was as for that tyme was fit A Posset swéete besprent with Spice for Iulia then they get She drinkes then to the Maydens all and byds them all adiew And sayth to them thus long I haue remaynd a Virgin trew But nowe farewell Virginitie the flowre of Vertues prayse God graunt you to be Virgins pure vntyll your Mariage dayes The Ladyes then from Chamber went and Charles dooth come to bed Where vsuall sportes frequented were tyll fancie waxed dead And when the force of Venus fire was quenched for a space These Loouers then to lose no time each other doo embrace To kissing then they kindly fall theyr mindes for to content But howe should I expresse theyr ioyes that lacke experiment Let it suffice what Nature wylde in such a kinde of case They bothe fulfilde and God hath wylde for man to treade that trace You Loouers that haue tryed lyke trickes with them you looued best May iudge by your forepassed ioyes they tooke but lytle rest As for my part I am but gréene my yéeres vnripe and rawe That neuer yet assayde the force of Cupids wanton lawe But let vs leaue these Loouers thus a myd theyr swéete delight That in the fruites of wedlocke bandes doo waste the wearie night The feast continewed long wherat men had no néede to fast But as each thing serues for a tyme so ende all thinges at last The feast being done the couenaunts made such bandes that tyme were framde As touching landes and Mariage goodes that néedes not héere be namde Let it suffise they had enough theyr state for to maintaine Which done Sir Gaulfride with his wife returned home againe Sir Charles then with his Sire in lawe dooth meane in Flint to dwell And resting thus with Iulia he lykes his tarying well He had not there soiorned long not past two monthes or more But that such heauy newes dyd come as made his hart full sore For Letters came his aged Sire was now departing lyfe And verie sicke his charge lay then to leaue his loouing wife Whome he alas had thought to sée when he came backe againe But Fortune gaue him his farewell which put them bothe to paine Beholde her false and flattering face that fléeres with fayned chéere Whose whyrling whéele dooth turne eache howre as now it may appéere My Muse alas dooth fayle me now my senses serue me not My quaking quyll in quiuering hand dooth make my pen to blot My teares dooth so bedew my style that I ne scarce can wright My staring haire vpon my head through feare dooth stand vpright Wherefore you furies me assist Alecto be mine ayde Maegaera grym and Tisiphon come helpe me nowe dismayde These wofull Letters being read then Charles dooth haste anone He posting rydes but ere he came his sorrowfull Sire was gone Who royally possest his graue with funerals most fit But Fortune nowe disposed was her poysoned spite to spit Charles dooth in Anglesie abyde in order to dispose His fathers goodes that lately dyed whereof the gréefes arose This Anglesie an Ilande is enuironde on each side With surging Seas an arme wherof from Wales dooth it deuide Whereto they goe in passage Boates that at the floods dooth ryse And Ferie men transport them ouer as Passengers lykewise Iulia mysliking that her Spowse dooth vse such long delay To Anglesie dooth meane to goe to knowe his cause of stay And also for to view the landes that there she dyd possesse Her comming thether was the cause of all her déepe distresse In purple Wagon she dooth ryde with all her comely rowe Vntyll she came vnto the flood that partes the Countries soe Then to a wherrie Boate she goes but marke what dyd ensew The waltring waues doo roughly ryse and boysterous tempestes blew The whyrling windes doo rayse the waues the floods in Boate doo flash And sturdy stormes of tempests straunge against theyr faces dash The Boate with sturdy stormes dooth stand in staggring state alas And neyther backe nor forward could from present perryll passe The waters styll encreasing thus the Boate was fylde to brim And Iulia then amyd her woes in washing waues dooth swim At last ouer laden with the weight of waters to the brinke The stely Iulia more the rueth in surging deepe dooth sinke The wofull wights that striue with waues on God for mercie call Theyr pitteous plaints and shriking cries dooth pearce the Ayre withall And Iulia whyle her Fardingale helde vp her carefull corse O Sauiour cryes on thy handmayde with mercie take remorse Lose me not whome thou hast redeemde with blood of thy deere hart O Charles take now my last farewell for now I must depart By this her cloathes being throwly wet dooth cause her carkase sinke Which makes my quaking hart to quayle when on her state I thinke The churlish Channell drownd her corpes whose Vertue aye dyd shine The losse of her lamentfull was that had the Seas for shrine Yea whome the floods on maynest Seas dyd suffer for to scape A broken braunche or arme thereof deuowres her seemely shape The ruethfull rumor of this chaunce was scattred héere and there When harmes begin they fall by heapes and came to Charles his eare Alas this chaunce might well be sparde for Charles already had A heauy hap the death of Sire which made his hart full sad When as he heard this ripe report he lost his senses quight In madding moode now héere now there he runnes with troubled spright If that I had ten thousand pennes I could not write his paine Which for the losse of his déere looue he dyd that tyme sustaine Whose churlish chaunce so chose by fate dooth washe my chéekes with teares That such a vertuous worthy wight should thus cut off his yeares But to be bréefe he foorthwith dooth a poysoned drinke prouide Of Hemlocke Henbaine and lyke hearbs none knewe but one beside Then two dayes thence with merry chéere he calles for Horse in haste And bade his fréendes and men to come to searche where she was cast With blowen Bealts with Boats Hooks with Drags and Ropes they goe To fishe for her whose lothed losse dyd bréede this wastlesse woe But Charles vnto a Barge ascendes and byds the Boates man tell Where as his Iulias corpes dyd sinke when surging waues dyd swell The Boate man sayd Sir Charles eueÌ„ héere your Iulias body sunke With that he drewe him foorth a glasse and vp this poyson drunke All they had thought howe that it was a drinke to swage his thurst They nought supposde the force thereof would make his bowels burst With that he suddenly dooth leape into the waters déepe That men might knowe his constant hart from daunger could not créepe And there he sinkes no helpe preuayles the fates decréede his tyme No dread he had thus fancie fonde procurde his sinfull cryme The cause wherefore he drunke this drinke was least that nature should Prouoke him for to saue him selfe by swimming as he could Or if the swéetnesse of his lyfe should make him faynt through feare And so he should prolong his dayes those bytter brunts to beare The Storie sayth that they were found embracing bothe togeather And nothing straunge who once were sau'd in spight of winde and weather And no great marueyle can it be sith they in life liu'de so As neyther Seas nor landes preuaylde to part each other fro This shewes as well the force of looue as dyd the enuious state Of Etocles and Polynices expresse the force of hate They bothe were buried in one Tumbe and had one solemne shrine Theyr Funerals dyd force the teares of many wéeping eyne And being closde within the vaulte bothe in one carefull caue This Epitathe which long remaynd was grauen on theyr graue In auncient Brittishe ryme it was with Letters all of golde That euery one that passed by might theyr estate beholde Vpon our Tumbe poure foorth your plaints you fréendes that passe this way And on our Graue beholde the state of our vnstedfast stay TWo faithfull harts of noble blood sometimes we did expresse Though destenies haue thus decreede our endes without redresse And though amyd our greenest yeeres where lyfe hath hyest power The heauâ—nly powers decreede by death our corpes for to deuowre And that our stedfast looue alas hath 〈◊〉 our owne decay Yet that our soules in heavâ—◠〈…〉 O Passengers doo 〈…〉 You Loouers that doo 〈…〉 ere you goe by vouâ—â—saue With lyfted handes and moysted teares to wet our freendly graue We haue been Loouers as you be you shall be as we are We now haue past the panges of looue you yet must suffer care If you doo looue we did the lyke and lyuing looued aye And now vnder this stone we lye closde vp in slymie claye Our pompe is past our pride is gone so is our vaine delight We are returnd to that we were and so must euery wight Our carefull mindes that could not rest are now extinct by dust And as we two are gone before so follow needes yeâ— must Remember therefore as you looue heereafter you shall lyue Take heede least to affection fonde your minde you wholy giue 〈…〉 in beauties beames 〈…〉 and clay And knowe that flesh at last shall vade and beauties flowre decay Let Vertue be your guide in all so shall you looue aright And fixe no fancie on the face wherein is vaine delight THis long continewed on theyr graue tyll tyme dyd it deface And so lykewise dyd tract of tyme theyr carefull graue disgrace I would all Loouers so to looue as Iulia and her Pheare Yet would I wishe them not to be so desperate as they were That Looue may haue that Looue requires excep't be sinne God sende And let all Loouers pray that Looue may haue a better ende ¶ Thus endeth the Tragicall historie of Charles and Iulia. 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néede This faynting feare that frayes thy heart denyes thou art a man And yet thy shape dooth shewe full well the arte that Nature can Vngyrde thy minde of inwarde gréefe let wisedome welde thy wyll Thy looue is thine doo not dismay and so shee shall be styll With that he starteth vp amazde releast of inwarde payne And hopte assuredly of helpe through this his vision vayne And beeing perfectly awakte he tooke his prime prospect Vnto the coast where shée was lodgd that dyd his heart protect O luckie Land O Flint quoth he thrise happy be the howre That I to fixe my féebel féete in thée dyd finde the powre Thou harborest her that hath my heart and shall tyll death agrée To shryne mée in my shyuering shéete what so betyde of mée With that a clowde of smoking sighes he sendes to her amayne To signifie her loyall looue dyd so procure his payne Then to his man he calles for Horse he hyes him home apace That he may wynne his Fathers Court ere Phoebus showe his face And by that tyme he had aspyrde vnto his hasted home Bright Lucifer the morning Star about the Skies dooth rome He wylles his man to make his bed whome he dooth chardge full straight Not to disclose his secrete walkes which was a thing of waight And there in bedde he dooth deuise where he a Préest may finde That may procure his wished wyll and ease his carefull minde At last supprest with sluggish sléepe he takes a nappe or twayne And then he starts from stately bed to cloathe him selfe agayne And ere he had him selfe addrest the Sunne dooth South declyne The clocke strykes twelue the boord is layd and it is dynner tyme. It were too long for to expresse the chaunge of costly cates For seru'de they were as dooth become the stay of noble States Let it suffise that they were set and into talke they fell Of this and that I knowe not what nor dyd not marke it well But well I wot Charles lyked not to heare theyr tedious talke For all that whyle his wandring wittes a thousande wayes dooth walke He sate so sadly in his dumpes with armes enclosde to breast That men might think some cause there was that bread his great vnrest His Father and his Mother bothe doo fixe theyr eyes on him They muzd what clowds had clipst his mirth or made his ioyes so dym And thus his Father gan to speake my Sonne I maruayle much What mooues thy minde to myrthlesse chéere or makes thy gestures such Hath lynkes of Looue by Cupids crafte inchaynde thy heart by chaunce Hath Venus vayne inuolu'de thy minde in her delyghts to daunce Hath fancie fettered thee so faste that thou canst not reioyce Then tell me who and what shée is whereon thou makste thy choyce His Mother eke whose tender care was ouer him not small Desyres him tell what chyppe of chaunce by sorie happe dooth fall That ere the wound be waxen stale shee may a salue prepare To heale the harmes that holdes his heart and for to cure his care Theyr woordes doo much amaze his minde the blood dooth stayne his face A signe of séemely shamefastnesse and token of good grace And thus to them with reuerence due he dooth replye agayne My Parentes bothe you gesse amysse your iudgementes are but vayne No shiuering shafte of Cupids crafte nor force of Fancies fume Hath any force to crushe my coarse my pleasures to consume I coumpt but vyle of Venus vaunts her beauty is but blacke It cannot dym my christall sight nor pluck my pleasures backe I haue my health I thanke the Heauens with cares ne am I clad My minde is stuft with inwarde myrth although I seeme so sad And then he throwes a forced smyle to dryue their mindes from dout Least they might else surmyse the trueth which made him séeme so stout By that they thus had spent the tyme the dynner came to ende All ryse with course of courtesie with shortnesse to extende The Lordes and Ladyes doo delyght at Chesse to spende the tyme And some reuolue the auncient bookes was writ in Brittish ryme Some Dice some Carde some Hunt some Hawke as best content their minde And euery one to passe the tyme some pleasaunt play doo finde But Charles enchaynd by thrystles thoughts the day in care consumes And wisheth Nox for to approch that sléepe may ease his sumes Which béeing come his former woes withholdes his eyes from rest He turnes and tosseth too and fro to ease his carefull brest At last Aurora lendes her lyght and Titan dooth display His gladsome beames to each mans eyes that couets for the day Syr Charles that longed for the lyght from carefull couch dooth ryse And then howe he might finde a Préest he dooth all meanes deuyse By happe it came into his minde of one whome he dyd knowe Which was his fréende and vnto whome he straight for helpe dyd goe Requesting him to yeelde supplie for to releeue his case Because in him dyd onely rest his hope of wished grace Protesting then if he would graunt to comfort him in neede He would requight his great good wyll with fruites of treble méede In you quoth he remaynes my helpe and lengthning of my lyfe And you alone can ease my gréefe and stint my inwarde stryfe Wherefore as I may rest your fréend in after tyme to come So lende reléefe to ayde my lacke then shall you heare the some The Préest replyed with reuerence dew good Syr what lyes in me My lyfe and death is ready prest at your commaund to be If I may pleasure you in ought expresse the same with speede And héere I vowe in what I can I wyll support your néede And if it doo concerne such things as must be needes conceald Though death should daūger me with doubt it shall not be reueald Wherefore detract no longer tyme heere is bothe heart and hand In weale or woe I wyll not sticke your helper for to stand Charles lyked well his faythfull heart and thought him selfe thryse blest That Fortune stoode so much his fréend to graunt him wished rest With thousand thankes for his good wyll which he had not deseru'de Protesting then his kindnesse great his lothed lyfe preseru'de Wherefore quoth he with lystning eare attende vnto my tale So shalt thou heare my lyngering ioyes which bréedes my bytter bale It was my lot to lyght in place where Ladyes dyd resort Amongst the which I spyed out one of most surpassing port Whome Natures arte so finely framde with such excelling glée As would intrappe the stoutest heart her featured forme to sée The shyning shape that Venus shewde on toppe of Ida Mount Was nothing to her Princely port of whome I make account In whome such vertue dooth remayne to matche her heauenly face As makes me iudge shée dooth excell Pandora for her grace Whose seemely showe with manners milde when I had marked well Withdrewe the fréedome of my minde to bondage straight I fell The
repent her gréefes which she for him dyd take But to be bréefe within this Towne was kept a Monasterie Where were a sort of nusled Nunnes that lyu'de there solemnlie Wherein by sute she dooth obtayne a Vestal Uirgins trade And there Religiously to lyue tyll vitall breath dyd vade But now my wearied pen must passe from Iulias lyfe a whyle Who in Albania solie lyues to Charles Ile frame my stile Who by this tyme recouered health and left his sicklie bead And heard not yet of Iulias chaunce that thought him to be dead Nowe he pretendes to lincke with her his former vowe to saue Prouiding him such néedefull thinges as his affayres dooth craue And sent foorthwith a Messenger his fréende the Préest to pray To come to him as promise was who came without delay They onely two theyr voyage framde this Mariage knot to tye Which they before by solemne oath had sworne but secretly Charles rode on towards Flint apace and thought him selfe well blest That tyme was come for him to match with her he lyked best The néerer vnto Flint he came the greater was his ioye But when as he was thether come he felt as great annoye He déemde this tyme would make amends for all his former woes But it dyd more encrease his cares then pen can well disclose When he was come to Wynefrides Church where as he longde to bée He lyghted downe where he was wont his Lady for to sée There dooth he meane for to abyde tyll Phoebus lost his lyght And that his sister Phoebe shynde who rules the clowdy night Then dooth he meane to send for her to finishe vp the oath That each of them to others made by former plighted troth He lytle thought that she was gone to leade a Nunlyke lyfe Or that in Albanie she was whome he should take to wife But as he walked in the yarde with countenaunce full glad One comes and dooth declare the chaunce his dolefull Iulia had And howe she layde the Chest at shore and closde her selfe therein And howe her death was sore bewaylde not onely by her kin But also by all those that dwelt within the course of Flint Whose looue of all to her was such theyr plaints they could not slint And how the flowing waters did orewhelme her Chest in Seas Whose body drenched so in floods dooth Parentes gréefe increase You Loouers that vnto your Dames are faithfull iust and true May note what sorrowes touched Charles and made his heart to rue The frosen sound of which colde wordes dyd sterue his heauy hart Whose trickling teares dyd stay his tongue for to expresse his smart His present hue bothe wan and pale declard his inward gréefe His ruddy collour now is gone he hopes of no reléefe His hollowe eyes and staring lookes his sighes and sobs extréeme Are witnesse of his wofull state as dyd full plainly séeme All myrth and pleasure now is gone conuerted soone to paine And where before he wisht to lyue now dooth he lyfe disdaine Now déepe dispayre hath wun the place where hope before was fixt Affections lewde and fancies fonde amyd his thoughts are mixt In desperate wise he runnes about deuising euery way How he might ease his corpes of cares that thus in strife dooth stay One whyle he meanes to run to shore to pearce his tender hart Where as his Iulia shipping tooke from Flint for to depart An other whyle he thought in Church his owne decay to frame Where he at first infected was with Cupids firie flame Againe he thought to drowne him selfe within the salt Sea flood Whereas his Iulia cast her selfe when on the shore she stood That by that meanes his carkase might be buried in that graue Which she in stéede of Marble stone had chosen for her caue Or if the waters had by force cast vp her corpes on sande He thought that Fortune would conduct him to that plot of lande Thus tossed long with diuers thoughts these fancies passe away Then he beginnes to curse his lettes that dyd his promise stay He bannes his sicknesse which was cause of all his care and gréefe And wisheth medcines had bene bane which lent him late reléefe He cryes on fates that haue prolongd his lucklesse lyne of lyfe And dooth desire his twiste to cut by dyrefull caruing knife But when the force of furies rage by fancies flaming fire Was quighte extinct and reasons rule had coolde his hote desire With wisedome then he wisely wayes his former fancies past And is decréede to stay bis minde by reasons rayne at last This way to leade a wandring lyfe the faithfull youth can chuse In forrayne landes to waste his dayes and mourne these noysome newes But chaunge of place cannot transforme nor alter any minde Though ayre and soyle he doo exchaunge his greefe dooth stay by kinde He thought if in his countrey he should longer tyme abyde The freshe remembraunce of his looue from him would neuer slyde And that by traueyling long he should shake from his troubled minde These cutting cares and ceaselesse gréefes which destenies assignde And being thus determined to take his vnknown flight He dooth returne vnto the Préest that lodgde at Inne that night There vnto him he telles his case and howe he dooth pretend For to forsake his countrey straight with Father and each fréend And that he wyll no more returne tyll Fortune send some chaunce To banish all his present cares and passed ioyes t'aduaunce The Presbiter with good aduise dooth counsayle him againe His fancies fonde and raging thoughts by reason to refraine Perswading him that though he chaunge his countrey and his kin His minde shall maske in matelesse mone his sorrowes wyll not lin And sayth good Sir leaue of your playnts let wisedome guide your wyll And let not youthfull fancies fonde oppresse dame Reasons skyll Knowe this that sorrow hurtfull is to them that take the same And nought auayles them that be dead but is to men great shame Your mourning can not call the dead to former state of lyfe Nor all the teares that you can shed cannot redeeme your wife Your peregrines your sighes and sobs your trauayle and your paine May not reduce your Iulia vnto her lyfe againe You shew therefore great want of wit as euery man may see That doo so vainly goe about to wyll that may not bée You knowe what destenies decrée we must of force obay And what the fates ordayne to yéelde with wylling minde alway Consider that a wise man ought with patient minde to beare What so the Princely powers decrée and neyther hope nor feare In vaine he séekes that goes about against the Heauens to striue Wherefore with reason rule your minde for Ladies are a lyue That are as comely as she was to whome you lent your looue Whose fauour you may eke obtaine if you your minde remooue Though Fortune now haue causd your losse in breeding of your care Yet tarying tyme she wyll againe your former ioyes repayre For as
the pleasures that she lendes doo not continue sure Euen so the trouble that she sendes can not alwayes endure Though she with frowning frosen face doo lowre on you a whyle Yet dooth her fauour come as fast when as she lyst to smyle A wise man in the mydst of cares with wit him selfe dooth arme So that no stormes of sturdy strife can ought procure his harme For as the Poet Homer faynes that Aten barefoote goes She can not touch no harde thing sure but lyghtly treades on those That armed are with constancie and patiently abide Each sturdy storme that Fortune sendes at euerie tyme and tyde Whereby is meant calamitie whereof she Goddesse is Can not bereaue a wise mans heart from quiet patient blisse But such as are of simple minde effemynate and base Whose tender hearts can not abyde Dame Fortunes hye disgrace Wherefore good Sir content your selfe with reason rule your minde Embrace Dame Patience in your breast so shall you comfort finde Bestowe your looue within your stronde where are such store of Dames As you may largely take your choyse and so quight quench your flames Consider if you doo forsake your Parents and your fréends And goe into a place vnknown then all your pleasures endes Ne dare I backe returne againe for feare of future happe Your Parents bothe wyll wayle your losse wherefore preuent the trappe That may intangle them in gréefe and shorten not theyr dayes That haue bene carefull for your lyfe in all your passed wayes Wherefore I craue abolish wyll let wisedome you retayne Let Prudence eke by due foresight preuent all future payne And take my counsayle in good part that wylles you to be wise Nor let no gréefes nor sorrowes past your presents thought supprise When he had spent such wordes as these Sir Charles dyd straight replie You haue but wasted thus much winde I lyke it not perdie Not all the world can me perswade my Iulia to forget So stedfastly vpon her looue my constant heart is set I can not blot out of my minde her fréendship and good wyll Which hytherto I haue retaynd and so I wyll doo styll Her feature I doo styll beholde within my carefull minde Though she by death departed is and I am left behinde Yet whyle I liue her monument within my minde shall rest Which was her true and trusty hart within her constant brest Should I goe séeke to lyue in myrth or yet to haue mine ease And she to lodge among the waues in mydst of surging Seas No no no daungers shall preuayle to make my heart to shrinke Although it were in honest wise in saltishe Seas to sinke I would vpon my selfe reuenge her death were yet no shame But that the lawe of God and man dooth quite forbyd the same Yet doo I hope as Fortune brought me to bestowe good wyll So wyll she send some kinde of meanes by chaunce my lyfe to spyll But as the peryls of the Seas She dyd for me long take Euen so the daungers of the lande Ile suffer for her sake She reft of lyfe dooth ryde on waues that héere and there dooth raunge And I in wandring sort wyll passe through Countries farre and straunge No daungers shall affright my minde yea were it for to passe Euen downe to hell for her swéete sake where Orpheus sometyme was Therefore leaue off your wastfull wordes for what I haue decréede My purpose is not to delay but put in proofe with spéede When as the Préest perceiued him his follyes to pursue And that he could not him perswade he dooth his rashnesse rue And gan him selfe for to debate if he should backe retyre His Parents would suspect that he theyr sonnes death dyd conspyre He therefore thought it better way then to reuert againe To goe with him though of his gréefes he tooke some part of paine And thus being bothe determined not backwarde to returne Sir Charles laments his looue the Préest his Countries losse dooth mourne But Charles God knowes had tryple cause for to lament in minde Who lost his looue and left bothe kin and Countreyes sight behinde When they had ended all theyr plaints to Couche apace they hyde Where soking sorrowes for to sléepe them vtterly denyde Yet Nox by course dooth run her race theyr cares thoe dyd not cease But as the night dyd waxe away euen so theyr gréefes increase When Lucifer Dame Venus starre dooth glister in the Skie In Easterne coast denoting plaine that Titans spowse is nie These woefull mates arose foorthwith from out theyr restlesse bed And to the Ile that Brittons callde Ile Mona bothe they fled Where they lyke faithfull fréends doo lyue but yet in mornefull wise As Orestes and Pilades whose sorrowes books comprise Thus Charles styll tost with crushing cares which vext his secrete hart To wayle his wastlesse woes oft tymes would drawe him selfe a part And to the Sunne would thus complaine O Titan it may bee That thou this tyme by farre reacht lookes my Iulias corpes doost sée I would thou hadst such vttering woords as thou hast shining beames Then wouldst thou shew if now her bardge doo floote on striuing streames Or if the same on shore be cast by meanes of tossing tyde O that thou would expresse to me where Iulia dooth abyde Where so her coarse dooth rest I would what daunger so befell Remayne with her if thou to me her byding place wouldst tell But sith thou want'st the vse of spéeche to bring me to her sight Yet for my sake bestowe on her then wont a fréendlyer light When obscure clowdes doo dym thy beames and darke thy shining rayes Let not her corpes yet want thy lyght that in the Seas decayes Thus vnto Fowles to Trées and Beasts and stones he would complaine As though they wit and senses had his meaning to retaine The lande of Ladies bréed his gréefe and Musicke causde his mone Theyr sugred words myrthes siluer tunes in gréefe would make him grone The Préest also laments his lot as he alone dooth trace And often to his Countries soyle his staring eyes would gaze He wisheth styll her carkase there where as his hart dooth rest Such troubled thoughts he carries aye within his beating brest But fewe affection fonde can tame or Cupids force withstande For greefe and looue are voyde of rest bothe bound in sorrowes bande If body might flie where the minde is oftentimes retaind Full many would not vse that place where else they are constraind Thus though they vse t'acquaint themselues with states and of the best Yet could no pleasures purchase place within their carefull brest Incessaunt cares thus pyning them redoubling daylie woes They thought to seek theyr deaths foorthwith amyd theyr blooddy foes They gin therefore t'enquire for warres Where often death is found Afore the tyme where bloody blowes in boysterous sort abound That vsing feates of manly Mars they may cut of theyr care And rather shorten vp theyr lyues then lyue styll in dispayre When Lady Ver