The straunge pangs of a pore passionate Louer.
NOt as I am, nor as I wish to be,
But as falce Fortune frames mytroward fate,
The forrest of fancy Wherein is conteined very prety apothegmes, and pleasaunt histories, both in meeter and prose, songes, sonets, epigrams and epistles, of diuerse matter and in diuerse manner. VVith sundry other deuises, no lesse pithye then pleasaunt and profytable.
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- The forrest of fancy Wherein is conteined very prety apothegmes, and pleasaunt histories, both in meeter and prose, songes, sonets, epigrams and epistles, of diuerse matter and in diuerse manner. VVith sundry other deuises, no lesse pithye then pleasaunt and profytable.
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- H. C.
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- Imprinted at London :: By Thomas Purfoote, dwelling in Newgate Market, within the new rents, at the signe of the Lucrece,
- 1579.
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"The forrest of fancy Wherein is conteined very prety apothegmes, and pleasaunt histories, both in meeter and prose, songes, sonets, epigrams and epistles, of diuerse matter and in diuerse manner. VVith sundry other deuises, no lesse pithye then pleasaunt and profytable." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A69037.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 25, 2025.
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Euen so I am not bound nor fully free
Not quite forlorne, nor yet in quiet state,
I wish for death, and yet the death I hate,
This life leade I, which life is wondrous strannge,
yet for no life would I my lyfe exchaunge,
I seeke the sight of that I sigh to see,
I ioy in that which breedes my great vnrest,
Such contraries doe dayly comber me,
As in one thing I find both ioy and rest,
Which gaine he gets that is Cupidos guest,
For whome he catcheth in his cursed snare,
He giues great hope yet kils his hart with care,
Finis.