For it is said by men expert 3 But yet, alas! that look, all soul, That I do claim of right to have, Should not, methink- -go seek the school, 4 And my suspect is without blame; But other mo have deem'd the same; But subtle look of reckless eye 5 But I your friend shall take it thus, Whether the stroke did stick or glance; But 'scuse who can let him advance Dissembled looks, but for my part, My eye must still betray my heart. 6 And of this grief ye shall be quit, In helping Truth steadfast to go. The time is long that Truth doth sit Feeble and weak, and suff'reth woe; Cherish him well, continue so; Let him not fro' your heart astart; Then fears not the eye to show the heart. 1'Witsave:' vouchsafe. THE LOVER COMPLAINETH THAT FAITH MAY NOT AVAIL WITHOUT THE FAVOUR OF 1 IF Fancy1 would favour, 2 But if I cannot attain The grace that I desire, 3 Fancy doth know how To further my true heart; 4 But Fancy is so frail And flitting still so fast, 5 For Fancy at his lust, Doth rule all but by guess; 6 Yet gladly would I please That may me only ease And cure my careful smart. 1 Fancy:' Love. 7 Therefore, my lady dear, To make some hope appear, 8 For if he be my friend, If he continue so. 9 Else Fancy doth not right; To have you day and night, THAT TOO MUCH CONFIDENCE SOMETIMES DISAPPOINTETH HOPE. 1 My hope, alas! hath me abused, And vain rejoicing hath me fed: Lust and joy have me refused, And careful plaint is in their stead; Too much advancing slack'd my speed, Mirth hath caus'd my heaviness, And I remain all comfortless. 2 Whereto did I assure my thought Without displeasure steadfastly; In Fortune's forge my joy was wrought, And is revolted readily. I am mistaken wonderly; For I thought not but faithfulness; 3 In gladsome cheer I did delight, Till that delight did cause my smart, 4 Sometime delight did tune my song, And led my heart full pleasantly; And to myself I said among, 5 Then if my note now do vary, And leave his wonted pleasantness; THE LOVER BEMOANETH HIS UNHAPPINESS THAT HE CANNOT OBTAIN GRACE, YET CANNOT CEASE LOVING. 1 ALL heavy minds Do seek to ease their charge; To let at large. 2 Then why should I Hold pain within my heart, 3 My faithful lute Alone shall hear me plain, For else all other suit, Is clean in vain. 4 For where I sue Redress of all my grief; 5- Alas! my dear, Have I deserved so? That no help may appear 6 Whom speak I to, Unkind, and deaf of ear! Alas! lo! I go, And wot not where. 7 Where is my thought? Where wanders my desire? Where may the thing be sought That I require? 8 Light in the wind Doth flee all my delight; Where truth and faithful mind Are put to flight. |