E C Esquire

On
Tellus
bosome spring two fragrant flowers,
The milkwhite Lilly, and the blushing Rose,
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In tedious volumes I doe not intend
To write my woes, my woes by loue procured,
Nor by my infant muse implore the end
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Thy image is plaine porturde in my thought,
Thy constant minde is written in my heart,
Thy seemely grace and pleasing speech haue wrought
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Emaricdulf
my Orphan muses mother,
Pure map of vertue, Honors onely daughter:
Bright gemme of bewtie, fayre aboue all other,
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Image of honour, Vertues first borne childe,
Natures faire painted stage, Fames brightest face,
Syren that neuer with thy tongue beguild,
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O Faith, thou sacred Phoenix of this age,
Into another world from hence exiled
Diuorc'd from honor by vnheedfull rage,
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When I behould heauens all behoulding starres,
I doe compare them to my woes and smart,
Causde by the many wounds and mightie scarres
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O lust of sacred loue the foule corrupter,
Vsurper of her heauenly dignitie,
Follies first childe, good councels interrupter
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My thoughts ascending the hie house of fame,
Found in records of vertuous monuments
A map of honours in a noble frame,
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Some bewties make a god of flatterie,
And scorne
Eliziums
eternall types,
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When first the rage of loue assail'd my hart,
And towards my thoughts his fiery forces bent:
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Homage to loue, dutie to thee my deare,
Deare mistris of my thoughts, Queene of my ioy:
Then my lifes gratious planet bright appeare,
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Why doe I pleade for mercie vnto thee,
When from offence my life & soule are cleere?
For in my heart I neere offended thee,
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My forlorne muse that neuer trode the path
That leades to top of hie Pierion mount,
Nor neuer washt within the liuesome bath
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A Wight was clad most Foster-like in greene,
With loyal horne and hunting pole in hand:
Whose chanting houds were heard in woods & seene
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Nature (
Emaricdulf
) did greatly fauour,
When first her pourtrait she began to pencill,
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Within her haire
Venus
and
Cupid
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I will perseuer euer for to loue thee,
O cease diuinest sweetnes to disdaine mee:
Albeit my loues true types can neuer moue thee,
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Emaricdulf
thou grace to euery grace,
Thou perfect life of my vnperfect liuing:
My thoughts sole heaue, my harts sweet resting place,
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Bvt stay conceit where he best likt to loue,
Yea better he if better best might bee:
The Rider thought the best of better proue,
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