1584.]
And you my fellowes once,
pray vnto Ioue that I
May haue releef, for this my grief,
and speedie remedie.
¶And that he shield you euerichone,
from Beauties luring looks:
Whose baite hath brought me to my baine,
and caught me from my Books:
Wherefore, for you, my praier shall be,
to send you better grace,
That modestie with honestie,
may guide your youthfull race.
Finis quod Thomas Richardson, sometime Student in Cambridge.
¶The scoffe of a Ladie, as pretie as may be,
to a yong man that went a wooing:
He went stil about her, and yet he went without her,
because he was so long a dooing.
Ttend thee, go play thee,
Sweet loue I am busie:
my silk and twist is not yet spun:
My Ladie will blame me,
If that she send for me,
and find my worke to be vndun:
How then?
How shall I be set me?
To say loue did let me?
Fie no, it will not fit me,
It were no scuse for me.
[It were no scuse for me.]
¶If loue were attained,
My ioies were vnfained,
my seame and silke wil take no hold:
Oft haue I beene warned,
By others proofe learned:
hote wanton loue soone waxeth cold,
