CANTVS. XV.
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SO many loues haue I neg- le- cted, whose good parts might moue mee:
That now I liue of all re- je- cted, there is none will loue mee.
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Why is mayden heate so coy? it freezeth when it bur- neth;
Looseth what it might in- ioy, and hauing lost it mour- neth.
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So many loues haue I neglected,
Whose good parts might moue mee;
That now I liue of all rejected,
There is none will loue me▪
Why is mayden heate so coy?
It freezeth when it burneth;
Looseth what it might inioy,
And hauing lost it mourneth.
2
Should I then wooe that haue beene wooed,
Seeking them that flye mee?
When I my faith with teares haue vowed,
And when all denye mee,
Who will pitty my disgrace,
Which loue might haue preuented?
There is no submissio•• ••ase
Where error is repented.
3
O happy men whose hopes are licenc'd
To discourse their passion:
While women are confin'd to silence,
Loosing wisht occasion.
Yet our tongues then theirs, men say,
Are apter to be mouing:
Women are more dumbe then they,
But in their thoughts more mouing.
4
When I compare my former strangenesse
With my present doting,
I pitty men that speake in plainenesse,
Their true hearts deuoting,
While wee with repentance lest
At their submissiue passion:
Maydes I see are neuer blest
That strange be but for fashion.