George Gascoigne

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George Gascoigne
The Lullaby of a Lover
Sing lullaby, as women do,
Wherewith they bring their babes to rest,
And lullaby can I sing too
As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child,
And if I be not much beguiled,
Full many wanton babes have I
Which must be stilled with lullaby.

First lullaby my youthful years;
It is now time to go to bed,
For crooked age and hoary hairs
Have won the haven within my head.
With lullaby, then, youth be still;
With lullaby content thy will;
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And If I Did, What Then?
“And if I did, what then?
Are you aggriev’d therefore?
The sea hath fish for every man,
And what would you have more?”

Thus did my mistress once,
Amaze my mind with doubt;
And popp’d a question for the nonce
To beat my brains about.

Whereto I thus replied:
“Each fisherman can wish
That all the seas at every tide
Were his alone to fish.

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Fie, Pleasure, Fie!
Fie pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight,
Thou fill’st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch;
I wallow still in joy both day and night:
I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch,
No thing but all that smells of perfect bliss;
Fie pleasure, fie! I cannot like of this.

To taste (sometimes) a bait of bitter gall,
To drink a draught of soür ale (some season)
To eat brown bread with homely hands in hall,
Doth much increase men’s appetites, by reason,
And makes the sweet more sugar’d that ensues,
Since minds of men do still seek after news.

The pamper’d horse is seldom seen in breath,
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For That He Looked Not upon Her
You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low,
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap
Is seldom ’ticèd with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
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The Steel Glass
(excerpt) O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn,
You were not born all only for yourselves:
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