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*************AN ODE TO INCONSTANT LOVE*************
Ingenitive Chryseis, prithee incline,      [Cressida and Troilus,
thou hand, thou hand, tooest mine.          symbol of female inconstantcy.]
Though thou canst not hereupon stay for long,
with me, please, for a moment playe,
Mercurial faye.

E'er Yon!

Euryalus and Nisus, ne'r apart,
thou love is desitive, and mine is not.
But canst I playeth on mine lover's heart:
charitous songs, as thence will allot,
the Muses, in their vast placement of arts?
Whether she is here with me now,
or hath leave to hire:
I shalt er', with her love, abound,
though I'm not her sire.
I doth not abject all the Hearts,
upon which she inquires:
her lovers art but equal parts
in ascititious file. [Supplemental]
And in Her Heart I lie:
in that Heart mine love lived and died:
wherefor she but grew tired.
Thereof mine love hath two sizes:
with her, and her without,
for love, thence that doth surviveth,
it's own is not ever righteous.
Whensoever this Mercurial faye,
with thee doth findest her waye:
Supplicate to fill with regale and delight;
solace in rhymes, that she with thou dights.

To Cressida:

Thine clement bed rebel, the time is now.
Argus, with eyes of such vigil, attests: [Titan of the Sun] [Watches with 100 eyes.]
Endymion hath besmirch'd his queenly vow, [Queen is Selene, Moon.]
and, around which hadst all dolor undressed,
Sol hath been 'woken his timorous route. [Selene, the Constant faye, is overcome.]
Prepared, is Phoebus's light for thine crown,
  to gloriously thine forenoone confess.
Thence avaunteth thou, Iphigenia's drowse: [Boccaccio's Decameron]
I, as Cymon, hath spied mine sleeping empress  -
mightest thou, on that amber fill'd stream,
Eridanus, divest of thine garb beseene:          [Nonnus, Dionysiaca.]
  cometh with I upon a balmy quest,
to thenceforthe launder and batheth?
Or whilst thee, as Glaucus, in thine honeyed bate, [Appolodorus, Biblotheca]
restore to life, youthful, and naked:
for thee must prepare for thine aperient date. [Serving to make hungry, alimentive]
Looke where arises, like Phaethusa in the East,
nowe an Ornament to see of dresses white: [sacerdos Vestalis, care for Hearth.]
mine Love, who I greet, and the Angels bleast,
to, from her balneal spring, new dresses bind,
as hath prepared Heaven's damsels for thine: [Wash the Vestal Rainments]
In attire that should leave wonting kisses,
bashful boys who with thou spendeth their time,
that get thine kiss, that chance never misses,
like Europa's spear, their lips timidly kind.
To find their Heart and thence their Heart delight.
Inaugurate the nundinal hours:
welcome fairs, welcome blossoms, and jesting.
Felicity is partial to thine bowre,
we hath need, not for each other's vesting.
Henceforth I live, in what fair hours grant:
those paradisical days and nights,
of Jove's rule, which thou can't recant:
rather or not thou hath left my side,
that which his seasons relegate to thou band. [You and your lovers.]
Jove, father of the Muse's champion: [Apollo]
if ever I didst bring honour to thine,
or elateth thee unlike Thamyris,
take no insult, in this servant so kind.
Who asks thee, this daye thou give to mine:
let thine righteous intentions be excused,
thine amenable seasons hideth our boon. [Make us unaware to the brevity of love.]
Ye, that hath revealed oftentimes my tune, [Ye, IE, She, the Faye of Mercury.]
that hath as the race of Phoroneus grown: [Hyginus, in the Fabulae]B
that for I hunger, as Thriae honey comb,       
that hath felt I twas' worthy to speakest without
thine angelic tounge, thine lyric devout:
In verse as thine own beauty calleth fount,
thine own grace, thine own lips, and thine own mouth.
Uponest thine scale, shouldest thou care to weigheth,
where curious hymen hath not lectured,
this gramme that is such, of my truest Love:
Half drawne out of your well in mine pages.
Half of it tis, of thankfulness, and half of your Heaven:
Halfe longing for another kiss from thine lips libant.
Against it weigh those of Joves, entreasured,    4
sattelites, thence that, by themselves, doth stand 5
wherefor thou callest: Tamesis flumnis. [Joannis Genesii Sepulvedae]
Men who calleth thou torturous and vain:
Goeth to find thine own Flirts, in thine shame.
Calleth "laudis id, omne tenet" [Amerbachius Bonifacius]
trully but thou immurement.
In thou own attenuate heart,
wherefor thou love thou hath imbar'd:  7
but not to ossibus astra misturus. [Pharsalia: A star's bone]
FOR all thine pretended romance is but a distraction:
whilst thou is not like me, and Engonasis. [See in the bookes of Aratus.]
Thou delight in thence making a servant,
thine wife, thence mistaking thine wife's purpose.
Thou findest love, when love thou ever keepe,
thus thine whole romance is the same ill-theme:
thou to thine self, thou makest to salute, [WHEREOF]
both of thee, so love itself, is impun'd. 8
This is a Woman to full for but one Man,
thou takest with thankfulnessee, what thou can.
Thine in thine self hadst thereof beene spente,
if, absent of love, thou hadst but upon thine self drempt.
Love is not bourne to but placate, and content,
for as how this Queene thereinto hath been amongst us,
to giveth thou perspective and temparance to exercise. [FOR]
That which in itselfe, alone, doth, with itselfe, die:
deserveth not, nor could thine ever lament,
nor for could thou e'er move to cry,
that wouldest be eaten, beyonde thou dreriment.
But, prithee, doth not thereunto playe,
thine own plaintive song, of fortune's carelessness.
Thence thou, whereunto we sit, in this little glade,
turneth upon to perdition and dreriment.
Flyeth likest Aëdon, from thine own woe:
let me with mine own tune compell thee so.
Let my voice be the air whereunto we flye:
from e'er other Man's need- e'er Man's pride.
For to I mattereth not, whereupon how much tyme,
with each other we spend;
but moreover, tis' the kind
of Love whereto thee doth with me grace:
and that I hath learned of, thence but to taste.
Prithee thou spreadest thine most eager lampe:
Early, as before with the Earth hath been warmed.
Disperse the fermenting dews and stains of the night:
dry the every blade of grass, madescent and dampe,
thence with thou light, with thou light, for the morn.
Thence mayst no Nymphes, of our estive chear,
from the farthest rivers, and the greenest of woods,
neglecteth thou, and thou: now blessed, revered,
the e'er Man wouldest with spend his life, if he could.
They gather around thee: thine new neighbors found,
Atlantides with wedding gifts, Oenone with wine,
Salmacis, the Naiad by Diana unbound,
who in idleness thereof likes spending her time.




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B. Phonoreus was a lord of Man after speach was parted; so the Faye grows out of many
praises.