❧ The pangs of Love and lovers fttes.  

WAs not good King Solomon  
Ravished in sundry wise  
with every lively Paragon  
That glistered before his eyes  
If this be true as true it was  
Lady lady.  
why should not I serve you alas  
My dear lady.   

When Paris was enamoured  
with Helena dame beauties pear  
whom Venus first him promised  
To venture on and not to fear  
what sturdy storms endured he  
Lady lady  
To win her love ere it would be  
My dear lady.   

Know ye not how Troilus  
Languished and lost his joy  
with fits and fevers marvelous  
For Cresseda that dwelled in Troy  
Till pity planted in her breast  
lady lady.  
To sleep with him & grant him rest  
My dear lady.   

I read sometime how venturous  
Leander was his love to please  
who swam the waters perilous  
Of Abidon those surging seize  
To come to her where as she lay  
lady lady.  
Till he was drowned by the way  
my dear lady.   

what say ye then to Priamus  
That promised his love to meet  
And found by fortune marvelous  
A bloody cloth before his feet  
For Tysbies' sake himself he slew  
lady lady  
To prove that he was a lover true  
my dear lady.   

when Hercules for Eronie  
murdered a monster fell  
He put himself in jeopardy  
Perilous as the stories tell  
Reske wing her upon the shore  
lady lady.  
which else by lot had died therefore  
my dear lady.   

An axaretis beautiful  
when Iphis did behold and see  
with sighs and sobbings pitiful  
That Paragon long wooed he  
And when he could not win her so  
Lady lady  
He went and hung himself for woe  
My dear lady.   

Besides these matters marvelous  
Good Lady yet I can tell the more  
The Gods have been full amorous  
As jupiter by learned lore  
who changed his shape as fame hath spread  
lady lady.  
To come to Alcmena's bed.  
My dear lady.   

And if beauty breed such blissfulness  
Enamouring both God and man  
Good Lady let no wilfulness  
Exuperate your beauty then  
To slay the hearts that yield & crave  
lady lady  
The grant of your goodwill to have  
My dear lady.   
Finis.  ꝙ W. C.  

Imprinted at London in Smithfeld in the parish of Saint barthelmew's Hospital by Richard Lant.  
An. Dni. M. D. lix. xxij. Mar: