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.

The Louer hoping assuredly of attaining his purpose, after long sute, begins to ioy renouncing dolors.

BE farre from mée you wofull woonted cries, Adue Dispaire, that madste my hart agries: Ye sobbing sighes farewel & pensiue plaint, Resigne your roomes to ioy, y^e long restraint Without desart endurde. Reiect those ruthfull Rymes y^u (quaking Quill) Which both declarde my wo and want of skill: (Mine eies) that long haue had my Loue in chase, With teares no more imbrue your Mystresse face But to your Springs retyre. And thou (my Hart) that long for lark of Grace Forepinde hast bene and in a doolefull case, Lament no more, let all such gripings go As bred thy bale, and nurst thy cankred wo With milke of mournefull Dug. To Venus doe your due (you Senses all) And to hir Sonne to whome you are in thrall: To Cupid bend thy knée and thankes repay That after lingred sute, and long delay Hath brought thy ship to shore.

Let crabbed Fortune now expresse hir might, And doe thy worst to mée thou stinging spite: My hart is well defenst against your force, For she hath vowde on mée to haue remorce Whome I haue looude so long. Henceforth exchaunge thy chéere and wofull voice That hast yfounde such matter to reioice: With mirrie quill and pen of pleasant plight Thy blisfull haps and fortune to endight Enforce thy barraine Skull.