Important RTC
1 Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes
Beene to me
ayding, others to adorne:
Whom ye thought
worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That even the
greatest did not greatly scorne
To heare theyr
names sung in your simple layes,
But joyed in
theyr prayse
2 Now lay
those sorrowfull complaints aside,
And having all
your heads with girland crownd,
Helpe me mine
owne loves prayses to resound,
Ne let the same
of any be envide:
So Orpheus did
for his owne bride,
So I unto my
selfe alone will sing,
The woods shall
to me answer and my Eccho ring
3 Bring
with you all the Nymphes that you can heare
Both of the
rivers and the forrests greene:
And of the sea
that neighbours to her neare,
Al with gay
girlands goodly wel beseene.
And let them
also with them bring in hand
Another gay
girland
4 Wake,
now my love, awake; for it is time,
The Rosy Morne
long since left Tithones bed,
All ready to
her silver coche to clyme,
And Phoebus
gins to shew his glorious hed.
Hark how the
cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies
And carroll of
loves praise.
5 Like as a ship, that
through the ocean wide,
By conduct of some star,
doth make her way,
Whenas a storm hath dimmed her trusty guide,
Out of her course doth wander far astray:
So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray
Me to direct, with clouds is overcast,
Do wander now, in darkness and dismay,
6 Like
as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game
from him escap'd away,
Sits down to
rest him in some shady place,
With panting
hounds beguiled of their prey:
So after long
pursuit and vain assay
7 Exceeding sweet, yet voyd
of sinfull vice,
That many sought yet
none could ever taste,
sweet fruit of pleasure
brought from paradice
By love himselfe and in
his garden plaste.
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