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A Madrigale to wanton Louers.
YOu that by Alcidalions siluer brookes
Sit and sigh out the passions of your loues,
That on your Goddesse beauties feede your lookes,
And pamper vp sweete Venus wanton Doues,
That seeke to sit by Cupids scorching fire,
And dally in the fountaines of desire.
You that accompt no heauen like Venus spheare,
That thinke each dimple in your Mistresse chin
Earths paradice, that deeme her golden haire
Tresses of blisse wherein to wander in:
That sigh and court suppliant all to proue,
Cupid is God, and theres no heauen but Loue.
Come see the worke that Greene hath s••ilie wrought,
Take but his Nunquam sera in your view,
As in a myrrour there is deeply taught
The wanton vices of prowd fancies crew,
There is depainted by most curious art,
How loue and follie iumpe in euery part.
There may you see repentance all in blacke,
Scourging the forward passions of fond youth,
How fad••ng pleasures end in dismall wracke,
How louers ioyes are tempred all with ruth,
Sith then his Nunquam sera yeeldes such gaines,
Reade it, and thanke the Author for his paines.