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Beawtie dishonoured vvritten vnder the title of Shores wife Chascun se plaist ou il se trouue mieux.
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Chute, Anthony, d. 1595?
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1593
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she seemes to say it She sits and heares euen passionatly attentiue How better fortunes ioy the happie wed When in a sodaine thought hartely pensiue She castes her eyes vp and she shakes her head VVhilst many thoughtes concurring all in one Makes her greeu'd soule yeeld forth a deadly groane Loe so vnited to a discontent Departed from my selfe to liue t'vnkindnesse Too soone my ill-bestow'd youth did repent My parentes auarice and desaster blindnesse That could not see the loathing that is bred In discordiarring of an vnkind bed And what is worse ô this is interdicting The fellow ioyings of a true met loue More then her owne ill this is still inflicting Which neuer did the willing bridgroome proue That loues but one and gaynes such good thereby He's lou'd againe and so doth liue and dye But soone had Sutor eyes with priuie looke Noted the loathing that I bare vnto him And mou'd by this they quickly vndertooke Or shame or some dishonorable Acte to doe him And that this might better performed be They seem'd to mallice him and pittie me As song the Syrens to the wandring knight Th'illusiue stanzaes of their charming song Pleasing th'Attentiue eare with sweet delight But hatefull Actors of intended wrong So sweetly song they songs of loue to me They seem'd or Syrens or more sweet to be For looke how in a solitarie guise The virgine querester of the listning night Chantes her sweet descant in a flattering wise Togayne her litle freedome if she might And sings the sweeter by how much the more She mindes the libertie she had before So when imprison'd in precise constrainte Myne eye kept watch and my brow tyrannised Those that their free enlargement did awayte In arguing pratle sweetly subtelised And as their passion did increase in feare It pleasd so much the more my straunger eare And so much more as doth the churlish riche Keepe gold the safer as the culler's pure So much the more my bewtie did bewich Them to continuance as they were more sure And these I knew so well to entertaine They would not leaue loue to be free agayne For liueth that Philosophie precise Whom documentes haue quyte strain'd from this Liueth that ancient old and aged wise Whom yeares haue knowne to make to hate their blisse Then blame not yeouth if want only he wooes Since doting old and bookewise cannot choese Nor let my bewtie be impeacht with this That I was woman like though Angell fayre For him doth puretie fortunately blisse That is not blemisht with some blacke impayre For this we see almost in things deuine T'is quickly stayned is the purest fine Neuer did flocke to old Vlisses Queene In wearie absence of her straying knight Neuer more woers in her court were seene Although perhaps more worthie persons might Then there were Sutors still importun'd me For I presume I was as fayre as she Nor could my seeming true to him I chose Giue answere to their often suites renuing My fained loue to this fayn'd hate to those Could be no obstacle to their euer suing And I not knowing quaintly to disdaine them Through want of Arte was forst to intertaine them When oft intreaties breeding emulation In the corriuall thoughts of fellow louers Wrought quyte chang'd being and straunge alteration As oftner vowes their constancie discouers For that will issue to her full perfection Hath grounded being by the mindes affection Then equall in my thoughtes making compare T'wixte old forlorne and personally young I quickly saw th' Abuse my bewtie bare And my harts greefe sat fresh vpon my toung When noting this my hart began to cry And I exclaim'd against a doting eye What Sympathie of loue quoth I can be Twixte crooked old and excellently fayre Discording yeares will euer disagree As different age to graue doth make repayre And this to old men proper still doth proue To sigh they are so old they cannot loue Such one was he rest my youth of her blisse He could no more of loue his dayes were don Crookt old and cold his yeares deny'd him this And therefore greeu'd he had so soone begun ôist not greefe that age should so defame The reuerent title of so graue a name But how can I how can all woemen brooke this Decrepit yeares from pleasure should restrayne them Ner liu'd they happie day that vndertooke this But of their fortune after did complaine them For what is dotage that we should affect it Or moody age that women should respect it Old quyte for lorne and ouerworne with yeares He makes an infant humour of his age And in his lined browes dotage appeares A witlesse babie in a louing rage And such a humour in his sences rayne And being old he's made a child agayne He calls his Kate and she must come and kisse him Doting his madded loue vpon her face Hee thinckes her smile hath where withall to blisse him Thus franticques his loue to the fayres disgrace Which not withstood she dares not say him no ô ist not pittie bewtie's vsed so But do not therefore blame the tripping fayre For euen the fayrest hath her imperfection Let not precise respect the lighter way her For euen the mayden seeming hath affection And now a dayes the chast deuout will show loue That hauing learn'd they may the better know loue Let th' ancient doting therefore be precise The quicke ey'd young will haue a time to wincke it Outward apparance can deceaue his eyes And she play wanton when he doth not thincke it For this as sure as selfe truth shall insue If age be ielious youth must be vntrue Suggesting feare shall make the newly wed Be false because she feares she is suspected And feare by Arte to fayning shalbe led To double closly with the false affected For what is their arm'de fortune better noting Then double Act t'expresse their priuie doting So may his mariage bed a loue bewray Is fayning true and fearefully rebellious Whom after age in time to come shall say Is doting old and cold and foolish ielious And let this title from his name n'er sunder He's loues head monster and his armed wonder But leauing this an ordinarie shame To that graue being of a reuerent age Whose ag'de graue decensie it doth defame With madding matter of an idle rage As made her monster by her childish follie Is reuerent old and honorable whollie Of oft intreating sutors I will say Whose often vowes tempt me to further sin And hoping time my frayltie might bewray They vse all art to teach me to begin Yet though I lou'de not him that I had chose I knew not how to candescend to those But hence grew hate for now I grew admired And by degrees begun to learne to sin Then when I saw I was so much desired I seem'd transform'd as I had neuer bin And selfe opinion wrought so strong effect As now I grew to leaue all chast respect For chastitie by wyles grew to be cold My modest bewtie gan to alter
BEAWTIE dishonoured vvritten VNDER THE TITLE OF SHORES WIFE Chascun se plaist ou il se trouue mieux LONDON Imprinted by Iohn Wolfe 1593. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL SIR EDVVARD Winckfield Knight SYR since such is the industrious nature of our owne Poetes as though Italie sleepes in the charme of a sweet Hierusaleme and France waxes proud in the weeke labours of her toyling-mused Bartas the first as conceiptiuely Allegoricall as the other is labour some significant yet our owne clyme challendging vnto her selfe hardly a second esteeme to the first and hauing produced such witty so happy conceiptes as wandering in the secresie of some passionate Elegies blush at their owne apparance How might I be esteemed guiltie of myne owne disgrace that daring to make myselfe priuie to the knowledge thereof should not sticke to argue my selfe improuidēt in not bequeathing to silence the first inuention of my beginning Muse not first to the last nor better to the worst of many that conceiuyng lower opinion of their owne merite then the merite might thincke worthely due vnto herselfe remaine content with that prayse which in her guist inuieth the pure excellencie of the deseruer But young conceiptes as they are young are withall seeking increase of them selues and therefore choose what they hold most aunswerable to such desires And will lesse stand on desiring pardon after offence then be carefull at all not to haue offended Wherein if I note myne owne fault I craue that pardon which those will not denie that respect the nature of confession And therefore humbly desiring your selfe would be pleased to hold excuse to be as great an Argumēt of your own honorable disposition as it might be esteemed a passing stayne to myne infant labours I wish as many worthy applauses may attend your owne sweet inuentions as the worthinesse of them selues deserue and I haue euer desired Your worships most bounden A. C. SHORES WIFE SIgh sad musde accents of my funerall verse In lamentable grones wrought from true pietie Sing you the wept song on her wronged hearce Is gratefull obsequie to her mortall deitie Sighe ô sing Actuallie the bewtie pained With bewties wonder honorablie stained Bleed pen in blacke teares dombe yet pittie mouing The weeping Elegies to the worthiest faire Weepe pen in warme bloud to the world approuing How faire how good how deare old age did way her Bleed teares weepe bloud pen sing sighe on her hearce Her gratefull obsequies in a funerall verse Carelesse so sleepe our Loethe drincking eyes In present bewties deemd deuinely rare Neglecting th' Ancient wonder time did pryse For such a trophie as had no compare That now she seems as if she had bin neuer Whom euen eternitie said should liue for euer The high-musde period of the storie reader Wondring or warre or matter causing terror Omits her fortune to her fates arreader Precisly censuring bewtie by her error So she that euen the fairest she surmounted Now of the fairest is the fowlest counted So variablie diuers in her willing When vulgar rumor feedes on base suspect Impeaching ielousie the best worth ylling Augments the matter of the least defect And bad suggestions secretly inuected Giue vild dishonour to the thing suspected For whilst not priuiledgd from monster fame The bewtie of the not so faire inuyed Lyes subiect to dishonorable name With hate and emulous surmises eyed We finde it dayly true amongst the best He's most inuyed most exceeds the rest Hence haps her fortune to be yld so much Whom fourth king Edward excellently prised And hence it haps because there was none such Shores wife most faire the most fowle is surmised And hence it haps that dead to all disdaine her Her wronged ghost suruyueth to complaine her Who whilst she liud the subiect of impietie Ground of a thousand voyces disagreeing The matter of vnhollowed fames varietie Which from her good hap had vnworthie being Euen on her dying bed deuinely sorrie Pensiue in hart she weepes forth thus her storie But when backe flying from her paled cheeke Bash full Aurora did recall her red And white-lockte Hyems on her face did seeke His Iuorie mantle doubting she were dead When red fled white white red and both had left her And wan apparance of her faire had reft her When sincking downe weaknesse dissolud her eyes From vitall spirites Actuallie mouing To waterish heauinesse dimd in drooping wise In slow neglecting lookes their end approuing And with their often opening toward heauen Seemd of their vertue and their powre bereauen When through her oft and soft expyring breath That still reentring mou'd her panting breast She seem'd with euery sigh to draw in death That willing gaspes held her eternall rest Then when her head heauie did leane awry Seeming euen then she could not doe but dye First teares deuining speech denouncing passion That meete in greatnesse of their seuerall motions Fall from her eyes in that vnwilling fashion Argued her hartes greefe and her greefes commotions Teares the harts dombe pleas words with greefe restrained Like loath departing pearles her eyes downe rayned Then through transparance of the white was left her Freshly peeres secret glorie of her bloud When euen that death of life that would haue reft her With feare and reuerence amazed stood Doubting though at the last gaspe she did lye A bewtie so deuine could neuer dye When teares the mother issue of greefes restraint bound in the greatnesse of their owne condition Passiue in Action had performd complaint In seene not heard plea of her harts contrition When eyes were dim when panting she lay wan Teares hauing playd their part her toung began Ah whence shall I quoth she she wept agayne Opening her eyes opening her handes to heauen Produce the storie of my liues remayne My life of hap I of my life bereauen Or why should I vnto the world complaine me If all the world for my mishap disdayne me Then where from siluer streamed Isis lying Sylent in Swans and quyet in her brookes Forsaken Thames into her selfe backe flying With muddie countnance and vnwilling lookes As discontent doth make her sad resorte As farre as now decayeng Caesars forte There recordes witnesse of mine education And vulgar Parentes of a meane degree To whom my dying day hath iust relation Yet was this meane a happie meane to me That liuing fayrest farre aboue the best Haplesse in life in death I might be blest But madding thoughtes ambitious of promotions Nurst in suspect of ages alteration As swolne with furie of the mindes commotions Deemes all things doubtfull breedes not contentation And this did discontent their mindes did guide me That being young there were too many eyde me For looke how matter admirably rare Drawes musing thoughts to studdying contemplation And time not hable to produce compare Confermes the wonder with more admiration So and such was my bewties quaint compare Wonder it selfe did make me more then rare Yet humble honorable chast and deuine True looking pure and bashfully