‘Amantium irae Amoris redintegratio est.’
‘The falling out of Louers, is the renewing of Loue’
To the tune of the Meddow brow.
COme my best and deerest,
come sit thee downe by me:
When thou and I am néerest,
bréeds my felicitie:
To verifie the Prouerbe,
would set my heart at rest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
My faire and chast Penelope,
declare to me thy minde:
Wherein I haue offended thee,
to make the proue vnkinde:
I neuer vrg'd the cause
in earnest or in iest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Thy beauty gaue me much content,
thy vertue gaue me more:
Thy modest kinde ciuility,
which I doe much adore:
Thy modest stately Iesture,
liues shrined in my brest:
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
How dearely I haue loued thee,
thou wilt confesse and tell:
More then my tongue can here expresse,
my fayre and sweetest Nell:
Oh hadst thou bin but true in loue,
I had beene double blest:
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
And wilt thou then forsake me loue,
and thus from me be gone,
Whom I doe hold my turtle doue,
my péerlesse Parragon:
The Phoenix of the world,
And pillow of my rest:
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Fayre Cynthia the want of thée
doth bréed my ouerthrow:
My body in my agony
doth melt away like snow.
The plagues of Egipt could no more
torment my tender brest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Now I like wéeping Niobe
may wash my hands in teares,
Whilst others gaine the loue of thée
I daunted am with feares.
Now may I sigh and waile in woe,
disasterously distrest.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
And thus in breuitie of time
I sadly end my ditty:
Which here am left to starue & pine,
without remorse or pitty.
Yet will I pray that still thou maist
remaine among the bl [...]st.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
The Maydes Answere,
To the same tune.
THough falling out of faithfull friends
renewing be of loue:
A change of time will make amends
a turtle I may proue.
And till that change of time
with patience be thou blest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
The tryall of Penelope
in me is proued true,
Misdoubt thou not my constancie,
the turtle kéepes her hew.
And to her chosen mate
doth beare a loyall brest:
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
The faithfull knot of loue is boun'd
I rest thy deare for euer▪
Thy pining heart with bléeding wound
is cured by the giuer.
The shaft of loue I shot
returnes into my brest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
I made but tryall of thy heart,
how constant it would be:
And now I sée thou wilt not start
nor fléet away from me:
Though Cressida I proue,
yet Troylus thou wilt rest.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Account me for no woman kinde,
if I vndoe the knot:
Or beare the false & faithlesse minde
to haue the same forgot,
That once betwixt vs two.
were sealed in each brest.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
The siluer Moone shall shine by day,
the golden Sunne by night.
Ere I will goe that wanton way,
wherein some take delight.
But for Aeneas I
with Dido pierce my brest.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Though I haue béene vntrue, vniust.
and changing like the Moone:
Yet in thy kindnesse doe I trust
that I may haue this boone:
That sweet forgiuenesse may
bring comfort from thy brest.
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
You chrystall Planets shine all cléer
and light a Louers way:
Let me imbrace my louely Déere,
which was I doubt a stray;
If once I get the same
Ile féde it in my brest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
Come mourne with me each louing Lasse
tha [...] Cupids darlings be
Gréen loue wil change like withered grasss
the same behold in me,
If I had stedfast beene
then had my loue béene blest,
Amantium irae amoris
redintegratio est.
FINIS.
Printed at London for H. Gosson.