Love

The Louer to a Centlewoman, that after great friendship without desart or cause of mislyking refused him

by George Turberville c. 1540–c. 1610

From Epitaphes, Epigrams, Songs and Sonets (1567)

Love

HAue you not heard it long ago
of cunning Fawkners tolde,
That Haukes which loue their kéepers call
are woorth their weight in Golde?
And such as knowe the luring voice
of him that féedes them still:
And neuer rangle farre abroade
against the kéepers will,
Doe farre excéede the haggarde Hauke
that stoopeth to no stale:
Nor forceth on the Lure awhit,
but mounts with euery gale?
Yes, yes, I know you know it well,
and I by proufe haue tride,
That wylde and haggard Hawkes are worse
than such as will abide.
Yet is there eke another kinde,
farre worser than the rest:
And those are they that flie at check,
and stoupe to erie gest.
They leaue the lawe that nature taught
and shun their woonted kinde,
In fléeing after erie Foule
that mounteth with the winde.
You know what I doe meane by this,
if not, giue eare a while:
And I shall shewe you my conceyte
in plaine and simple stile.
You were sometime a gentle Hawke,
and woont to féede on fist:
And knew my luring voice right well
and would repaire at list.
I could no sooner make a beck
or token with my hand,
But you would quickly iudge my will
and how the case did stand.
But now you are become so wylde
and rammage to be séene,
As though you were a haggard Hawke,
your maners altred cléene.
You now refuse to come to fist,
you shun my woonted call:
My luring lyketh not your eare,
you force mée not at all.
You flée with wings of often chaunge
at random where you please:
But that in time will bréede in you
some fowle and fell disease.
Liue like a haggard still therefore,
and for no luring care:
For best (I sée) contents thy minde
at wishe and will to fare.
So some perhaps will liue in hope
at length to light on thée,
That earst reclaimde so gentle werte
and louing birde to mée,
But if thou chaunce to fall to check,
and force on erie fowle,
Thou shalt be worse detested then,
than is the nightish Owle.
This counsell take of him that once
did kéepe thée at his beck:
But now giues vp in open field
for feare of filthie check.

MLA

Turberville, George. “The Louer to a Centlewoman, that after great friendship without desart or cause of mislyking refused him.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/turberville/16/.

Chicago

Turberville, George. “The Louer to a Centlewoman, that after great friendship without desart or cause of mislyking refused him.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/turberville/16/.

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