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

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〈…〉〈…〉 complaint to the god Cupid be∣••ause he with his Darts perseth him alone.

••upid Venu•• darling deare, ••••ose powre un mortal might may bide, ••in h••nd s••y how thou bear, ••••ing Forkers by thy five, ••hy dost thou this lie still and fleapt: ••hen I to thee due wayle and weepe.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 is become thy wonted powre: ••••ou va••••u••••ht and put to flight: 〈…〉〈…〉 ••••ou ••isposde to lowre, ••e alone moste wofull wight: 〈◊〉〈◊〉, say 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Oh I thee pray, ••••urue the hart breed••s mine andy.

••ants parte not seeme to show ••ay the yeelding captiue wight ••e in time take vp thy howe, ••orce my deare to ••now thy mighte, Dido did when once in lappe, ••ou tookst on thee Asscanius shappe.

Would I not like greif should grow, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thereby, as did to mee.

But that she may then partly kn••w•• What time I spend in misery, Ne yet I wishe hir no such end, As destinie did to Dido send.

But only this I wish thereby, That she as l••tle power may haue, At any time aside to wrie, The humble iute that I doe craue, As Did•• had when she did yeelde, Vnto Eneas in the feelde,

Finis.

A token of gratitude to his very frend,

YOur gen••l talk & fr••ndly curti•• your coūfināce acording wel y^t your filid words which stil in mind I your trusty trete, deuoyd of guile or Hath me so bound in euery poynt to that whilst I line I am your seruant

Finis.

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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 tas••t. 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•• f••ll, Agaynst her wyll through 〈…〉〈…〉, 〈…〉〈…〉 I can prooue well.

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The variable thoughts of the Louer captiue.

I Lyue in hope and yet dispayre, I do reioyce when greife doth grow, I fly aloft aboue the ayre: But dwell alway in Limbo low.

I neuer seeke: tho much I finde, Yet finde nothing and still do seeke: I see what best contents my minde: When most in mind I do mislike.

One hath me in captiuitie, So suer that I vneth may swarue: Who lets me liue at libertie, As free from bands that I deserue.

Finis.

The defence of vvomens vvill.

WHo womē wisheth in thynges to haue their myu•• To leaue good lyfe in iudgement is but blynde. w. v.

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