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The wauering louer willeth,
and dreadeth, to moue
his desire. +
S Uch vain thought, as wonted to mislead me In desert hope by well assured mone, Makes me from company to liue alone, In folowing her whom reason bids me flee. (5) And after her my hart would faine begone: But armed sighes my way do stop anone. Twixt hope and dread locking my libertie. So fleeth she by gentle crueltie. Yet as I gesse vnder disdainfull brow (10) One beame of ruth is in her cloudy looke: which comfortes the minde, that erst for feare shooke. That bolded straight the way then seke I how To vtter forth the smart I bide within: But such it is, I not how to begin.
The louer hauing dreamed enioying
of his loue, complaineth that
the dreame is not either
longer or truer. +
V Nstable dreame according to the place, +Be stedfast ones, or els at least be true. By tasted swetenesse, make me not to rewThe soden losse of thy false fained grace. (5) By good respect in such a daungerous case Thou broughtest not her into these tossing seas, But madest my sprite to liue my care tencrease, My body in tempest her delight timbrace, The body dead, the sprite had his desire. (10) Painlesse was thone, the other in delight. Why then alas did it not kepe it right, But thus returne to leape into the fire: And where it was at wish, could not remaine? Such mockes of dreames do turne to deadly paine.