see: F.Pilkington: No.XVIII
see: Th. Campion: No.XVIII
see: R.Iones: Ultimum Vale, No.IV
Sinke downe proude thoughts,
Some can flatter, some can faine,
Sweet restraine these, Showers of kindnesse,
If streames of teares, could lessen extreame griefe,
Sweet sweet let me goe,
He that hath no mistresse,
Sweet Cupid ripen her desire,
Vaine is all this worlds contention,
Beauty sate bathing by a Spring,
Now would chowre hong'd, zis but thou most ma wrong.
Thinke you to seduce me so with words.
Shall a frowne or angry eye,
Whoope doe me noe harme good-man.
see: R.Iones: Ultimum Vale, No.II
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