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[XIII]
CONSTANT LOVE IN ALL CONDITIONS
Now doeth disdainfull Saturne sadd and olde
With ycie bearde enjoye his frosen raigne
His hoarie haires and snowie mantle colde
Ou'rcovers hills and everie pleasant plaine
Whiles deaz'd with frost, whiles droun'd with rapping raine 5
Doe beasts and birds bewaile there carefull cace,
With longsume lookes in houpe to see againe
Sweete favoured Flora showe her aimeled face.
With ycie bearde enjoye his frosen raigne
His hoarie haires and snowie mantle colde
Ou'rcovers hills and everie pleasant plaine
Whiles deaz'd with frost, whiles droun'd with rapping raine 5
Doe beasts and birds bewaile there carefull cace,
With longsume lookes in houpe to see againe
Sweete favoured Flora showe her aimeled face.
And looke how long they are in this estate,
This dolent season so there courage dants 10
That now no Cupide with his golden bate
Darr make there harts his harbour where he hants
Bot rather deade as are the trees and plants,
There spirits of life must hide them at the hart
Wherethrough there kindlie courage daylie scants 15
Whill mounting Phœbus makes them to revert.
This dolent season so there courage dants 10
That now no Cupide with his golden bate
Darr make there harts his harbour where he hants
Bot rather deade as are the trees and plants,
There spirits of life must hide them at the hart
Wherethrough there kindlie courage daylie scants 15
Whill mounting Phœbus makes them to revert.
And shall I then like birde or beast forgett
For anie stormes that threatning heaven can send
That object sweete, wheron my hart is sett
Whome for to serve my senses all I bend 20
My inward flame with colde it dothe contend
The more it burnes, the more restrain'd it be
No winters frost, nor sommers heate can end
Or staye the course of constant love in me.
For anie stormes that threatning heaven can send
That object sweete, wheron my hart is sett
Whome for to serve my senses all I bend 20
My inward flame with colde it dothe contend
The more it burnes, the more restrain'd it be
No winters frost, nor sommers heate can end
Or staye the course of constant love in me.
[XIV]
A DIER AT HER M:TIES DESYER:[1]—
If mourning might amend my harde unhappie cace
Or if complaining coulde appease Dame Fortunes frowning face
Or if complaining coulde appease Dame Fortunes frowning face
- ↑ Orig., A Dier on her Matie. The change in the title is made by Carey. Printed in Rait, with the supplied title, If Mourning micht Amende.
