To his louing friend M. Holder, M. of Arts. Clime O hart, clime to thy rest, Climing yet take heed of falling, Climers oft euen at their best, Catch loue, downe falth, hart appaling. 2 Mounting yet if she do call, And desire to know thy arrant : Feare not stay, and tell her all, Falling shee will be thy warrant. 3 Rise, oh rise, but rising tell, When her beautie brauely wins thee, T'sore vp where that she doth dwell, Downe againe thy basenesse brings thee. 4 If she aske what makes thee loue her, Say her vertue, not her face : For though beauty doth approue her, Mildnesse giues her greater grace. 5 Rise then rise if she bid rise, Rising say thou risest for her : Fall if she do thee dispise, Falling still do thou adore her. 6 If thy plaint do pittie gaine, Loue and liue to her honor : If thy seruice she disdaine, Dying yet complaine not on her.
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