The Copy of a letter, lately written in meeter,

a yonge Gentilwoman: to
her unconſtant Lover.

With an Admonitiōon to al yong
Gentilwomen, and to all other
Mayds in general to beware
of mennes flattery.

By Iſ. W.

Newly joyned to a Love letter
ſent by a Bacheler, (a moſt faithfull
Lover) to an unconſtant
and faithles Mayden.

Imprinted at London, by
Richarde Jhones dwelling
in the upper end of
Fleetlane: at the
Signe of the
ſpred Egle.


The Printer to the Reader.

What lack you Maiſter mine?

ſome trifle that is trew?

Why? then this ſame wil ſerve your turne

the which is alſo new.

Or yf you minde to reade,

ſome Fables that be fained:

Buy this ſame Booke, and ye ſhall finde,

ſuch in the ſame contained.

Perchaunce my wordes be thought,

uncredible to you:

Becauſe I ſay this Treatiſe is,

both falſe and alſo true.

The matter of it ſelfe,

is true as many know:

And in the ſame, ſome fained tales,

the Auctor doth beſtow.

Therfore, bye this ſame Booke,

of him that hære doth dwell:

And you (I know) wyll ſay you have

beſtowed your mony well.


I.w. To her unconſtant Lover.

As cloſe as you your wedīing kept

yet now the trueth I here:

Which you (yer now) might me have told

what nede you nay to ſwere?

You know I alwayes wiſht you wel

ſo wyll I during lyfe:

But ſith you ſhal a Huſband be

God ſend you a good wyfe.

And this (where ſo you ſhal become)

full boldly may you boaſt:

That once you had as true a Love,

as dwelt in any Coaſt.

Whoſe conſtāantneſſe had never quaild

if you had not begonne:

And yet it is not ſo far paſt,

but might agayne be wonne.

A(2) If A2v

If you ſo would: yea and not change

ſo long as lyfe ſhould laſt:

But yf that needes you marry muſt?

then fare well, hope is paſt,

And if you cannot be content

to lead a ſingle lyfe?

(Although the ſame right quiet be)

then take me to your wife.

So ſhall the promiſes be kept,

that you ſo firmly made:

Now chuſe whether ye wyll be true,

or be of Sinons trade.

Whoſe trade if that you long ſhal uſe,

it ſhal your kindred ſtayne:

Example take by many a one

Whoſe falſhood now is playne.

As by Eneas firſt of all,

who dyd poore Dido leave,

Cauſing the Quene by his untrueth

with Sword her hart to cleave,

Alſo A3r

Alſo I finde that Theseus did,

his faithfull love forſake:

Stealyng away within the night,

before ſhe dyd a wake.

Jason that came of noble race,

two Ladies did begile:

I muſe how he durſt ſhew his face,

to them that knew his wile.

For when he by Medeas arte,

had got the Fleece of Gold

And alſo had of her, that time,

al kynd of things he wolde.

He toke his Ship and fled a way

regarding not the vowes:

That he dyd make ſo faithfully,

unto his loving Spowes,

Now durſt he truſt the ſurging Seas

knowing himſelfe forſworne:

Why dyd he ſcape ſafe to the land,

before the ſhip was torne?

A(3) I think A3v

I think king Aeolus ſtayd the winds

and Neptune rulde the Sea:

Then might he boldly paſſe the waves

no perils could him ſtea.

But if his falſehed had to them,

bin manifeſt befor:

They wold have rent the ſhip as ſoone

as he had gon from ſhore.

Now may you heare how falſenes is

made manyfeſt in time:

Although they that cōommit the ſame,

think it a veniall crime.

For they, for their unfaithfulnes,

did get perpetuall Fame:

Fame? wherfore dyd I terme it ſo?

I ſhould have cald it ſhame.

Let Theſeus be, let Jaſon paſſe,

let Paris alſo ſcape:

That brought deſtruction unto Troy

all through the Grecian Rape.

And A4r

And unto me a Troylus be,

if not you may compare:

With any of theſe parſons that

above expreſſed are.

But if I can not pleaſe your minde,

for wants that reſt in me:

Wed whom you liſt, I am content,

your refuſe for to be.

It ſhall ſuffiſe me ſimple ſoule,

of thee to be forſaken:

And it may chance although not yet

you wiſh you had me taken.

But rather thēen you ſhold have cauſe

to wiſh this through your wyfe:

I wyſh to her, ere you her have,

no more but love of lyfe.

For ſhe that ſhal ſo happy be,

of thee to be elect:

I wiſh her vertues to be ſuch,

ſhe nede not be ſuſpect.

A(4) I A4v

I rather wiſh her Helens face,

then one of Helens trade:

With chaſtnes of Penelope

the which did never fade.

A Lucres for her conſtancy,

and Thiſbie for her trueth:

If ſuch thou have, then Peto be

not Paris, that were rueth.

Perchance, ye will think this thing, rare

in on woman to fynd:

Save Helens beauty, al the reſt

the Gods have me aſſignd.

Theſe words I do not ſpek, thinking

from thy new Love to turne thee:

Thou knowſt by prof what I deſerve

I nede not to informe thee.

But let that paſſe: would God I had

Caſſandraes gift me lent:

Then either thy yll chaunce or mine

my foreſight might prevent.

But A5r

But all in vayne for this I ſeeke,

wiſhes may not attaine it

Therfore may hap to me what ſhall,

and I cannot refraine it.

Wherfore I pray God be my guide

and alſo thee defend:

No worſer then I wiſh my ſelfe,

untill thy lyfe ſhal end.

Which life I pray God, may agayne,

King Neſtors lyfe renew:

And after that your ſoule may reſt

amongſt the heavenly crew.

Therto I wiſh King Xerxis wealth,

or els King Creſſus Gould:

With as much reſt and quietneſſe

as man may have on Mould.

And when you ſhall this letter have

let it be kept in ſtore?

For ſhe that ſent the ſame, hath ſworn

as yet to ſend no more.

A(5) And A5v

And now farewel, for why at large

my mind is here expreſt?

The which you may perceive, if that

you do peruſe the reſt?

Finis Iſ. W

The admonition by the Auctor, to all yong Gentilwomen: And to al other Maids being in Love.

Ye Virgins that from Cupids tentes

do beare a way the foyle

Whoſe hartes as yet with raginge love

moſt paynfully do boyle.

To you I ſpeake: for you be they,

that good advice do lacke:

Oh, if I could good counſell geve

my tongue ſhould not be ſlacke?

But ſuch as I can geve, I wyll,

here in few wordes expreſſe

Which if you do obſerve, it will

ſome of your care redreſſe.

Beware A6r

Beware of fayre and painted talke,

beware of flattering tonges:

The Mermaides do pretend no good

for all their pleaſant Songs.

Some uſe the teares of Crocodiles,

contrary to their hart:

And yf they cannot alwayes weepe,

they wet their Cheekes by Art.

Ovid, within his Arte of love,

doth teach them this ſame knacke

To wet their hāand, & touch their eies:

ſo oft as teares they lacke.

Why have ye ſuch deceit in ſtore?

have you ſuch crafty wile?

Leſſe craft thēen this god knows wold ſoone

us ſimple ſoules begile.

And wyll ye not leave of? but ſtill

delude us in this wiſe?

Sith it is ſo, we truſt we ſhall,

take hede to fained lies.

Truſt A6v

Truſt not a man at the fyrſt ſight,

but trye him well before:

I wiſh al Maids within their breſts

to kepe this thing in ſtore.

For triall ſhal delcare his trueth,

and ſhow what he doth think:

Whether he be a Lover true,

or do intend to ſhrink.

If Scilla had not truſt to much

before that ſhe dyd trye:

She could not have ben clene forſake

when ſhe for help did crye.

Or yf ſhe had had good advice

Niſus had lived long:

Now durſt ſhe truſt a ſtrainger, and

do her deare father wrong.

King Niſus had a Haire by fate

which Haire while he dyd kepe:

He never ſhould be overcome

neither on Land nor depe.

The A7r

The ſtraūunger that the Daughter lov’d

did warre againſt the King

And alwaies ſought how that he might

them in ſubjection bring.

This Scylla ſtole away the Haire,

for to obtaine her wyll:

And gave it to the Straunger that,

dyd ſtraight her father kyll.

Then ſhe, who thought her ſelf moſt ſure

to have her whole deſyre:

Was cleane reject, and left behind

When he dyd whom retyre.

Or if ſuch falſhood had ben once,

unto Oenone knowne:

About the fieldes of Ida wood,

Paris had walkt alone.

Or if Demophoons deceite,

to Phillis had ben tolde:

She had not ben tranſformed ſo,

as Poets tell of olde.

Hero A7v

Hero did trie Leanders truth,

before that ſhe did truſt:

Therfore ſhe found him unto her

both conſtant, true, and juſt.

For he alwayes did ſwim the Sea,

when ſtarres in Skie did glide:

Till he was drowned by the way

nere hand unto the ſide.

She ſcrat her Face, ſhe tare her Heir

(it greveth me to tell)

When ſhe did know the end of him,

that ſhe did love ſo well.

But like Leander there be fewe,

therfore in time take heede:

And alwayes trie before ye truſt,

ſo ſhall you better ſpeede.

The little Fiſh that careleſſe is,

within the water cleare:

How glad is he, when he doth ſee,

a Bayt for to appeare.

He A8r

He thinks his hap right good to bee,

that he the ſame could ſpie:

And ſo the ſimple foole doth truſt

to much before he trie.

O little Fiſh what hap hadſt thou?

to have ſuch ſpitefull Fate:

To come into ones cruell hands,

out of ſo happy ſtate?

Thonu diddſt ſuſpect no harme, when thou

upon the bait didſt looke:

O that thou hadſt had Linceus eies

for to have ſeene the hooke.

Then hadſt thou with thy prety mates

bin playing in the ſtreames

Wheras ſyr Phebus dayly doth,

ſhew forth his golden beames.

But ſith thy fortune is ſo yll

to end thy lyfe on ſhore:

Of this thy moſt unhappy end,

I minde to ſpeake no more.

But A8v

But of thy Felowes chance that late

ſuch prety ſhift did make:

That he from Fiſhers hooke did ſprīint

before he could him take.

And now he pries on every baite,

ſuſpecting ſtyll that pricke:

(for to lye hid in every thing)

where with the Fiſhers ſtricke.

And ſince the Fiſh that reaſon lacks

once warned doth beware:

Why ſhould not we take hede to that

that turneth us to care.

And I who was deceived late,

by ones unfaithfull teares:

Trust now for to be ware, if that

I live this hundreth yeares,

Finis. Iſ. W.

A Loueletter,

A Loveletter, or

an earneſt perſwaſion of a Lover:
ſent of late to a yonge Mayden,
to whom he was betrothed.

Who afterward being overcome
with flattery, ſhe ſeemd utterly
to ſwerve from her former
promiſe without
occaſion, and ſo to
forſake him.

By W. G.

Woodcut of a rose
B1v B2r

A Loveletter, ſent from a faythful Lover: to an unconſtant Mayden.

As dutie wils, ſo nature moves,

thy frend theſe lines to wright:

Wherin thy fraude, (O faithleſſe thou)

I minde to bring to light.

Can plighted faith, ſo firmly plight,

without defect be moved?

Or ſhould the man that faithfull is,

ſo ſlenderly be loved?

Should hate his guerdon thus remaine

in place of thy good wyl?

Should rigor raign within thy breſt

to vanquiſh reaſons ſkyll?

Should faith to falſhod ſo be changed

(alas) the greater ruthe?

When double dealying is preferd,

before a perfect truethe?

B(2) Yf B2v

Yf caſe ſuch hap, as recompence,

unto your friend you yelde?

What Bulwarke canſt thou clayme,

gainſt Gods thy ſelfe to ſheilde?

Can they that ſit in hauty Heavens

ſuch covert gilt abyde?

Or ar they parcial now deemſt thou?

isJuſtice throwne a ſyde?

Nay juſt are they, and juſtice ſtyll,

as juſt, they juſtly uſe:

And unto them, as giltleſſe then,

canſt thou thy ſelfe excuſe?

No, no, not ſo, for they beholde,

thy double deades, be ſure:

No forged ſtyle, nor flattryng phraſe

their favour may allure.

No gifts, no golde, can them corrupt

ſuch juſtice there doth raigne:

And they that diſobey their heaſtes,

are ſubject unto payne.

Theſe B3r

Theſe are no novel newes I tell,

the proofe is playnly knowne:

To ſuch as do offend their wils,

their powre forth are ſhowne:

To ſee thy conſcience, gylty is,

thy faithles frawde they ſee:

And thinkſte thou then, this gilt of thine,

can unrewarded bee?

O faith, think not ſo far to wiſh,

from reaſons lymyts pure:

But judg thy ſelfe, what juſtice they

to ſinfull ones inure.

And thy ſelfe ſuch domb, ſhalt geve,

as gilty ſhalt thou find:

Therfore relent, and once agayne,

thy grudging conſcience minde.

Which unto Gods that ſacred are,

as gilty thee bewray:

In place of fraude, let faith & trueth

with thee now beare the ſway.

B(3) Reuoke B3v

Revoke and call to memory,

the fruits of friendſhip ſhowne:

Perpend in mind, my tormēents ſtrong

my playnts and penſive mone.

Which ſixe yeares long, as pacionate

to carpyng yoake of care:

I bod for thee, as thou thy ſelfe,

I know canſt wel declare.

Remēember thou the plaints & teares,

which I powrd foorth for thee:

And ponder well the ſacred vow,

that thou haſt made to mee.

Which vow gave comfort to thi frend

that ſubject ſerved to griefe:

Thou gavest thy ſelfe a pledg to me,

thy faith was my releife.

But now what helyſh hagge? (alas)

hath tournde thy love to hate:

Or els what whelpe of Hydras kind

in thee hath wrought debate.

Alas B4r

Alas, wilt thou diſpoyle me quight,

of my poſſeſſed joye?

Or wilt thou plunge me headlong thus,

to gulphes of great annoye?

Who would a thought (alas)

ſuch fraude to reſt in thee?

Who wold have deemd withou deſert

thy hart ſhould change from mee?

Whoſe hart hath coucht his tent,

within my covert breſt:

And thine I hopte, of me thy friend,

likewiſe had ben poſſeſt.

But waveryng minds I plainly ſee,

ſo compaſſed with guile:

Pretend by ſlights, the perfect joyes,

of frindes for to exile.

O, ſhuld a pratlying Paraſite, ſo egge

thee with diſdayne?

That thou the preſence of thy friend

through flattery ſhould refrayne?

Not B4v

Not vouching once to ſpeake with him

whoſe hart thou haſt in hold:

Sith likeing fame hath graunted grace

ſhould love ſo ſoone be cold.

Conſider theſe my letters well,

and anſwer them agenne:

For I thy friend in covert zeale,

this time hath cloſd my penne.

Farewel, adieu ten thouſand times,

to God I thee commend:

Beſeching him his heavenly grace,

unto thee ſtyll to ſend.

Thy friend in wealth, thy friend in woe,

Thy friend while lyfe, ſhal flytt me froe:

And whilſt that you, injoy your breath,

Leave not your friend, unto the death:

For greater praiſe cannot be wonne,

Then to obſerve true love begonne.

Finis. W. G.

Imprinted at London, by Richard Jhones.


R W Againſt the wilfull Inconſtancie of his deare Foe E. T.

Which Example may juſtly be a ſufficient warnyng for all Yongmen to beware the fained Fidelytie of unconſtant Maydens.

All youthful Wights at lyberty

whom love did never thrall,

I wiſh that my decay may bee,

a warnyng to you all:

That have a ſoare bred in my Breſt

although it be not ſtrange:

Yet wyll it bryng mee to the Grave

without ſome ſodaine change.

For I by Sute have ſerved one

two yeares and ſomwhat more,

And now I can no longer ſerve

my hart it is ſo ſore.

B. Whiche B.1v

Whiche hart I let to Uſerie

through gredie fond deſire:

Not doubting to receive home twain

when I would them requyre.

But if that everie Uſerer

had ſuch good hap as I,

There would not be ſo many men

would uſe this Uſerie.

My Debtor hath deceyved mee

for ſhe is from mee fled:

And I am left among the Bryers

to bryng a Foole to Bed.

So that I ſeely man remayne

eche day in doubtfull caſe:

For death doth dayly lye in wayte

to reſt me with his Mace.

And caſt mee into Priſon ſtrong

the Doore is made of Braſſe:

And I might bles my houre of birth

if it were come to paſſe.

For lo my carefull choyce doth chooſe

to keepe mee ſtyll in thrall,

And doth regard my love no more

then Stone that lyes in wall:

Wher- B.2r

Wherby I ſee that Womens hartes

are made of Marble Stone

I ſee how careleſſe they can bee

when penſive men do mone.

I ſowed both pure and perfect ſeede

on fayre and pleaſant grounde

In hope though harveſt brought ſom pain

ſom profit might bee found.

But now the Harveſt ended is

and for my faythfull Seedes

And all my payne and labour paſt:

I have nought els but Weedes.

I thruſt my hand among the Thornes

in hope the Roſe to finde.

I prickt my hand and eke my hart

yet left the Roſe behynde.

Not I, but many more I knowe

in Love do lacke releefe,

But I as cauſe doth mee compell,

do wayle my payne and griefe.

I doubtleſſe can not bee the first

That Love hath put to payne,

Nor yet I ſhall not be the laſt

that Women wyll diſdayne.

B.(2) If B.2v

If I poore wretch ſhould think upon

the paynes that I have paſt:

Or if I ſhould recount the cares,

that ſhe hath made me taſte

Into Diſpayre it would mee drive,

and cleave my hart in twaine:

Or els bereave me of my Wittes

to thinke upon the payne.

I never ſpent one day in Joye

my carefull hart doth know,

Since first I lent my Love to her

by whom my griefe doth growe.

There are not greater paynes aſſignd

for dampned Ghoſtes in hell:

Then I do ſuffer for her ſake,

that I do love ſo well.

The Pryce that I have paid for love

not many men do gyve.

But I my Bargayne ſhall repent

as longe as I do lyve.

I payde for love and that full deare

yet I receyve right nought,

I never was ſo much deceyved

in any thynge I bought.

If B.3r

If everie woman on her friend

ſuch pitie uſe to take,

Then ſhortly men wyll ron to love,

as Beares unto a ſtake.

But now let Venus fire her forge

let Cupids Shafte be ſent:

They can no more encreaſe my woe

for all my Love is ſpent.

But here good Reader thou maiſt ſee

how Love hath paide my hyre,

To leave mee burnyng in the flame,

compeld to blow the fyre.

But if that thou good frende deſire

to lyve in happy ſtate,

Then ſeeke in time leſt thou miſtep,

Repentance comes too late.

Frequent not Womens company

but ſee thou from them ſwerve

For thy Rewarde ſhall be but ſmal,

whatever thou deſerve.

Take heede for thou maiſt come in thrall

Before that thou beware:

And when thou art entangled once

thou canſt not flie the ſnare.

Take B.3v

Take thou not this to be a Jest,

but thinke it to be true,

Before thou prove as I have done,

leaſt proofe do make thee rew.

Yet if thou chaunce to place thy love

take heede what thou doeſt ſaie:

And ſee thou place thy talke in Print

or els beware a fraie.

And thus I ende: not doubtyng but

theſe wordes may well ſuffice,

To warne thy gredie hart of harme

and eaſe thy roving eyes.

Eaſe by Diſeaſe,

hath made me to halt,

Time hath ſo turned

my Suger to Salt.

Finis. R. Witc.

Imprinted at London, by Richard Johnfes.