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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Extracts from The Pastime of Pleasure: Amoure Laments the Absence of La Belle Pucel
By Stephen Hawes (d. 1523)
[From Canto xx.]

THEN agayne I went to the tower melodious
Of good dame Musicke, my leaue for to take;
And priuely with these wordes dolorous
I saied; O tower, thou maiest well aslake 1
Suche melody nowe in the more to make:        5
The gemme is gone of all famous port 2
That was chefe cause of the great comfort.
Whilome thou was the faire tower of light,
But nowe thou art replete with darkenes,
She is nowe gone, that shone in the so bright.        10
Thow wast sometime the tower of gladnes,
Now maist thou be the tower of heauines,
For the chefe is gone of all thy melody,
Whose beauty cleare made most swete armony.
The faire carbuncle, so full of clearenes,        15
That in the truely did most purely shine,
The pearle of pitie, replete with swetenes,
The gentle gillofloure, the goodly columbine,
The redolent plante of the dulcet vyne,
The dede aromatike may no more encense,        20
For she is so farre out of thy presence.
Ah, ah! truely, in the time so past
Mine errande was, the often for to se;
Nowe for to enter I may be agast
When thou art hence, the starre of beauty,        25
For all my delite was to beholde the:
Ah Tower, Tower! all my ioye is gone;
In me to enter comfort there is none.
So then inwardly my selfe bewaylyng
In the tower I went, into the habitacle        30
Of dame Musicke, where she was singyng
The ballades swete, in her fayre tabernacle;
Alas, thought I, this is no spectacle
To fede mine eyen, whiche are nowe all blynde,
She is not here, that I was wont to finde.        35
Then of dame Musicke, with all lowlines,
I did take my leaue, withouten tariyng;
She thanked me with all her mekenes.
And all alone, forthe I went musyng:
Ah, ah, quoth I, my loue and likyng        40
Is nowe farre hence, on whom my whole delite
Daiely was set vpon her to haue sight.
Farewell, swete harte, farewell, farewel, farewel,
Adieu, adieu, I wouldne I were you by;
God geue me grace with you sone to dwell        45
Like as I did for to se you dayly;
Your lowly cheare and gentle company
Reioysed my hart with fode most delicate,
Mine eyen to se you were insaciate.
Note 1. cease. [back]
Note 2. behaviour. [back]

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