Tixall Poetry.
149
You are not faire if love you lacke,
Ingratitude makes all things blacke.
Ingratitude makes all things blacke.
O doe not for a flocke of sheepe,
Or golden showers, when, as you sleepe,
For all those dreames ambition tels,
Forsake the place where honor dwels;
In Damons palace youll nere shine
Soe bright, as in these armes of mine.
Or golden showers, when, as you sleepe,
For all those dreames ambition tels,
Forsake the place where honor dwels;
In Damons palace youll nere shine
Soe bright, as in these armes of mine.
XXXIII.
To Daphne.
Give ore, foolish hart, and make hast to dispaire,
For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy praier;
When I plead for thy passion, thy paines to prolong,
She courts her guittar, and replies with a song.
Noe more shall Amintas such beauty adore,
Were the Gods soe unkind, men would worship noe more.
For Daphne regards not thy vowes nor thy praier;
When I plead for thy passion, thy paines to prolong,
She courts her guittar, and replies with a song.
Noe more shall Amintas such beauty adore,
Were the Gods soe unkind, men would worship noe more.
