false supposition. to celebrate mistres holiday in Idlenesse. LOVE. What thing is love (for wel I wot) love is a thing it is a pricke, it is a sting it is a prettie, prettie thing whose flame creepes in at eurie hole. from whence do glance loves piercing darts and al the world herin accord love is a great and mightie lord Since Mars and sche plaid even and od. Kis a litle and use not. Q. why kissings good. R. to stirre zour bloud to make zou wel dispos'd to play. ab aquilone omne malum. wold have moued teares in vreath [wrath?] herselfe. wrinckled sorrow sate in furrowes of a faire face. famous for his il fortune. zou that think ther is no heaven but on earth. zou that sucke poison insteed of honney. he excedeth fiends in crueltie and fortune in unconstancie. ارد set up Cynthea by day and Citherea by nigt H sche strakid his head and mist his hornes. who bluntly bespake her grew this sueet rose in [on] this soure stalke CUPIDSol At Venus entreate for Cupid her sone ARROWES these arrowes by Vlcan are cunningly done alt tithe first is love the second shafte is hate but this is hope from whence sueet com this jelousie in bassest minds doth duell "his mettall Vlcan's Cyclops fetcht from Hel a smaking kis that wakt me w the dine [din] knew good and eschew it praise chastnesse and follow lustful love like the old [one or two words illegible here] al quicklie com home by weeping crosse. highest imperial orbe and throne of the thunder Et non morieris inultus. schelter and shade. holdeth them faster than Vlcan's fine wires kept Mars. a song to be sung for a wager a dish of damsons new gathered off the trees. Melampus when wil love be voide of feares when jelousie hath nather eies nor eires Melampus tel me when is love best fed *༞rf!! when it hath sucke the sueet yt ease hath bred Licoris as sueet to him as licorice. Cor sapit et [some words illegible here] a hot liver must be in a lover. To commend anay thing is the Italian way of crauing. my hart is like a point of geometrie indiuisible, and wher it goes it goes al. Hard hart that did thy reed (poore shephard) brake thy reed y' was the trumpet of thy wit Zet thought unworthie sound thy phenix's praise and with this slender pipe her glorie raise #912 Cupid enraged to see a thousand boyes pluckt al his plumes and made herselfe a fan My mistres feeds the ayre ayre feeds not her Zet so far from the lytness of her sex for sche is the bird whose name doth end in X. as raise the sicke and make the soundest thinke wher to their drink his mothers doues he calls. in my younger dayes when my witts ran a wool gathering some prettie lye he coined. "Merrie conceited Iests of George Peele, Gentleman, sometimes a Student in Oxford. Wherein is shewed the course of his life, how he lived: a man very well knowne in the Citie of London, and elsewhere. Buy, reade, and iudge The price doe not grudge: Then twice so much treasure. London, Printed by G. P. for F. Faulkner, and are to be sold at his Shop in Southwarke, neere Saint Margarets Hill, 1627. 4to. Of this tract I have made particular mention in my account of Peele and his writings. |