy will How can I loue how can I liue Whil'st that my hart hath lost his hope Dispaire abandons sweet reliefe My loue and life haue lost their scope Yet would I liue thy feature to behold Yet would I loue if I might be so bold My griefe is greene and neuer springes My sorrowe full of deadly sap Sweet death remoue these bitter thinges Giue end to hard and cruell hap Yet would I liue if I might see My life or limmes might pleasure thee Farewell that sweet and pleasant walke The witnesse of my faith and wo That oft hath heard our frendly talke And giu'n me leaue my griefe to show O pleasant path where I could see No crosse at all but onely shee Il fine fa il tutto CANT LXXII H. W. LIke silly Bat that loues the darke And seldome brookes the wished light Obscurely so I seeke the marke That aye doth vanish from my sight Yet shall she say I died her frend Though by disdaine she sought mine end Faine would I cease and hold my tong But loue and sorrow set me on Needes must I plaine of spitefull wrong Sith hope and health will both be gon When branch from inward rind is fled The barke doth wish the body dead If euer man were borne to woe I am the man you know it well My chiefest friend my greatest foe And heauen become my heauie hell This do I feele this do I find But who can loose that God will bind For since the day O dismall day I first beheld that smiling face My fancie made her choice straight way And bad all other loues giue place Yea since I saw thy louely sight I frize and frie twixt ioye and spight Where fond suspect doth keepe the gate There trust is chased from the dore Then faith and truth will come too late Where falshod will admit no more Then naked faith and loue must yeeld For lacke offence and flie the feeld Then easier were it for to chuse To crale against the craggie hill Then sutes then sighs then words to vse To change a froward womans will Then othes and vowes are allin vaine And truth a toye where fancies raigne Ama Chi ti ama CANT LXXIII H. W. MY tongue my hand my ready hart That spake that felt that freely thought My loue thy limbes my inward smart Haue all performed what they ought These all do loue you yet and shall And when I change let vengeance fall Shall I repent I euer saw That face that so can frowne on mee How can I wish when fancies draw Mine eies to wish and looke for thee Then though you do denie my right Yet bar me not from wished sight And yet I craue I know not what Perchance my presence breeds your paine And if I were perswaded that I would in absence still remaine You shall not feele the smallest griefe Although it were to saue my life Ah woe is me the case so stands That sencelesse papers plead my wo They can not weepe nor wring their hands But say perhaps that I did so And though these lines for mercie craue Who can on papers pittie haue O that my griefes my sighs my teares Might plainely muster in your vew Then paine not pen then faith not feares Should vouch my vowes and writings trew This wishing shewes a wofull want Of that which you by right should grant Now fare thou well whose wel-fare brings Such lothsome feare and ill to me Yet heere thy friend this farwell sings Though heauie word a farwell be Against all hope if I hope still Blame