[Newe sonets and pretie pamphlets]: [written by Thomas Howell]

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[Newe sonets and pretie pamphlets]: [written by Thomas Howell]
Author
Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
Publication
[London :: Thomas Colwell?,
1575?]
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"[Newe sonets and pretie pamphlets]: [written by Thomas Howell]." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A72393.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 18, 2024.

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By natures lawes there is no cause, Tho•••• liberty to stay: To worke their will, or good or 〈◊〉〈◊〉; Why should they even haue nay.
He that & thinges geueth women their owne will. To 〈…〉〈…〉 Fether shall be sure still For to be deer, who will neicer, In feathers fre•••• and fayre, A flie for him that to go tr••••, Woth dwell in deepe dispayre
Mantuan writes declard in booke of his, That sugred poysen ech ill woman is. To poyson sweet, tho Mantua lyke, Fayre dames as fresh as flowor. Yet pleasnunt tast. shal be imbraste, Before the cause thats sowre.
Through pleasure Paris to be in Helens vew, Troy was troddown and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 that causd them•••••• Although troye towne were thus trode downe, Where paris 〈…〉〈…〉 life. Yet Helins fate 〈◊〉〈◊〉 may disgrace, For Paris wrought that strife.
The noble Hercules Dianica did bryng down Whych through the worlde had 〈◊〉〈◊〉 so greate re∣nown Where ye do saye, hercles decaye, By Dianyr fll, Agaynst her wyll through 〈…〉〈…〉, 〈…〉〈…〉 I can prooue well.
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