acquitted Or what excesse that is not amply payed Or suffer more that I haue not endured What cruell minde what angry breast displayed With sauage heart to fiercenesse so adiured Would not such mortall griefe make milde tender But that which my fell Shepheardesse doth render Now as I haue perceiued well thy reasons Which thou hast had or hast yet to forget me The paines the griefes the guilts of forced treasons That I haue done wherein thou first didst set me The passions and thine eares and eyes refusing To peare and see me meaning to vndoe me Cam'st thou to know or be but once perusing Th'vn sought occasions which thou gau'st vnto me Thou should'st not haue where-with to more torment me Nor I to pay the fault my rashnesse lent me FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Montana the Shepheard his loue to Aminta I Serue Aminta whiter then the snowe Straighter then Cedar brighter then the glasse More fine in trip then foote of running Roe More pleasant then the field of flowring grasse More gladsome to my withering ioyes that fade Then Winters Sunne or Summers cooling shade Sweeter then swelling Grape of ripest wine Softer then feathers of the fairest Swan Smoother then let more stately then the Pine Fresher then Poplat smaller then my span Clearer then Phaebus fierie pointed beame Or Icie crust of Christals frozen streame Yet is she curster then the Beare by kinde And harder harted then the aged Oake More glib then Oyle more fickle then the winde More stiffe then steele no sooner bent but broake Loe thus my seruice is a lasting sore Yet will I serue although I die therefore FINIS Shep. Tonie ¶ The Shepheards sorrow for his Phaebes disdaine OH Woods vnto your walkes my body hies To loose the trayterous bonds of tyring Loue Where trees where hearbs where flowers Their natiue moisture poures From forth their tender stalkes to helpe mine eyes Yet their vnited teares may nothing moue When I behold the faire adorned tree Which lightnings force and Winters frost resists Then Daphnes ill betide And Phaebus lawlesse pride Enforce me say euen such my sorrowes be For selfe-disdaine in Phaebes heart consists If I behold the flowers by morning teares Looke louely sweet Ah then forlorne I crie Sweet showers for Memnon shed All flowers by you are fed Whereas my pitteous plaint that still appeares Yeelds vigour to her scornes and makes me die When I regard the pretty glee-full bird With teare-full yet delightfull notes complaine I yeeld a terror with my teares And while her musicke wounds mine eares Alas say I when will my notes afford Such like remorce who still be-weepe my paine When I behold vpon the leafelesse bough The haplesse bird lament her Loues depart I draw her biding nigh And sitting downe I sigh And sighing say Alas that birds auow A setled faith yet Phaebe scornes my smart Thus wearie in my walke and wofull too I spend the day fore-spent with daily griefe Each obiect of distresse My sorrow doth expresse I doate on that which doth my hart vndoe And honour her that scornes-to yeeld reliefe FINIS I. F. ¶ Espilus and Therion their contention in Song for the May-Lady Espilus TVne vp my voyce a higher note I yeeld To high conceit the Song must needs be hie More high then stars more firme then flintie field Are all my thoughts in which I liue and die Sweet soule to whom I vowed am a slaue Let not wild woods so great a treasure haue Therion The highest note comes oft from basest minde As shallow Brookes doe yeeld the greatest sound Seeke other thoughts thy life or death to finde Thy starres be falne plowed is thy flinty ground Sweet soule let not a wretch that serueth sheep Among his Flock so sweet a treasure keep Espilus Two thousand Sheepe I haue as white as milke Though not so white as is thy louely face The pasture rich the wooll as soft as silke All this I giue let me possesse thy grace But still take heed lest thou thy selfe submit To one that hath no wealth wants his wit Therion Two thousand Deere in wildest woods I haue Them can I take but you I cannot hold He is not poore who can his freedome saue bound but to you no wealth but you I would But take this beast if beasts you feare to misse For of his beasts the greatest beast he is Both kneeling to her Maiestie Espilus Iudge you to whom all beauties force is lent Therion Iudge you of loue to whom all loue is bent This Song was sung before the Queenes most excellent Maiestie in Wansted Garden as a contention betweene a Forrester and a Shepheard for the May-Ladie FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ Olde Melibeus Song courting his Nimph. LOues Queene long waiting for her true-Loue Slaine by a Boare which he had chased Left off her teares and me embraced She kist me sweet and call'd me new-Loue With my siluer haire she toyed In my stayed lookes she ioyed Boyes shee sayd breede beauties sorrow Olde men cheere it euen and morrow My face she nam'd the seate of fauour All my defects her tongue defended My shape she prais'd but most commended My breath more sweete then Balme in sauour Be old man with me delighted Loue for loue shall be requited With her toyes at last she wone me Now she coyes that hath vndone me ¶ The Shepheard Syluanus his Song MY life young Shepheardesse for thee Of needes to death must post But yet my griefe must stay with me After my life is lost The grieuous ill by death that cured is Continually hath remedy at hand But not that torment that is like to this That in slow time and Fortunes meanes doth stand And if this sorrow cannot be Ended with life at most What then doth this thing profit me A sorrow wonne or lost Yet all is one to me as now I trie a flattering hope or that that had not beene yet For if to day for want of it I die Next day I doe no lesse for hauing seene it Faine would I die to end and free This grieefe that kills me most If that it might be lost with me Or die when life is lost FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Coridons Song A Blithe and bonny Country-Lasse heigh hoe bonny-Lasse Sate sighing on the tender grasse and weeping said will none come wooe me A smicker Boy a lither Swaine heigh hoe a smicker Swaine That in his loue was wanton faine with smiling lookes straight came vnto her When as the wanton Wench espied heigh hoe when she espied The meanes to make her selfe a Bride she simpred smooth like bonnie-bell The Swaine that saw her squint-eyed kinde heigh hoe squint-eyed kinde His armes about her body twin'd and said Faire Lasse how fare ye well The Countrie-Kit said well forsooth heigh hoe well forsooth But that I haue a longing tooth a longing tooth that makes me crie Alas said he what garres thy griefe heigh hoe what garres thy griefe A wound quoth she without
foolish I to like of folly To conuerse where honour thronged to my pleasures linked wholy Now I see and seeing sorrow that the day consum'd returnes not Who dare trust vpon to morrow when nor time nor life soiournes not FINIS Thom. Lodge ¶ Perigot and Cuddies Roundelay IT fell vpon a holy-Eue hey hoe holy-day When holy-Fathers wont to shriue now ginneth this Roundelay Sitting vpon a hill so hie hey hoe the high hill The while my Flock did feede thereby the while the Shepheards selfe did spill I saw the bouncing Belly-bone hey hoe Bonny-bell Tripping ouer the Dale alone she can trip it very well Well decked in a Frock of gray hey hoe gray is greete And in a Kirtle of greene Say the greene is for Maydens meete A Chaplet on her head she wore hey hoe the Chaplet Of sweet Violets therein was store she 's sweeter then the Violet My Sheepe did leaue their wonted food hey hoe silly Sheepe And gaz'd on her as they were wood wood as he that did them keepe As the Bonny-lasse passed by hey hoe Bonny-lasse She rol'd at me with glauncing eye as cleare as the Christall-glasse All as the Sunnie-beame so bright hey hoe the Sun-beame Glaunceth from Phoebus face forth-right so loue into my heart did streame Or as the thunder cleaues the clouds hey hoe the thunder Wherein the lightsome leuin shrouds so cleaues my soule asunder Or as Dame Cynthias siluer ray hey hoe the Moone-light Vpon the glistering waue doth play such play is a pitteous plight The glaunce into my heart did glide hey hoe the glider There-with my soule was sharply gride such wounds soone wexen wider Hasting to raunch the arrow out hey hoe Perigot I left the head in my heart roote it was a desperate shot There it rankleth aye more and more hey hoe the arrow Ne can I finde salue for my sore loue is a curelesse sorrow And though my bale with death I bought hey hoe heauie cheere Yet should thilke Lasse not from my thought so you may buy gold too deere But whether in painefull loue I pine hey hoe pinching paine Or thriue in wealth she shall be mine but if thou can her obtaine And if for gracelesse griefe I dye hey hoe gracelesse griefe Witnesse she slew me with her eye let thy folly be the preefe And you that saw it simple sheepe hey hoe the faire Flocke For priefe thereof my death shall weepe and moane with many a mocke So learn'd I loue on a holy-Eue hey hoe holy-day That euer since my heart did grieue now endeth our Roundelay FINIS Edm. Spencer ¶ Phillida and Coridon IN the merry month of May In a morne by breake of day Forth I walked by the Wood-side When as May was in his pride There I spied all alone Phillida and Coridon Much a-doo there was God wot He would loue and she would not She said neuer man was true He said none was false to you He said he had lou'd her long She said Loue should haue no wrong Coridon would kisse her then She said Maides must kisse no men Till they did for good and all Then she made the Shepheard call All the heauens to witnesse truth Neuer lou'd a truer Youth Thus with many a pretty oath Yea and nay and faith and troath Such as silly Shepheards vse When they will not Loue abuse Loue which had beene long deluded Was with kisses sweet concluded And Phillida with garlands gay Was made the Lady of the May. FINIS N. Breton ¶ To Colin Cloute. BEautie sate bathing by a Spring where fairest shades did hide her The windes blew calme the birds did sing the coole streames ranne beside her My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye to see what was forbidden But better Memory said fie so vaine Desire was chidden Hey nonnie nonnie c. Into a slumber then I fell when fond imagination Seemed to see but could not tell her feature or her fashion But euen as Babes in dreames doe smile and sometime fall a weeping So I awakt as wise this while as when I fell a sleeping Hey nonnie nonnie c. FINIS Shepheard Tonie ¶ Rowlands Song in praise of the fairest Beta O Thou siluer Thames ô clearest christall flood Beta alone the Phaenix is of all thy watry brood The Queene of Virgins onely she And thou the Queene of flouds shalt be Let all the Nimphs be ioyfull then to see this happy day Thy Beta now alone shall be the subiect of my Lay. With daintie and delightsome straines of sweetest Virelayes Come louely Shepheards sit we downe and chaunt our Betas praise And let vs sing so rare a verse Our Betas praises to rehearse That litle Birds shall silent be to heare poore Shepheards sing And Riuers backward bend their course flow vnto the spring Range all thy Swannes faire Thames together on a ranke And place them duly one by one vpon thy stately banke Then set together all a-good Recording to the siluer flood And craue the tunefull Nightingale to helpe ye with her Lay The Osell and the Thrustlecocke chiefe musicke of our May. O see what troupes of Nimphs beene sporting on the strands And they beene blessed Nimphs of peace with Oliues in their hands How merrily the Muses sing That all the flowrie Meddowes ring And Beta sits vpon the banke in purple and in pall And shee the Queene of Muses is and weares the Coronall Trim vp her golden tresses with Apollos sacred tree O happy sight vnto all those that loue and honour thee The blessed Angels haue prepar'd A glorious Crowne for thy reward Not such a golden Crowne as haughty Caesar weares But such a glittering starrie Crowne as Ariadne beares Make her a goodly Chaplet of azurd Cullumbine And wreath about her Coronet with sweetest Eglantine Bedeck our Beta all with Lillies And the dainty Daffadillies With Roses Damaske white and red and fairest flowre-Delice With Cowslips of Ierusalem and Cloaues of Paradice O thou faire Torch of heauen the dayes most dearest light And thou bright-shining Cynthia the glory of the night You starres the eyes of heauen And thou the gliding leuen And thou O gorgeous Iris with all strange colours dyed When she streames forth her rayes then dasht is all your pride See how the Day stands still admiring of her face And Time loe stretcheth forth his armes thy Beta to embrace The Syrens sing sweet Layes The Trytons sound her praise Goe passe on Thames and hie thee fast vnto the Ocean Sea And let thy billowes there proclaime thy Betas holy-day And water thou the blessed roote of that greene Oliue tree With whose sweet shadow all thy bankes with peace preserued be Laurell for Poets and Conquerours And Mirtle for Loues Paramours That fame may be thy fruit the boughs preseru'd by peace And let the mournfull Cypres die now stormes and tempest cease Wee le strew the shoare with pearle where Beta walkes alone And we will paue her Princely Bower with richest Indian stone Perfume the ayre
loues thee not Louely and gentle Mayde Thy hope is quite betrayde which my heart doth greeue Corin is vnkinde to thee Though thou thinke contrarie His loue is growne as light As is his Faulcons flight this sweet Nimph beleeue Mopsus daughter that young mayde Her bright eyes his heart hath strayde From his affecting thee Now there is none but shee that is Corins blisse Phillis men the Virgin call She is Buxome faire and tall Yet not like Phillida If I my minde might say eyes oft deeme amisse He commends her beauty rare Which with thine may not compare He doth extoll her eye Silly thing if thine were by thus conceit can erre He is rauish'd with her breath Thine can quicken life in death He praiseth all her parts Thine winnes a world of harts more if more there were Looke sweet Nimph vpon thy Flock They stand still and now feede not As if they shar'd with thee Griefe for this iniurie offred to true loue Pretty Lambkins how they moane And in bleating seeme to groane That any Shepheards Swaine Should cause their Mistresse paine by affects remoue If you looke but on the grasse It 's not halfe so greene as 't was When I began my tale But is as witherd pale all in meere remorce Marke the Trees that bragd euen now Of each goodly greene-leau'd bow They seeme as blasted all Ready for Winters fall such is true loues force The gentle murmur of the Springs Are become contrary things They haue forgot their pride And quite forsake their glide as if charm'd they stand And the flowers growing by Late so fresh in euery eye See how they hang the head As on a suddaine dead dropping on the sand The birds that chaunted it yer-while Ere they heard of Corins guile Sit as they were afraide Or by some hap dismaide for this wrong to thee Harke sweet Phil how Philomell That was wont to sing so well Iargles now in yonder bush Worser then the rudest Thrush as it were not shee Phillida who all this while Neither gaue a sigh or smile Round about the field did gaze As her wits were in a maze poore despised Mayd And reuiued at the last After streames of teares were past Leaning on her Shepheards hooke With a sad and heauie looke thus poore soule she sayd Harpalus I thanke not thee For this sorry tale to mee Meete me here againe to morrow Then I will conclude my sorrow mildly if may be With their Flocks they home doe fare Eithers heart too full of care If they doe meete againe Then what they furder sayne you shall here from me FINIS Shep. Tonic ¶ The Nimphes meeting their May Queene entertaine her with this Dittie VVIth fragrant flowers we strew the way And make this our chiefe holy-day For though this clime were blest of yore Yet was it neuer proud before O beauteous Queene of second Troy Accept of our vnfained ioy Now th' Ayre is sweeter then sweet Balme And Satyres dance about the Palme Now earth with verdure newly dight Giues perfect signes of her delight O beauteous Queene c. Now birds record new harmonie And trees doe whistle melodie Now euery thing that Nature breedes Doth clad it selfe in pleasant weedes O beauteous Queene c. FINIS Tho. Watson ¶ Colin Clouts mournfull Dittie for the death of Astrophell SHepheards that wont on pipes of Oaten Reede Oft-times to plaine your Loues concealed smart And with your pitteous Layes haue learn'd to breede Compassion in a Country-Lasses hart Harken ye gentle Shepheards to my Song And place my dolefull plaint your plaints among To you alone I sing this mournfull verse The mournfulst verse that euer man heard tell To you whose softned hearts it may impierce With dolours dart for death of Astrophell To you I sing and to none other wight For well I wot my rimes beene rudely dight Yet as they beene if any nicer wit Shall hap to heare or couet them to reade Thinke he that such are for such one 's most fit Made not to please the liuing but the dead And if in him found pitty euer place Let him be mou'd to pitty such a case FINIS Edm. Spencer ¶ Damaetas Iigge in praise of his Loue. IOlly Shepheard Shepheard on a hill on a hill so merrily on a hill so cherily Feare not Shepheard there to pipe thy fill Fill euery Dale fill euery Plaine both sing and say Loue feeles no paine Iolly Shepheard Shepheard on a greene on a greene so merrily on a greene so cherily Be thy voyce shrill be thy mirth seene Heard to each Swaine seene to each Trull Both sing and say Loues ioy is full Iolly Shepheard Shepheard in the Sunne in the Sunne so merrily in the Sunne so cherily Sing forth thy Songs and let thy rimes runne Downe to the Dales to the hills aboue both sing and say No life to loue Iolly Shepheard Shepheard in the shade in the shade so merrily in the shade so cherily Ioy in thy life life of Shepheards trade Ioy in thy loue loue full of glee both sing and say Sweet Loue forme Iolly Shepheard Shepheard here or there here or there so merrily here or there so cherily Or in thy chat either at thy cheere In euery ligge in euery Lay both sing and say Loue lasts for aye Iolly Shepheard Shepheard Daphnis Loue Daphnis loue so merrily Daphnis loue so cherily Let thy fancie neuer more remoue Fancie be fixt fixt not to fleete still sing and say Loues yoake is sweet FINIS Iohn Wootton ¶ Montanus praise of his faire Phaebe PHaebe sate Sweet she sate sweet sate Phaebe when I saw her White her brow Coy her eye brow and eye how much you please me Words I spent Sighs I sent sighs and words could neuer draw her Oh my Loue Thou art lost since no sight could euer ease thee Phaebe sate By a Fount sitting by a Fount I spide her Sweet her touch Rare her voyce touch and voyce what may distaine you As she sung I did sigh And by sighs whilst that I tride her Oh mine eyes You did loose her first sight whose want did paine you Phaebes Flocks White as wooll yet were Phoebes lookes more whiter Phaebes eyes Doue-like mild Doue-like eyes both mild and cruell Montane sweares In your Lamps he will die for to delight her Phaebe yeeld Or I die shall true hearts be fancies fuell FINIS Thom. Lodge ¶ The complaint of Thestilis the forsaken Shepheard THestilis a silly Swaine when Loue did him forsake In mournfull wise amid the Woods thus gan his plaint to make Ah wofull man quoth he falne is thy lot to mone And pine away with carefull thoughts vnto thy Loue vnknowne Thy Nimph forsakes thee quite whom thou didst honour so That aye to her thou wert a friend but to thy selfe a foe Ye Louers that haue lost your hearts-desired choyce Lament with me my cruell hap and helpe my trembling voyce Was neuer man that stood so great in Fortunes grace Nor with his sweat
Praised be her beames the glory of the night Prais'd be her power by which all powers abound Prais'd be her Nimphs with whom she decks the Woods Prais'd be her Knights in whom true honour liues Prais'd be that force by which she moues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the Spheares She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure Eternity in her oft change she beares She beauty is by her the faire endure Time weares her not she doth his Chariot guide Mortality below her Orbe is plast By her the vertue of the starres downe slide In her is Vertues perfect Image cast A knowledge pure it is her woorth to know With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so FINIS Ignoto ¶ The Shepheards dumpe LIke desart Woods with darksome shades obscured Where dreadful beasts where hatefull horror raigneth Such is my wounded heart whom sorrow paineth The Trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell loue within my heart maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The ghastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wadge me warre whilst heart no succour gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighs by cares procured Which forth I send whilst weeping eye complaineth To coole the heate the helplesse heart containeth But shafts but cares sighs horrors vnrecured Were nought esteem'd if for their paines awarded Your Shepheards loue might be by you regarded FINIS S. E. D. ¶ The Nimph Dianaes Song VVHen that I poore soule was borne I was borne vnfortunate Presently the Fates had sworne To fore-tell my haplesse state Titan his faire beames did hide Phaebe ' clips'd her siluer light In my birth my Mother died Young and faire in heauie plight And the Nurse that gaue me suck Haplesse was in all her life And I neuer had good luck Being mayde or married wife I lou'd well and was belou'd And forgetting was forgot This a haplesse marriage mou'd Greeuing that it kills me not With the earth would I were wed Then in such a graue of woes Daily to be buried Which no end nor number knowes Young my Father married me Forc'd by my obedience Syrenus thy faith and thee I forgot without offence Which contempt I pay so farre Neuer like was paid so much Iealousies doe make me warre But without a cause of such I doe goe with iealous eyes To my Folds and to my Sheepe And with iealousie I rise When the day begins to peepe At his Table I doe eate In his bed with him I lie But I take no rest nor meate Without cruell iealousie If I aske him what he ayles And whereof he iealous is In his answere then he failes Nothing can he say to this In his face there is no cheere But he euer hangs the head In each corner he doth peere And his speech is sad and dead Ill the poore soule liues ywis That so hardly married is FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Rowlands Madrigall FAire Loue rest thee heere Neuer yet was morne so cloere Sweet be not vnkinde Let me thy fauour finde Or else for loue I die Harke this pretty bubling spring How it makes the Meadowes ring Loue now stand my friend Here let all sorrow end And I will honour thee See where little Cupid lyes Looking babies in her eyes Cupid help me now Lend to me thy bowe to wound her that wounded me Here is none to see or tell All our Flocks are feeding by This banke with Roses spred Oh it is a dainty bed fit for my Loue and me Harke the birds in yonder Groaue How they chaunt vnto my Loue Loue be kinde to me As I haue beene to thee for thou hast wonne my hart Calme windes blow you faire Rock her thou sweet gentle ayre O the morne is noone The euening comes too soone to part my Loue and me The Roses and thy lips doe meete Oh that life were halfe so sweet Who would respect his breath That might die such a death oh that life thus might die All the bushes that be neere With sweet Nightingales beset Hush sweet and be still Let them sing their fill there 's none our ioyes to let Sunne why do'st thou goe so fast Oh why do'st thou make such hast It is too earely yet So soone from ioyes to flit why art thou so vnkinde See my little Lambkins runne Looke on them till I haue done Hast not on the night To rob me of her sight that liue but by her eyes Alas sweet Loue we must depart Harke my dogge begins to barke Some bodie 's comming neere They shall not finde vs heere for feare of being chid Take my Garland and my Gloue Weare it for my sake my Loue Tomorrow on the greene Thou shalt be our Shepheards Queene crowned with Roses gay FINIS Michaell Drayton ¶ Alanius the Shepheard his dolefull Song complaining of Ismeniaes crueltie NO more O cruell Nimph now hast thou prayed Enough in thy reuenge proue not thine ire On him that yeelds the fault is now appayed Vnto my cost Now mollifie thy dire Hardnes and brest of thine so much obdured And now raise vp though lately it hath erred A poore repenting soule that in the obscured Darknes of thy obliuion lyes enterred For it falls not in that that should commend thee That such a Swaine as I may once offend thee If that the little Sheepe with speed is flying From angry Shepheard with his words afrayed And runneth here and there with fearefull crying And with great griefe is from the Flock estrayed But when it now perceiues that none doth follow And all alone so farre estraying mourneth Knowing what danger it is in with hollow And fainting bleates then fearefull it returneth Vnto the Flock meaning no more to leaue it Should it not be a iust thing to receaue it Lift vp those eyes Ismenia which so stately To view me thou hast lifted vp before me That liberty which was mine owne but lately Giue me againe and to the same restore me And that mild heart so full of loue and pittie Which thou didst yeeld to me and euer owe me Behold my Nimph I was not then so wittie To know that sincere loue that thou didst shew me Now wofull man full well I know and rue it Although it was too late before I knew it How could it be my enemie say tell me How thou in greater fault and errour being Then euer I was thought should'st thus repell me And with new league and cruell title seeing Thy faith so pure and worthy to be changed And what is that Ismenia that doth bind it To loue whereas the same is most estranged And where it is impossible to finde it But pardon me if herein I abuse thee Since that the cause thou gau'st me doth excuse me But tell me now what honour hast thou gayned Auenging such a fault by thee committed And there-vnto by thy occasion trayned What haue I done that I haue not
coast he cast so great a light That Phaebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis bower wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace In deserts thus to weepe a wofull tale You silent shades and all that dwell therein As birds or beasts or wormes that creepe on ground Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rue the griefe of mine eternall wound And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And while I die for want of my delight Lament the woes through fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke of my desire My cause of loue and shipwrack of my ioyes Phillis is gone that set my heart on fire That clad my thoughts with ruinous annoyes Phillis is fled and bides I wote not where Phillis alas the praise of woman-kinde Phillis the Sunne of this our Hemisphere Whose beames made me and many others blinde But blinded me poore Swaine aboue the rest That like olde Oedipus I liue in thrall Still feele the woorst and neuer hope the best My mirth in moane and honey drown'd in gall Her faire but cruell eyes bewitcht my sight Her sweet but fading speech enthrall'd my thought And in her deedes I reaped such delight As brought both will and libertie to nought Therefore all hope of happinesse adiew Adiew desire the source of all my care Despaire tells me my weale will nere renue Till thus my soule doth passe in Charons Crare Meane time my minde must suffer Fortunes scorne My thoughts still wound like wounds that still are greene My weakened limbs be layd on beds of thorne My life decayes although my death 's fore-seene Mine eyes now eyes no more but Seas of teares Weepe on your fill to coole my burning brest Where loue did place desire twixt hope and feares I say desire the Authour of vnrest And would to God Phillis where ere thou be Thy soule did see the sower of mine estate My ioyes ecclips'd for onely want of thee My being with my selfe at foule debate My humble vowes my sufferance of woe My sobs and sighs and euer-watching eyes My plaintiue teares my wandring to and fro My will to die my neuer-ceasing cries No doubt but then these sorrowes would perswade The doome of death to cut my vitall twist That I with thee amidst th' infernall shade And thou with me might sport vs as we list Oh if thou waite on faire Proserpines traine And hearest Orpheus neere th' Elizian springs Entreate thy Queene to free thee thence againe And let the Thracian guide thee with his strings FINIS Tho. Watson ¶ Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes Firmius OF mine owne selfe I doe complaine And not for louing thee so much But that in deede thy power is such That my true loue it doth restraine And onely this doth giue me paine For faine I would Loue her more if that I could Tell me O haire of gold If I then faultie be That trust those killing eyes I would Since they did warrant me Haue you not seene her moode What streames of teares she spent Till that I sware my faith so stood As her words had it bent Who hath such beautie seene In one that changeth so Or where one loues so constant beene Who euer saw such woe Ah haires you are not grieu'd To come from whence you be Seeing how once you saw I liu'd To see me as you see On sandie banke of late I saw this woman sit Where Sooner die then change my state She with her finger writ Thus my beliefe was stay'd Behold Loues mighty hand On things were by a woman say'd And written in the sand Translated by S. Phil. Sidney out of Diana of Montmaior ¶ A Song betweene Taurisius and Diana answering verse for verse Taurisius THe cause why that thou do'st denie To looke on me sweet foe impart Diana Because that doth not please the eye Which doth offend and grieue the hart Taurisius What woman is or euer was That when she looketh could be mou'd Diana She that resolues her life to passe Neither to loue nor to be lou'd Taurisius There is no heart so fierce and hard That can so much torment a soule Diana Nor Shepheard of so small regard That reason will so much controule Taurisius How falls it out Loue doth not kill Thy crueltie with some remorce Diana Because that Loue is but a will And free-will doth admit no force Taurisius Behold what reason now thou hast To remedie my louing smart Diana The very same bindes me as fast To keepe such danger from my hart Taurisius Why do'st thou thus torment my minde And to what end thy beautie keepe Diana Because thou call'st me still vnkinde And pittilesse when thou do'st weepe Taurisius Is it because thy crueltie In killing me doth neuer end Diana Nay for because I meane thereby My heart from sorrow to defend Taurisius Be bold so foule I am no way As thou do'st thinke faire Shepheardesse Diana With this content thee that I say That I beleeue the same no lesse Taurisius What after giuing me such store Of passions do'st thou mock me too Diana If answeres thou wilt any more Goe seeke them without more adoo FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Another Song before her Maiestie at Oxford sung by a comely Shepheard attended on by sundry other Shepheards and Nimphs HEarbs words and stones all maladies haue cured Hearbs words and stones I vsed when I loued Hearbs smells words winde stones hardnes haue procured By stones nor words nor hearbs her minde was moued I ask'd the cause this was a womans reason Mongst hearbs are weedes and thereby are refused Deceite as well as truth speakes words in season False stones by foiles haue many one abused I sigh'd and then she said my fancie smoaked I gaz'd she said my lookes were follies glancing I sounded dead she said my loue was choaked I started vp she said my thoughts were dancing Oh sacred Loue if thou haue any Godhead Teach other rules to winne a maydenhead FINIS Anonimus ¶ The Shepheards Song a Caroll or Himne for Christmas SWeet Musicke sweeter sarre Then any Song is sweet Sweet Musicke heauenly rare Mine eares O peeres doth greete You gentle Flocks whose fleeces pearl'd with dewe Resemble heauen whom golden drops make bright Listen O listen now O not to you Our pipes make sport to shorten wearie night But voyces most diuine Make blisfull Harmonie Voyces that seeme to shine For what else cleares the skie Tunes can we heare but not the Singers see The tunes diuine and so the Singers be Loe how the firmament Within an azure fold The flock of starres hath pent That we might them behold Yet from their beames proceedeth not this light Nor can their Christals such reflection giue What then doth make the Element so bright The heauens
I doe but say therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs ¶ Cardenia the Nimph to her false Shepheard Faustus FAustus if thou wilt reade from me These few and simple lines By them most clearely thou shalt see How little should accounted be Thy faigned words and signes For noting well thy deedes vnkinde Shepheard thou must not scan That euer it came to my minde To praise thy faith like to the winde Or for a constant man For this in thee shall so be sound As smoake blowne in the aire Or like Quick-siluer turning round Or as a house built on the ground Of sands that doe impaire To firmenesse thou art contrarie More slipp'rie then the Eele Changing as Weather-cocke on hie Or the Camelion on the die Or Fortunes turning wheele Who would beleeue thou wert so free To blaze me thus each houre My Shepheardesse thou liu'st in me My soule doth onely dwell in thee And euery vitall power Pale Atropos my vitall string Shall cut and life offend The streames shall first turne to their spring The world shall end and euery thing Before my loue shall end This loue that thou didst promise me Shepheard where is it found The word and faith I had of thee O tell me now where may they be Or where may they resound Too soone thou did'st the title gaine Of giuer of vaine words Too soone my loue thou did'st obtaine Too soone thou lou'dst Diana in vaine That nought but scornes affords But one thing now I will thee tell That much thy patience moues That though Diana doth excell In beautie yet she keepes not well Her faith not loyall proues Thou then hast chosen each one saith Thine equall and a shrow For if thou hast vndone thy faith Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth So like to like may goe If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee Before Remember Faustus yet my friend That if these speeches doe offend Thy deedes doe hurt me more Thus let each one of vs amend Thou deedes I words so spent For I confesse I blame my pen Doe thou as much so in the end Thy deedes thou doe repent FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Of Phillida AS I beheld I saw a Heardman wilde with his sheepe-hooke a picture fine deface Which he sometime his fancie to beguile had caru'd on bark of Beech in secret place And with despight of most afflicted minde through deepe dispaire of heart for loue dismaid He pull'd euen from the tree the carued rinde and weeping sore these wofull words he said Ah Phillida would God thy picture faire I could as lightly blot out of my brest Then should I not thus rage in deepe dispaire and teare the thing sometime I liked best But all in vaine it booteth not God wot What printed is in heart on tree to blot FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs Melisea her Song in scorne of her Shepheard Narcissus YOung Shepheard turne a-side and moue Me not to follow thee For I will neither kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me Since I will liue and neuer show Then die not for my loue I will not giue For I will neuer haue thee loue me so As I doe meane to hate thee while I liue That since the Louer so doth proue His death as thou do'st see Be bold I will not kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ His answere to the Nimphs Song IF to be lou'd it thee offend I cannot choose but loue thee still And so thy griefe shall haue no end Whiles that my life maintaines my will O let me yet with griefe complaine since such a torment I endure Or else fulfill thy great disdaine to end my life with death most sure For as no credite thou wilt lend and as my loue offends thee still So shall thy sorrowes haue no end whiles that my life maintaines my will If that by knowing thee I could leaue off to loue thee as I doe Not to offend thee then I would leaue off to like and loue thee too But since all loue to thee doth tend and I of force must loue thee still Thy griefe shall neuer haue an end whiles that my life maintaines my will FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Her present answere againe to him ME thinkes thou tak'st the worser way Enamour'd Shepheard and in vaine That thou wilt seeke thine owne decay To loue her that doth thee disdaine For thine owne selfe thy wofull hart Keepe still else art thou much to blame For she to whom thou gau'st each part Of it disdaines to take the same Follow not her that makes a play And lest of all thy griefe and paines And seeke not Shepheard thy decay To loue her that thy loue disdaines FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ His last replie SInce thou to me wert so vnkinde My selfe I neuer loued for I could not loue him in my minde Whom thou faire Mistresse do'st abhorre If viewing thee I saw thee not And seeing thee I could not loue thee Dying I should not liue God wot Nor liuing should to anger moue thee But it is well that I doe finde My life so full of torments for All kinde of ills doe fit his minde Whom thou faire Mistresse do'st abhorre In thy obliuion buried now My death I haue before mine eyes And here to hate my selfe I vow As cruell thou do'st me despise Contented euer thou didst finde Me with thy scornes though neuer for To say the truth I ioyed in minde After thou didst my loue abhorre FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Philon the Shepheard his Song VVHile that the Sunne with his beames hot Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine Philon the Shepheard late forgot Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine In shaddow of a greene Oake-tree Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid hee Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue Vntrue Loue vntrue Loue adiew Loue Your minde is light soone lost for new loue So long as I was in your sight I was your heart your soule and treasure And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure Three dayes endur'd your loue to me And it was lost in other three Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue c. Another Shepheard you did see To whom your heart was soone enchained Full soone your loue was leapt from me Full soone my place he had obtained Soone came a third your loue to win And we were out and he was in Adiew Loue c. Sure you haue made me passing glad That you your minde so soone remoued Before that I the leasure had To choose you for my best beloued For all your loue was past and done Two dayes before it was begun Adiew Loue c. FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs ¶ Lycoris the Nimph her sad Song IN dewe of Roses steeping her louely cheekes Lycoris thus sate weeping Ah Dorus false that hast my heart bereft me And now vnkinde hast left me Heare alas oh heare me Aye me aye
heate refrained wherewith to die poore Louer then he hasted Thinking it death while he his lookes maintained full fixed on her eyes full of pleasure and louely Nectar sweet from them he tasted His daintie Nimph that now at hand espied the haruest of Loues treasure Said thus with eyes all trembling faint and wasted I die now The Shepheard then replied and I sweet life doe die to Thus these two Louers fortunately died Of death so sweet so happy and so desired That to die so againe their life retired FINIS Out of Maister N. Young his Musica Transalpina ¶ Another Stanza added after THirsis enioyed the graces Of Chloris sweet embraces Yet both their ioyes were scanted For darke it was and candle-light they wanted Wherewith kinde Cynthia in the heauen that shined her nightly vaile resigned and her faire face disclosed Then each from others lookes such ioy deriued That both with meere delight died and reuiued FINIS Out of the same ¶ Another Sonnet thence taken ZEphirus brings the time that sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs which Winters frost exileth Progne now chirpeth Philomel lamenteth Flora the Garlands white and red compileth Fields doe reioyce the frowning skie relenteth Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth The ayre the water the earth to ioy consenteth each creature now to loue him reconcileth But with me wretch the stormes of woe perseuer and heauie sighs which from my heart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer so that singing of birds and spring-times flowring And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth are like a Desert and cruell beasts deuouring FINIS ¶ The Shepheards slumber IN Pescod time when Hound to horne giues eare till Buck be kild And little Lads with Pipes of corne sate keeping beasts a field I went to gather Strawberies tho by Woods and Groaues full faire And parcht my face with Phoebus so in walking in the ayre That downe I layde me by a streame with boughs all ouer-clad And there I met the strangest dreame that euer Shepheard had Me thought I saw each Christmas game each reuell all and some And euery thing that I can name or may in fancie come The substance of the sights I saw in silence passe they shall Because I lacke the skill to draw the order of them all But Venus shall not passe my pen whose maydens in disdaine Did feed vpon the hearts of men that Cupids bowe had slaine And that blinde Boy was all in blood be-bath'd vp to the eares And like a Conquerour he stood and scorned Louers teares I haue quoth he more hearts at call then Caesar could command And like the Deare I make them fall that runneth o're the lawnd One drops downe here another there in bushes as they groane I bend a scornfull carelesse eare to heare them make their moane Ah Sir quoth Honest Meaning then thy boy-like brags I heare When thou hast wounded many a man as Hunts-man doth the Deare Becomes it thee to triumph so thy Mother wills it not For she had rather breake thy bowe then thou should'st play the sot What saucie merchant speaketh now said Venus in her rage Art thou so blinde thou knowest not how I gouerne euery age My Sonne doth shoote no shaft in wast to me the Boy is bound He neuer found a heart so chast but he had power to wound Not so faire Goddesse quoth Free-will in me there is a choise And cause I am of mine owne ill if I in thee reioyce And when I yeeld my selfe a slaue to thee or to thy Sonne Such recompence I ought not haue if things be rightly done Why foole stept forth Delight and said when thou art conquer'd thus Then loe dame Lust that wanton Maid thy Mistresse is iwus And Lust is Cupids darling deere behold her where she goes She creepes the milk-warme flesh so neere she hides her vnder close Where many priuie thoughts doe dwell a heauen here on earth For they haue neuer minde of hell they thinke so much on mirth Be still Good Meaning quoth Good Sport let Cupid triumph make For sure his Kingdome shall be short if we no pleasure take Faire Beautie and her play-feares gay the virgins Vestalles to Shall sit and with their fingers play as idle people doe If Honest Meaning fall to frowne and I Good Sport decay Then Venus glory will come downe and they will pine away Indeede quoth Wit this your deuice with strangenesse must be wrought And where you see these women nice and looking to be sought With scowling browes their follies check and so giue them the Fig Let Fancie be no more at beck when Beautie lookes so big When Venus heard how they conspir'd to murther women so Me thought indeede the house was fier'd with stormes and lightning tho The thunder-bolt through windowes burst and in their steps a wight Which seem'd some soule or sprite accurst so vgly was the sight I charge you Ladies all quoth he looke to your selues in hast For if that men so wilfull be and haue their thoughts so chast That they can tread on Cupids brest and martch on Venus face Then they shall sleepe in quiet rest when you shall waile your case With that had Venus all in spight stir'd vp the Dames to ire And Lust fell cold and Beautie white sate babling with Desire Whos 's mutt'ring words I might not marke much whispering there arose The day did lower the Sunne wext darke away each Lady goes But whether went this angry flock our Lord himselfe doth know Wherewith full lowdly crew the Cock and I awaked so A dreame quoth I a dogge it is I take thereon no keepe I gage my head such toyes as this doth spring from lacke of sleepe FINIS ¶ Dispraise of Loue and Louers follies IF Loue be life I long to die Liue they that lift forme And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scapes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which Loue doe entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight If 't hap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that Louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the Mead. Now warre now peace now warre againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife FINIS Ignoto ¶ Another Sonet IN wonted walkes since wonted fancies change Some cause there is which of strange cause doth rise For in each thing whereto my minde doth range Part of my paine me seemes engraued lies The Rockes which were of constant minde the marke In climbing steepe now hard refusall show The shading Woods seeme now my sunne to darke And stately hills disdaine to looke so
thing is loue All worldly wealth in worth as farre doth faile As lowest earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but with selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue require All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accept it for thy prisoner as it is FINIS Ignoto ¶ Colin the enamoured Shepheard singeth this passion of loue O Gentle Loue vngentle for thy deede thou makest my heart a bloodie marke With piercing shot to bleede Shoote soft sweet Loue for feare thou shoote amisse for feare too keene thy arrowes beene And hit the heart where my beloued is Too faire that fortune were nor neuer I shall be so blest among the rest That loue shall ceaze on her by simpathie Then since with Loue my prayers beare no boote this doth remaine to ease my paine I take the wound and die at Venus foote FINIS Geo. Peele ¶ Oenones complaint in blanke verse MElpomene the Muse of tragicke Songs With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue Assist a silly Nimph to waile her woe And leaue thy lustie company behind This lucklesse wreathe becomes not me to weare The Poplar tree for triumph of my loue Then as my ioy my pride of loue is left Be thou vncloathed of thy louely greene And in thy leaues my fortunes written be And then some gentle winde let blow abroad That all the world may see how false of loue False Paris hath to his Oenone beene FINIS Geo. Peele ¶ The Shepheards Consort HArke iolly Shepheards harke yond lustie ringing How cheerefully the Bells daunce the whilst the Lads are springing Goe we then why sit we here delaying And all yond merrie wanton Lasses playing How gaily Flora leades it and sweetly treads it The Woods and Groues they ring louely resounding With Ecchoes sweet rebounding FINIS Out of M. Morleys Madrigals ¶ Thirsis praise of his Mistresse ON a hill that grac'd the plaine Thirsis sate a comely Swaine Comelier Swaine nere grac'd a hill Whilst his Flocke that wandred nie Cropt the greene grasse busilie Thus he tun'd his Oaten quill Ver hath made the pleasant field Many seu'rall odours yeeld Odors aromaticall From faire Astra's cherrie lip Sweeter smells for euer skip They in pleasing passen all Leauie Groues now mainely ring With each sweet birds sonnetting Notes that make the Eccho's long But when Astra tunes her voyce All the mirthfull birds reioyce And are list'ning to her Song Fairely spreads the Damaske Rose Whose rare mixture doth disclose Beauties pensils cannot faine Yet if Astra passe the bush Roses haue beene seene to blush She doth all their beauties staine Phoebus shining bright in skie Gilds the floods heates mountaines hie With his beames all-quickning fire Astra's eyes most sparkling ones Strikes a heate in hearts of stones And enflames them with desire Fields are blest with flowrie wreath Ayre is blest when she doth breath Birds make happy eu'ry Groue She each Bird when she doth sing Phoebus heate to earth doth bring She makes Marble fall in loue Those blessings of the earth we Swaines doe call Astra can blesse those blessings earth and all FINIS W. Browne A defiance to disdainefull Loue. NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud Loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to moue my minde What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as light as winde I feele no heate in all thy fire Goe change thy bow and get a stronger Goe breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised FINIS Ignoto An Epithalamium or a Nuptiall Song applied to the Ceremonies of Marriage Sunne rising AVrora's Blush the Ensigne of the Day Hath wak't the God of Light from Tythons bowre Who on our Bride and Bride-groome doth display His golden Beames auspitious to this Howre Strewing of Flowers Now busie Maydens strew sweet Flowres Much like our Bride in Virgin state Now fresh then prest soone dying The death is sweet and must be yours Time goes on Croutches till that date Birds sledg'd must needes be flying Leade on whiles Phoebus Lights and Hymens Fires Enflame each Heart with Zeale to Loues Desires Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King Going to Church Bride Boyes Forth honour'd Groome behold not farre behind Your willing Bride led by two strengthlesse Boyes For Venus Doues or Thred but single twin'd May draw a Virgin light in Marriage Ioyes Vesta growes pale her Flame expires As yee come vnder Iunos Phane To offer at Ioues Shrine The simpathie of Hearts desires Knitting the Knot that doth containe Two soules in Gordian Twine The Rites are done and now as 't is the guise Loues Fast by Day a Feast must solemnize Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King The Board being spread furnish't with various Plenties Dinner The Brides faire Obiect in the Middle plac'd While she drinkes Nectar eates Ambrosiall dainties And like a Goddesse is admir'd and grac'd Bacchus and Ceres fill their veines Each Heart begins to ope a vent And now the Healths goe round Their Bloods are warm'd chear'd are their Braines All doe applaud their Loues Consent So Loue with Cheare is crown'd Let sensuall soules ioy in full Bowles sweet Dishes True Hearts and Tongues accordin ioyfull wishes Chorus Io to Hymen c. Now whiles slow Howres doe feede the Times delay After-Noone Musicke Confus'd discourse with Musicke mixt among Fills vp the semy-circle of the Day Now drawes the date our Louers wish'd so long A bounteous Hand the Board hath spred Supper Lyeus stirres their Bloods a-new All louiall full of cheare But Phoebus see is gone to Bed Sunne set Loe Hesperus appeares in view And twinckles in his sphere Now ne plus vltra end as you begin Yee waste good Howres Time lost in Loue is sin Chorus Io to Hymen c. Breake off your Complement Musick be dombe And pull your Cases o're your Fiddles cares Cry not a Hall a Hall but Chamber-roome Dauncing is lame Youth 's old at twentie yeares Going to Bed Matrons yee know what followes next Conduct the shame-fac'd Bride to Bed Though to her little rest Yee well can comment on the Text And in Loues learning deepely read Aduise and teach the best Forward's the Word y' are all so in this Arrant Wiues giue the Word their Husbands giue the Warrant Chorus Io to Hymen c. Modestie in the Bride Now droopes our Bride and in her Virgin state Seemes like Electra 'mongst the Pleyades So shrinkes a Mayde when her Herculean Mate Must plucke the fruit in her Hesperides As she 's a Bride she glorious shines Like Cynthia from the Sunnes bright Sphaere Attracting all mens Eyes But as she 's Virgin waines and pines As to the Man she ' approcheth neere So Mayden glory dies But Virgin Beames no reall brightnesse render If they doe shine in darke they shew their splendor Chorus Io to Hymen c. Then let the darke Foyle of the Geniall Bed Extend her brightnesse to his inward sight And by his sence he will be easly led To know her vertue by the absent light Youth 's take his Poynts your wonted right Bride Poynts Garters And Maydens take your due her Garters Take hence the Lights be gone Loue calls to Armes Duell his Fight Then all remoue out of his Quarters And leaue them both alone That with substantiall heate they may embrace And know Loues Essence with his outward grace Chorus Io to Hymen c. Hence Iealousie Riuall to Loues delight Sowe not thy seede of strife in these two Harts May neuer cold affect or spleenefull spight Confound this Musicke of agreeing parts But Time that steales the virtuall heate Where Nature keepes the vitall fire My Heart speakes in my Tongue Supply with Fewell Lifes chiefe seate Through the strong feruour of Desire Loue liuing and liue long And eu'n as Thunder riseth gainst the Winde So may yee fight with Age and conquer Kinde Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King FINIS Christopher Brooke
was broken But I who daily crauing Cannot haue to content me Haue more cause to lament me Sith wanting is more woe then too much hauing Oh Philomela faire oh take some gladnes That heere is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy thorne without my thorne my hart inuadeth FINIS S. Phil. Sidney An Inuectiue against Loue. ALL is not golde that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poisons oft the taste delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmfull hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire be tride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beautie the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweet to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defast But when the baleful Southerne wind doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did shew Loue is the streame whose waues so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetnesse liking win But as the deepe ore'flowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose taste the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the louers life doth spill FINIS ¶ Faire Phillis and her Shepheard SHepheard saw you not my faire louely Phillis Walking on this Mountaine or on yonder plaine She is gone this way to Dianaes Fountaine and hath left me wounded with her high disdaine Aye me she is faire And without compare Sorrow come and sit with me Loue is full of feares Loue is full of teares Loue without these cannot be Thus my passions paine me For my loue hath slaine me Gentle Shepheard beare a part Pray to Cupids mother For I know no other that can helpe to ease my smart Shepheard I haue seene thy faire louely Phillis Where her flocks are feeding by the Riuers side Oh I much admire she so farre exceeding In surpassing beautie should surpasse in pride But alas I finde They are all vnkinde Beautie knowes her power too well When they list they loue When they please they moue thus they turne our heauen to hell For their faire eyes glauncing Like to Cupids dauncing roule about still to deceaue vs With vaine hopes deluding Still dispraise concluding Now they loue and now they leaue vs. Thus I doe despaire haue her I shall neuer If shee be so coy lost is all my loue But she is so faire I must loue her euer All my paine is ioy which for her I proue If I should her trie And she should denie heauie hart with woe will breake Though against my will Tongue thou must be still for she will not heare thee speake Then with sighs goe proue her Let them shew I loue her gracious Venus be my guide But though I complaine me She will still disdaine mee beautie is so full of pride What though she be faire speake and feare not speeding Be shee nere so coy yet she may be wunne Vnto her repaire where her Flocks are feeding Sit and tick and toy till set be the Sunne Sunne then being set Feare not Vulcanes net though that Mars therein was caught If she doe denie Thus to her replie Venus lawes she must be taught Then with kisses mooue her That 's the way to proue her thus thy Phillis must be wone She will not forsake thee But her Loue will make thee When Loues dutie once is done Happie shall I be If she graunt me fauour Else for loue I die Phillis is so faire Boldly then goe see thou maist quickly haue her Though she could denie yet doe not despaire She is full of pride Venus be my guide helpe a silly Shepheards speed Vse no such delay Shepheard goe thy way venture man and doe the deed I will sore complaine me Say that loue hath slaine thee if her fauours doe not feede But take no deniall Stand vpon thy triall spare to speake and want of speede FINIS I. G. ¶ The Shepheards Song of Venus and Adonis VEnus faire did ride siluer Doues they drew her By the pleasant lawnds ere the Sunne did rise Vestaes beautie rich opened wide to view her Philomel records pleasing Harmonies Euery bird of spring cheerefully did sing Paphos Goddesse they salute Birds and beasts my lawes effect Mirrha thy faire mother most of any other did my louely hests respect Be with me delighted Thou shalt be requited euery Nimph on thee shall tend All the Gods shall loue thee Man shall not reproue thee Loue himselfe shall be thy friend Wend thee from me Venus I am not disposed Thou wring'st me too hard pre-thee let me goe Fie what a paine it is thus to be enclosed If loue begin with labour it will end in woe kisse me I will leaue here a kisse receiue a short kisse I doe it finde Wilt thou leaue me so yet thou shalt not goe breathe once more thy balmie wind It smelleth of the Mirth-tree That to the world did bring thee neuer was perfume so sweet When she had thus spoken She gaue him a token and their naked bosomes meet Now he said let 's goe harke the Hounds are crying Grisly Boare is vp Hunts-men follow fast At the name of Boare Venus seemed dying Deadly coloured pale Roses ouer-cast Speake said she no more of following the Boare thou vnfit for such a chase Course the fearefull Hare Venson doe not spare if thou wilt yeeld Venus grace Shun the Boare I pray thee Else I still will stay thee herein he vow'd to please her mind Then her armes enlarged Loth she him discharged forth he went as swift as wind Thetis Phoebus Steedes in the West retained Hunting sport was past Loue her loue did seeke Sight of him too soone gentle Queene she gained On the ground he lay blood had left his cheeke For an orped Swine smit him in the groyne deadly wound his death did bring Which when Venus found she fell in a swound and awak'd her hands did wring Nimphs and Satyres skipping Came together tripping Eccho euery crie exprest Venus by her power Turn'd him to a flower which she weareth in her creast FINIS H. C. ¶ Thirsis the Shepheard his deaths Song THirsis to die desired marking her eyes that to his heart was neerest And she that with his flame no lesse was fired said to him Oh heart's loue deerest Alas forbeare to die now By thee I liue by thee I wish to die to Thirsis that