When fortune shall haue spat out all her gall,
I trust good luck shall be to me allowde,
For I haue seene a shippe in hauen fall,
After the storme had broke both maste and shrowde.
And this.
Good is the thing that moues vs to
desire,
That is to say the beauty we behold:
Els were we louers as in an endlesse fire,
Alwaies burning and euer chill a colde.
And in these verses.
Accused though I be without desart,
Sith none can proue beleeue it not for
true:
For neuer yet since first ye had my hart,
Entended I to false or be untrue.
And in this Disticque.
And for her beauties praise, no right
that with her warres:
For where she comes she shewes her selfe
like sun among the stars.
And in this other dittie of ours where the louer complaines
of his Ladies
crueltie, rendring for euery surmise a reason, and
by telling the cause,
seeketh (as it were) to get credit, thus.
Cruel you be who can say nay,
Since ye delight in others wo:
Vnwise am I, ye may well say,
For that I haue, honourd you so.
But blamelesse I, who could not chuse
To be enchaunted by your eye:
But ye to blame, thus to refuse
My seruice, and to let me die.
[Sidenote: Dichologia, or
the Figure of excuse.]
Sometimes our error is so manifest, or we be so hardly
prest with our aduersaries, as we cannot deny the
fault layd vnto our charge: in which case it
is good pollicie to excuse it by some allowable pretext,
as did one whom his mistresse burdened with some vnkindne
speeches which he had past of her, thus.
I said it: but by lapse of lying
tongue,
When furie and iust griefe my heart opprest:
I sayd it: as ye see, both fraile
and young,
When your rigor had ranckled in my brest.
The cruell wound that smarted me so sore,
Pardon therefore (sweete sorrow) or at
least
Beare with mine youth that neuer fell
before,
Least your offence encrease my griefe
the more.
And againe in these,
I spake amysse I cannot it deny.
But caused by your great discourtesie:
And if I said that which I now repent,
And said it not, but by misgouernment
Of youthfull yeres, your selfe that are
so young
Pardon for once this error of my tongue,
And thinke amends can neuer come to late:
Loue may be curst, but loue can neuer
hate.


