Tixall Poetry/A New Remonstrance to His Malignant Mistresse
A New Remonstrance
to
His Malignant Mistresse.
Since Beauty's such a tyrant growne In thee, I'l now discover,What grievances can ne'ere be borne By any freeborne lover.
Nor is my hart rebellious growne: Since thou art still betrayingThe trust and power of Beauty's throne, It finds no more obaying.
My loves benevolence, I say, Though deue was freely given; Without a parlament, I'l pay No subsidy to Heaven.
A routed faith, a plundred love, And a sequestred deuty,Are taxe and impost good enough For thy delinquent beauty.
Call not my harts free homage, scant Allegiance pay'd unto thee,Least it engage, and covenant, New fealtys to undoe thee.
Revoake not back the lyfe you give, I'l die no doating martyr,But question thy prerogative, If thou repeale my charter.
Strive not thy Babell towre to build, Or arme gainst loves free citty;Scorne's high commission-court may yeeld To freedomes grand committy.
Tempt not with thy new minion's pride My love to wrath abetted;Felton had not a knife more tryed, Nor Pymme a toung more whetted.
Nor thinke thy force, or thy deceipt, Of art or arme can out me:Love has his Ferfaxes to beat, And Crumwells too to rowt thee.