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An English Garner (4 of 8)

An English Garner (4 of 8)

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An English Garner (4 of 8) by Various

Chapter 1 No.1

Come, my Muse! If thou disdain!

All my comforts are bereft me!

No delight doth now remain;

I, nor friend, nor flock have left me.

They are scattered on the plain.

Men, alas, are too severe,

And make scoffs at lovers' fortunes.

Women, hearted like the bear;

That regards not who importunes,

But doth all in pieces tear.

If I should my sorrows shew

Unto rivers, springs, or fountains;

They are senseless to my woe:

So are groves, and rocks, and mountains.

Then, O, whither shall I go?

Means of harbour, me to shield

From despair; ah, know you any?

For no city, grange, nor field,

Though they lend content to many,

Unto me, can comfort yield.

I have kept, and sighèd too,

For Compassion to make trial;

Yea, done all that words can do,

Yet have nothing but denial.

What way is there, then, to woo?

Shall I swear, protest, and vow?

So have I done, most extremely!

Should I die? I know not how!

For from all attempts unseemly,

Love and Virtue keep me now.

I have heard that Time prevails;

But I fear me, 'tis a fable.

Time, and all Endeavour fails!

To bear more, my heart's unable;

Yet none careth what it ails!

Lines to some, have op'ed the door

And got entrance for Affection.

Words well spoken, much implore,

By the Gestures' good direction:

But a Look doth ten times more!

'Tis the Eye that only reads

To the heart, Love's deepest Lectures!

By a moving Look, it pleads

More than common Sense conjectures,

And a way to Pity leads.

This I knowing, did observe;

Both by Words and Looks complaining:

Yet, for Pity I may starve!

There's no hope of my obtaining,

Till I better can deserve.

Yea, and he that thinks to win

By Desert, may be deceivèd!

For they who have worthiest bin,

Of their right, have been bereavèd;

And a groom admitted in.

Wherefore, Muse! to thee I call!

Thou, since nothing else avails me,

Must redeem me from my thrall!

If thy sweet enchantment fails me;

Then, adieu Love, Life, and all!

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1 Chapter 1 No.1
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2 Chapter 2 No.2
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3 Chapter 3 No.3
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4 Chapter 4 No.4
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