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.

In praise of Ladie P.

P. Séemes of Venus stock to bée for beauties comely grace, A Grysell for hir grauitie, a Helen for hir face: A second Pallas for hir Wit, a Goddesse rare in sight: A Dian for hir daintinesse, shée is so chaste a Wight. Doe vew hir Corse with curious eie, eche lim from top to toe, And you shall say I tell but truth that doe extoll hir so. The Head as chiefe that stands aloft and ouer looketh all,

With wisedome is so fully fraught as Pallas there did ••all. Two Eares th••…••… ••ust no trifling tales nor credit b〈…〉〈…〉rute: Yet such againe as readie are to heare the humbles sute. Hir Eies are such as will not gaze on things not worthy sight, And where she ought to cast a looke she will not winke in spight. The golden graines that gréedie guestes from forraine Countries bring, Ne shining Phoebus glittring beames that on his Godhead spring: No auncient Amber had in price of Roman Matrons olde, May be comparde with splendant hatres that passe the Venys Golde. Hir Nose adorns hir countnance so in middle iustly plaste, As it at no time will permit hir beautie be defaste. Hir Mouth so small hir Téeth so white as any Whale his bone, Hir lips without so liuely red that passe the Corall stone. What neede I to describe hir Chéekes? hir Chin? or else hir Pap?

For they are all as though the ••ose lodge in the Lillies lap What should I stand vpon the rest or other parts depaint: As little Hand with Fingers long? my wits are all to faint. Yet this I say in hir behalfe if Helen were hir léeke, Sir Paris néede not to disdaine hir through the Seas to séeke: Nor Menelaus was vnwise or Troupe of Troians mad, When he with them, and they with him, for hir such combat had. Leanders labour was not lost that swam the surging Seas, If Hero were of such a hue whome so he sought to please. And if Admetus Darling déere were of so fresh a face, Though Phoebus kept Admetus flock it may not him disgrace. Nor mightie Mauors waye the floutes and laughing of the rest, If such a one were shée with whome he lay in Vulcans Nest. If Bryseis beautie were so braue, Achylles néedes no blame

Who left the Campe and fled the field for loosing such a Dame. If shée in Ida had bene séene with Pallas and the rest, I doubt where Paris would haue chose Dame Venus for the best, Or if Pygmalion had but tane a glimse of such a face, He would not then his Idoll dumme so feruently imbrace. But what shall néede so many wordes in things that are so plaine? I say but that I doubt where Kinde can make the like againe.