All of Greene Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow, Sithe All of Greene Willow Shall by My Garland
Imbrace your Bayes sweetely, that smile in loue[s sight,]
And deck you with Lawrell, that dwell in delight:
To me most vnhappy, still spurnde by dispight,
Is giuen writhed Willows to expresse my state right.
Pursuing the Panther whose sweets doth abound,
A most cruell Viper my hard fate hath found:
Whose nature to Spyders I well may compare,
That mercylesse murders, whats caught in her snare.
The Lyon doth tender the beast that doth yeelde,
The Tyger seemes constant, once conquerd in fielde:
B ELLONA shewes fauour to Captiues that sue,
But V ENVS refuseth my dolors to rue.
How shall I to ease me vnburden my brest,
Of these pensiue passions that breeds my vnrest:
When speech wanteth powre, when voyce is vnprest,
And wyt wanteth cunning to compasse loues hest.
Yet what auayles words, where eares words doe flee,
Though words to the minde, true messengers bee?
Or what vayleth wyt, where wyll is vntowarde?
The sacrifice lost, where Saints be so frowarde.
And deck you with Lawrell, that dwell in delight:
To me most vnhappy, still spurnde by dispight,
Is giuen writhed Willows to expresse my state right.
Pursuing the Panther whose sweets doth abound,
A most cruell Viper my hard fate hath found:
Whose nature to Spyders I well may compare,
That mercylesse murders, whats caught in her snare.
The Lyon doth tender the beast that doth yeelde,
The Tyger seemes constant, once conquerd in fielde:
B ELLONA shewes fauour to Captiues that sue,
But V ENVS refuseth my dolors to rue.
How shall I to ease me vnburden my brest,
Of these pensiue passions that breeds my vnrest:
When speech wanteth powre, when voyce is vnprest,
And wyt wanteth cunning to compasse loues hest.
Yet what auayles words, where eares words doe flee,
Though words to the minde, true messengers bee?
Or what vayleth wyt, where wyll is vntowarde?
The sacrifice lost, where Saints be so frowarde.
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