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.

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Title: 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.
Author: Turberville, George, 1540?-1610?
Publication: [London] :: Anno Domini. 1567. Imprinted at London, by Henry Denham,; [1567]
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Of the choise of his Va∣lentine.
WIth others I to choose a Valentine
Addrest my selfe: Ech had his dearest friend
In Scrole ywrit, among the reast was mine.
Sée now the luck by lot that Chaunce doth send
To Cupids crewe, marke Fortune how it falls,
And mark how Ven{us} Imps are Fortūs thralls.
The Papers were in couert kept from sight,
In hope I went to note what hap would fall:
I choze, but on my Friend I could not light,
(Such was the Goddesse wil that wildes the Ball)
But sée good luck, although I mist the same,
I hapt on one that bare my Ladies name.
Vnegall though their beauties were to looke,
Remembrance yet of hir well feauturde fare
So often séene, thereby my Senses tooke,
Vnhappie though shee were not then in place:
Long you to learne what name my Ladie hight?
Account from V. to. A. and spell aright.