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Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Come, Giue Me Needle, Stitch Cloth, Silke and Chaire by John Lyly

A Gentlewoman yt married a yonge Gent who after forsooke (hir,) where vppon she tooke hir Needle in which she was excellent and worked vpon hir Sampler thus

Come, giue me needle, stitch cloth, silke and chaire
yt I may sitt and sigh, and sow and singe
For perfect coollors to discribe ye aire
a subtile persinge changinge constant thinge
No false stitch will I make, my hart is true zo
plaine stitche my Sampler is for to complaine
How men haue tongues of hony, harts of rue.
true tongues and harts are one, men makes them twaine.
Giue me black silk yt sable suites my hart
and yet som white though white words do deceiue
No green at all for youth I must part
Purple and blew, fast loue and faith to weaue.
Mayden no more sleepeless ile goe to bedd
Take all away, ye work works in my hedd.

From: Bond, R Warwick (ed), The Complete Works of John Lyly, Volume III, 1902, Clarendon Press: Oxford, p. 473.

Date: c1580

By: John Lyly (c1553-1606)