Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

To a Gentlewoman from whome he tooke a Ring.

WHat néedes this frowning face? what meanes your looke so coye? Is all this for a Ring, a trifle and a toye?

What though I rest your Ring? I tooke it not to kéepe: Therefore you néede the lesse in such dispite to wéepe. For Cupid shall be iudge and Vmpire in this case, Or who by hap shall next approche into this place. You tooke from mée my hart, I caught from you a Ring: Whose is the greatest losse? where ought the griefe to spring? Kéepe you as well my hart, as I will kéepe your Ring, And you shall iudge at last that you haue lost nothing. For if a Friendly hart so stuft with staide looue, In value doe not passe the Ring you may reprooue The reauing of the same, and I of force must say That I deserude the blame who tooke your Ring away. But what if you doe wreake your malice on my hart? Then giue mée leaue to thinke you guiltie for your part.

And when so ere I yeelde to you your Ring againe, Restore me vp my hart that now you put to paine. For so we both be pleasde, to say we may be bolde That neyther to the losse of vs hath bought or solde.