Then jugling mates do most deceave,
And most delude the dazeled sight,
When up they turne their folded sleeve,
With bared armes to woorke their slight,
When sharpe-set Foxe begins to preach,
Let goslings keepe without his reach.
And will you have me set a day,
To feede your hope with vaine delayes?
Well, I will doo as you do say,
And posse you up with fainting stayes,
That day shall breake my plighted faith,
That drawes my last and gasping breath.
If you will hope, then hope in this,
Ile never grant that you require:
If this you hope, you shall not misse,
But shall obtaine your hopes desire,
If other hope you do retaine,
Your labor’s lost, your hope is vaine.
The child that playes with sharpned tooles.
Doth hurt himselfe for want of wit,
And they may well be counted fooles,
That wrastle neere a dangerous pit:
Your loose desire doth hope for that,
Which I must needes deny you flat.
Send mee no tokens of your lust,
Such gifts I list not to receive,
Such guiles shall never make me trust,
Such broad-layde baytes cannot deceive,
For they to yeeld do then prepare,
That grant to take such proffred ware.
If this be it you have to say,
You know my mynd which cannot change,
I must be gon, I cannot stay,
No fond delight can make me range,
And for a farewell, this I sweare,
You get not that I hold so deare.
From: Willobie, Henry and Hughes, Charles, Willobie His Avisa with an Essay towards its interpretation by Charles Hughes, 1904, Sherratt and Hughes: London, pp. 81-82.
By: Henry Willobie (?1575-?1596)