Willobie His Avisa; With an Essay Towards Its Interpretation

Willobie His Avisa; With an Essay Towards Its Interpretation

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...I can supply that with my gold, Silkes Silke gownes and velvet shalt thou nave, With hoods and cauls, fit for thy head; Of goldsmithes worke a border brave, A chaine of golde ten double spread And all the rest shall answere this, My purse shall see that nothing misse. Two wayting maides, attendant still, Two serving men, foure geldings prest, Go where you list, ride where you will, No jealous thought shal me molest; Two hundreth pounds I doe intend, To give thee yearely for to spend, Of this I will assurance make, To some good friend, whom thou wilt chuse That this in trust from me shall take, While thou dost live, unto thy use; A thousand markes, to thee give I And all my Jewels when I die. This will I doe, what ever chance, lie shortly send, and fetch thee hence; Thy chiefest friends I will advance, And leave them cause of no offence, For all this fame, I onely crave But thy good will, that let me have. A modest maide is loth to say, In open words, she doth consent, Till gentle force doe breake the stay, Come on, mine owne, and be content, Possesse me of my loves desire, And let me tast that I require. Hand I-IAND off my Lord, this will not serve, Your wisdom wanders much awrie, From reasons rule thus farre to swarve, I le never yeeld, I le rather die, Except you leave and so depart, This knite shall sticke within your hart. Is this the love, your franticke fit Did so pretend in glosing shew? Are these your waies, is this your wit, To tice and force poore maidens so? You strive in vaine, by raging lust To gaine consent, or make me trust. For who can trust your flattering stile, Your painted words, your brave pretence, When you will strive, by trayned will To force consent to lewd offence, Then thus to yeeld by chaunted charmes, I le...
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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236573420
  • 9781236573421