Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Title: Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
Author: Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
Publication: Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],; 1600.
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Subject terms: English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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Affection.

Affection is a coale that must be coolde, Else suffered, it will set the heart on fire, The fire hath bounds, but deepe desire hath none. ƲƲ. Shakespeare.

Affection by the countenance is descri'de, The light of hidden fier it selfe discouers, And loue that is conceal'd, betraies poore Louers. Th. Marlowe.

—Most wretched man, That to affections doth the bridle lend, In their beginning they are weake and wan, But soone through sufferance growe to fearefull end, Whil'st they are weake, betime with them contend. For when they once to perfect strength do growe, Strong warres they make, and cruell battrie bend, Gainst fort of reason, it to ouerthrowe. Ed. Sp.