Faire rocks, goodly riuers, sweet woods, when shall I see peace? Peace .
Peace! what barres me my tongue? who is it that comes me so ny? I .
Oh, I do know what guest I haue met, it is Echo. ' Tis Echo .
Well met, Echo, approch; then tell me thy will too. I will too . —
Echo, what do I get yeelding my sprite to my grieues? Grieues .
What medicine may I find for a griefe that drawes me to death? Death .
O poisonous medicine! what worse to me can be than it? It .
In what state was I then, when I tooke this deadly disease? Ease .
And what manner a mind which had to that humor a vaine? Vaine .
Hath not reason enough vehemence the desire to reproue? Proue .
Oft proue I: but what salue, when reason seekes to be gone? One .
Oh, what is 'it? what is 'it that may be a salue to my loue? Loue .
What doe louers seeke for, long seeking for to enjoy? Ioy .
What be the ioyes which for to enioy they went to the paines? Paines .
Then to an earnest loue what doth best victorie lend? End .
End! but I can neuer end, Loue will not giue me leaue? Leaue
How be the minds dispos'd that cannot taste thy physicke? Sicke .
Yet say againe thy aduise for th' euils that I told thee? I told thee .
Doth th' infected wretch of his harme th' extremitie know? No .
But if he know not his harms, what guides hath he whilst he be blind? Blind .
What blinde guides can he haue that leanes to fancie? A fancy .
Can fancies want eyes, or he fall that steppeth aloft? Oft .
What causes first made these torments on me to light? Light .
Can then a cause be so light that forceth a man to go die? Ay
Yet tell what light thing I had in me to draw me to die? Eye .
Ey-sight made me to yeeld; but what first pierct to my eies? Eyes .
Eies hurters, eies hurt; but what from them to me falles? Falles .
But when I first did fall, what brought most fall to my heart? Art .
Art! what can be that art that thou dost meane by thy speech? Speech .
What be the fruits of speaking art? what growes by the words? Words .
O, much more then words: those words seru'd more me to blesse. Lesse .
Oh, when shall I be knowne where most to be knowne I do long? Long .
Long be thy woes for such newes; but how recks she my thoughts? Oughts .
Then, then, what do I gaine, since vnto her will I doe winde? Winde .
Winde, tempests, and stormes, yet in ende what giues she desire? Ire .
Silly rewarde! yet among women hath she of vertue the most. Most .
What great name may I giue to so heau'nly a woman? A wo-man .
Wo but seemes to me ioy, that agrees to my thought so. I thought so
Thinke so, for of my desired blisse it is only the course. Curse
Curs'd be thy selfe for cursing that which leades me to ioyes. Toyes .
What be the sweet creatures where lowly demands be not heard? Hard .
What makes them be vnkind? speake, for th' hast narrowly pry'de? Pride .
Whence can pride come there, since springs of beautie be thence? Thence .
Horrible is this blasphemy vnto the most holy. O lie .
Thou li'st, false Echo! their minds as vertue be iust. Iust .
Mock'st thou those diamonds which only be matcht by the gods? Ods .
Ods! what an ods is there! since them to the heau'ns I preferre. Erre .
Tell yet againe me the names of these faire form'd to doe euils? Deuills .
Deuils! if in hell such deuils do abide, to the hell I doe go. Goe .
Peace! what barres me my tongue? who is it that comes me so ny? I .
Oh, I do know what guest I haue met, it is Echo. ' Tis Echo .
Well met, Echo, approch; then tell me thy will too. I will too . —
Echo, what do I get yeelding my sprite to my grieues? Grieues .
What medicine may I find for a griefe that drawes me to death? Death .
O poisonous medicine! what worse to me can be than it? It .
In what state was I then, when I tooke this deadly disease? Ease .
And what manner a mind which had to that humor a vaine? Vaine .
Hath not reason enough vehemence the desire to reproue? Proue .
Oft proue I: but what salue, when reason seekes to be gone? One .
Oh, what is 'it? what is 'it that may be a salue to my loue? Loue .
What doe louers seeke for, long seeking for to enjoy? Ioy .
What be the ioyes which for to enioy they went to the paines? Paines .
Then to an earnest loue what doth best victorie lend? End .
End! but I can neuer end, Loue will not giue me leaue? Leaue
How be the minds dispos'd that cannot taste thy physicke? Sicke .
Yet say againe thy aduise for th' euils that I told thee? I told thee .
Doth th' infected wretch of his harme th' extremitie know? No .
But if he know not his harms, what guides hath he whilst he be blind? Blind .
What blinde guides can he haue that leanes to fancie? A fancy .
Can fancies want eyes, or he fall that steppeth aloft? Oft .
What causes first made these torments on me to light? Light .
Can then a cause be so light that forceth a man to go die? Ay
Yet tell what light thing I had in me to draw me to die? Eye .
Ey-sight made me to yeeld; but what first pierct to my eies? Eyes .
Eies hurters, eies hurt; but what from them to me falles? Falles .
But when I first did fall, what brought most fall to my heart? Art .
Art! what can be that art that thou dost meane by thy speech? Speech .
What be the fruits of speaking art? what growes by the words? Words .
O, much more then words: those words seru'd more me to blesse. Lesse .
Oh, when shall I be knowne where most to be knowne I do long? Long .
Long be thy woes for such newes; but how recks she my thoughts? Oughts .
Then, then, what do I gaine, since vnto her will I doe winde? Winde .
Winde, tempests, and stormes, yet in ende what giues she desire? Ire .
Silly rewarde! yet among women hath she of vertue the most. Most .
What great name may I giue to so heau'nly a woman? A wo-man .
Wo but seemes to me ioy, that agrees to my thought so. I thought so
Thinke so, for of my desired blisse it is only the course. Curse
Curs'd be thy selfe for cursing that which leades me to ioyes. Toyes .
What be the sweet creatures where lowly demands be not heard? Hard .
What makes them be vnkind? speake, for th' hast narrowly pry'de? Pride .
Whence can pride come there, since springs of beautie be thence? Thence .
Horrible is this blasphemy vnto the most holy. O lie .
Thou li'st, false Echo! their minds as vertue be iust. Iust .
Mock'st thou those diamonds which only be matcht by the gods? Ods .
Ods! what an ods is there! since them to the heau'ns I preferre. Erre .
Tell yet againe me the names of these faire form'd to doe euils? Deuills .
Deuils! if in hell such deuils do abide, to the hell I doe go. Goe .
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