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Fie, Pleasure, Fie! by George Gascoigne


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 sour ale some season,
To eat brown bread with homely hands in hall,
Doth much increase man's appetites, by reason,
And makes the sweet more sugared that ensues,
Since minds of men do still seek after news.

It might suffice that Love hath built his bower
Between my lady's lively shining eyes;
It were enough that beauty's fading flower
Grows ever fresh with her in heavenly wise;
It had been well that she were fair of face,
And yet not rob all other dames of grace.

To muse in mind, how wise, how fair, how good,
How brave, how frank, how courteous, and how true
My lady is, doth but inflame my blood
With humours such as bid my health adieu:
Since hap always when it is clomb* on high, [climbed]
Doth fall full low, though erst* it reached the sky. [before]

Lo, pleasure, lo! lo, thus I lead a life
That laughs for joy and trembleth oft for dread;
Thy pangs are such as call for change's knife
To cut the twist, or else to stretch the thread,
Which holds yfeer* the bundle of my bliss: [in fear]
Fie, pleasure, fie! I dare not trust to this.

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