{"id":"01KG6S6WX84STK79Q71QPF31JP","cid":"bafkreifhptb2nsigu2kqvujfsdu73w6wibnur7cjoz7j474mbma2hosbvq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":8589,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.288Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":8465,"text":"In blacke morne I, all feares feorne I,\nLoue hath forborne me, liming in thuall:\nHart is bleeding, all helpe needing,\nO cruell freedling, fraughted with gall.\nMy shepherds pipe can found no dcale,\nMy weathers bell rings dolefull knell,\nMy curcule dogge that wont to haue plaid,\nI laws not at all but fetmes afraid,\nWith fighes so depe, procures to weepe,\nIn howling wife, to lee my dolefull plight,\nHow fighes refound through harties ground\nLike a thousand vanquiths men in blodte fight.\n\n![img-0.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSACJX0GTMN18D6XD30RF)\n\n<!-- [Page 393](arke:01KG6QFYKH9CWR25DDCQR86S20) -->\n^{}[]\n\n<!-- [Page 394](arke:01KG6QFYJW8XBV023PGA6YQ3CZ) -->\n![img-0.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSBDQNJ6A5P288F650QZ4)\n\nCleare we's spring not, fweere birds sing not,\nGreene plants being not tortis their die,\nHeards stands weeping flocks all sleeping,\nNymphes blacke peeping fearefully:\nAll our pleasure knowne to vspore Swainne\nAll our merrie meetings on the plaines,\nAll our evening sport from wn tled,\nAll our loue is loft, for loue is dead,\nFarewell sweet loue thy like nere was,\nFor afweet content the cause of all my woe,\nPoore Coridon mutl hue alone,\nOrbet helpe for hun I see that there is none.\n\n![img-1.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSDFF88M89K92RK08GDN2)\n\n<!-- [Page 395](arke:01KG6QFYKSJF24823J4F393489) -->\n^{}[]\n\n<!-- [Page 396](arke:01KG6QFYKMJERC5KV01F4EKAGT) -->\nWhen as thine eye hath chefe the Dame,\nAnd flakie the desire that thou fhouldit fixke,\nLet reafon rule things wor thy blame,\nAs well as fancy (partly all might)\nTake counfell of some wifer I end,\nNeither too young, nor yet vowed.\n\nAnd when thou comft thy tale to tell,\nS nooch not thy toong with filed talke,\nLeaft the fome lubrill yeactife tinell,\nA Copple foone can finde a halt,\nBut plainly fay thou louft her well,\nAnd fet her perfon forth to fale.\n\nD\n\n![img-0.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSCQTZRMQZ6RAHZME3C0W)\n\n<!-- [Page 397](arke:01KG6QFYKP6CW9CRQJHQ3Q0YP8) -->\n^{}[]\n\n<!-- [Page 398](arke:01KG6QFYNGFG7NTV8K2DG51KMB) -->\n![img-0.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSE0TSAEJRPTJ9F3G8JMQ)\n\nWhat though her frowning browses be bent\nHer cloudy lookes will calme yer night,\nAnd then too late the will repent,\nThat thus deflembled her delight.\nAnd twice desire yer it be day,\nThat which with icorne the put away.\n\nWhat though the firtue to try her strength,\nAnd ban and braule, and say the nay:\nHer feeble force will yeeld at length,\nWhen craft hath taught her thus to say:\nHad women beene so strong as men\nIn faith you had not had it then.\n\n![img-1.jpeg](arke:01KG6RSGD3VXJ5KNHSVGWHJPEN)\n\n<!-- [Page 399](arke:01KG6QFYMH8RVEXXP8SBS4T31A) -->\n^{}[]\n\n<!-- [Page 400](arke:01KG6QFYQYHKARXDCW83170C4D) -->\nAnd to her will frame all thy waies,\nSpare not to spend, and chiefly there,\nWhere thy defact may merit praise\nBy ringing in thy Ladies care,\nThe strongest castle, tower and towne,\nThe golden bullet beats it downe.\n\nSerue alwaies with affured trust,\nAnd in thy lute be humble true,\nValette thy Lady proue vinst,\nPraise neuer thou to chuse a new:\nWhen time shall serue, be thou not flacke,\nTo proffer though she put thee back.\n\n<!-- [Page 401](arke:01KG6QHPC3XS6K9BP96XD5BF5H) -->\n^{}[]\n\n<!-- [Page 402](arke:01KG6QHPKQ3AMWCR384SBS5V4H) -->\n# PROSPECTS\n\nThe wiles and guides that women work,\nDifembled with an outward flow:\nThe tricks and toyes that in them lurke,\nThe Cock that treads the shall not know,\nHave you not heard it laid full off,\nA Womans nay doth stand for nought.\n\nThinks Women still to strite with men,\nTo finne and neuer for to faint,\nThere is no heaven (by holy then)\nWhen time with age shall them attains,\nWere koffes all the toyes in bed,\nOne Woman would another wed.\n\nBut for enough, too much I feare,\nLeast that my outstree feare my song,\nShe will not stick to round me on th are,\nTo teach my young to be so long:\nYet will she bluth, here be it said,\nTo heare her secrets so bewraid.\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4G9E6FAMK01RG3B9YVWK","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6WX9PTGGSK5MA8Y618FM","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:53.160Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:24:58.053Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}