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A19946	Dauisons poems, or, A poeticall rapsodie Deuided into sixe bookes. The first, contayning poems and deuises. The second, sonets and canzonets. The third, pastoralls and elegies. The fourth, madrigalls and odes. The fift, epigrams and epitaphs. The sixt, epistles, and epithalamions. For variety and pleasure, the like neuer published.; Poetical rapsody	Davison, Francis, 1575?-1619?	1621 (1621)	STC 6376; ESTC S109387	98,578	288

is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wilde beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike XI POEM WHen I to you of all my woes complaine Which you make me endure without release With scornefull smiles you answere me againe That louers true must beare and hold their peace Deere I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall do XII POEM IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flight Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lawlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sunne that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest XIII POEM A P●●● in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame na●ure hath beene scant In dealing beau●ies gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. XIIII POEM Loues contentment DEath is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lenghtning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath ty'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I need When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote beleeu'd I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals vnheard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which he inclosde I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if here that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To plead for loue and cleere my selfe withall What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my mind afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard on which I thinke I die Thine angry tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heare be not allaid No stay of slight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numin votis XV. POEM A repentant Poem THough late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decay What though thou long haue straid awry In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue beene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to floods of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angry Iudges eares And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleed streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angry Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall thy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to fly Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sinne is too too strong I striue to rise sinne keepes me downe I fly from sinne sinne followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne Weake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want XVI POEM Vnions Iewell DIuers rare Iems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarits in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall Iems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Dutstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line Whom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take Whose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioyn Scots Saxon Norman blood in our Kings line For their childe Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed Who sprung from out William Conquerors bed The third Matild their first King Dauid married Earle Waldoffes daughter Neece to great K. William Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second

Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry Another Margaret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margaret spring Who by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our King To haue married to his Sonne would haue beene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death said nay Which onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring When he his sonne married to th' heire of France Isbell by whom since all our Kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of thē haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent With second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they dyed then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert nam'd whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt King Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In marriage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourh Edward King From both whom great'st Margaret of all descended From whom fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all VVhich euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament XVII POEM Or Panegyricke to my Soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great Oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc't round about with rockes from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft beene torne And greatest wounds by her owne blowes hath borne But all the fractions now which man did make Since it in one whole number nature gaue Are added vp and brought to one great stake And being all sum'de vp one totall haue For Brittaine now to all the diuidend In one whole quotient all doth comprehend For thou the Monarch of this westerne I le Now all her shiuered parts hast brought together Spreading thy Empires wings eight hundred mile In length and foure in breadth there staying neither But ore old Oceans breast thy arme doth stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iuda thou the Tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did runne amaine Is now dride vp that euery Tribe may well To other go thou hast broke downe the wall Which Adrian made and which we Picticke call Thou vertues Orbe where Fame is still ascendent And neuer can her highest auge attaine Conqueror of all hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bountious deeds the euer-running spring To many wealth to all dost gladnesse bring The Muses dearling who with golden Pen And silu'red tongue thy princely mind canst tell In whom learning a Princes richest Iemme Both humane and diuine abounding dwell The great contriuer of this triple I le To one Imperiall Diadem and stile The royall product of the princely Doue Which Englands Noah from peaces Arke sent forth After warres deluge who Oliue branch of loue Dost bring with thee in thy returne from North How ioyfully did Brittaine reach her hand To take thee in t ' the Arke of this her land With great Eliza glory of her owne Wonder of future times true Churches nurse The ancient faiths reuiuer on whom were shewne Heauens blessings all mens prayers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sunne did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our summers peace did close at her cold death VVithout warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seem'd to be Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble Conquerors blood VVhich euer in any part with warlike feete Of this great Iles circumference haue stood With thy faire Queene a sea whither do runne Streames of all royall blood of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring Whereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great off-springs both of many a Noble King An antidote sh ' against this lands annoy In whose milde lookes hath princely maiestie A marriage made with modest courtesie She vertues booke bound in a golden couer Wherein nature hath writ with Gods owne quill All beauties learning where thou her true louer Maist reade sweete lectures of delight at will And on the frame of whose diuinest feature All graces shine that can be in a creature Sprung of a double knit to a triple King Late quadruple the holy number Three Gratefull to God did seeme more apt to bring Peace to this Land with loue and vnity Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beauty makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starrs do raise Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all our praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy blisse and gaine Heere endeth the Poems I. DEVICE A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiesty at the Lord Chancelors house 1601. A Marriner with a Boxe vnder his arme contayning all the seuerall things following supposed to come from the Carrick came into the Presence singing this Song CYnthia Queene of Seas and Lands That fortune euery where commands Sent forth fortune to the Sea To try her fortune euery way There did I fortune meet which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King All the Nymphs of Thetis traine Did Cinthias fortunes entertaine Many a Iewell many a Iem Was to her fortune brought by them Her fortune sped so well as makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King Fortune that it might be seene That she did serue a