1584.
¶Wherefore of such (good Ladie now)
wisely beware,
Least flinging fancies in their brow,
do breed you care:
And at the first giue them the checke,
Least they at last giue you the geck,
And scornfully disdaine ye then,
In faith there are such kind of men.
¶But I am none of those indeed,
beleeue me now:
I am your man if you me need,
I make a vow:
To serue you without doublenesse:
With feruent heart my owne mistresse,
Demaund me, commaund me,
what please ye, and whan,
I wil be stil readie, as I am true man.
A new Sonet of Pyramus and Thisbie.
To the, Downe right Squier.
Ou Dames (I say) that climbe the mount
of Helicon,
Come on with me, and giue account,
what hath been don:
Come tell the chaunce ye Muses all,
and dolefull newes,
Which on these Louers did befall,
which I accuse.
In Babilon not long agone,
a noble Prince did dwell:
whose daughter bright dimd ech ones sight,
so farre she did excel.
¶An other Lord of high renowne,
who had a sonne:
And dwelling there within the towne,
