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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To a yong Gentleman of ta∣king a Wyfe.
LOng you with greedie minde to leade a lyfe,
That pleasaunt is in déede, and voyde of care▪
I neuer wishe you then to take a Wyfe
Nor set your foote in craftie Cupids snare.
A filthie Trull is yrkesome too the eie,
A gallant girle allures the lookers minde:
A wanton wench will haue the head too die,
An aged Trot to lyke is hard to finde.
A bearing Wyfe with brats will cloy thée sore,
A greater carcke than childrens care is none,
A barraine beast will greeue thée ten times more,
No ioy remaines when hope of fruite is gone.
Wherefore let wyuing go, lyue single aye,
Apply the Booke and bande the Ball among:
A shrew (we sée) is wedded in a day
But ere a man can shift his handes tys long.