you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lament your change count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall burne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe III. SONET To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to be Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me IIII. SONET Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My Muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heau'nly beames are o're my fight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabled me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your heart displeasing Breede hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing V. SONET That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my in ward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my will my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or teares that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured VI. SONET Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shin'de and the most heauenly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultlesse features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humaine creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare VII SONET Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the praises of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweete that onely Soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath then to part Or who of Proteus sundry tranformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send VIII SONET To Pitie WAke Pitie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe but quickly here my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That if my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing dye and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy cry Because her glory in my death will die IX SONET Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioyn'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euery noble mind Why then doe I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind To seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if it be false such glosing words refraine If true O then let worth his worth obtaine X. SONET Her answere in the same Romes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euery noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to thwart The freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome much disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should not worth worths due obtaine XI SONET Vpon her comming though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater cruelty My constant faith her false vnconstancy My praises stile hero're prais'de worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moone-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoarse Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth
streames with double force Where lockes or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere Which from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse XXIIII CANZONET The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies farre off from where she lies below The winter Sunne that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light Where heate is wanting to restore her might What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with byting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the scent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and Prisnor both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may be My heart opprest with heauy frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deare to me Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater griefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end XXV CANZONET Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou flear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy dearest name which doth me still betray For grace sweete grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my smart Then since thou seest the life I lead in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest XXVI CANZONET An inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse 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 betride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defa'st But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did show 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 o'reflowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choaking 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 flattring lookes the louers life doe spill XXVII CANZONET Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweete a Lute be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heart-strings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lye in pieces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong XXVIII CANZONET Care will not let him liue nor hope let him dye MYy heauy heart which griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are last I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wings and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Boate which windes driue to the shore And tides driue backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe XXIX CANZONET In praise of the Sunne THE Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light to see withall In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the Mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright
then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was noting else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my sight I blush to thinke I was so blind Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light XXX CANZONET Death in loue MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are dry My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voyce is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburd'ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me dye Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the sky And make thee scorne blind fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despight haue slaine My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me dye to end this endlesse paine XXXI CANZONET Breake heauy heart BReake heauy heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I wast away Away I wast with teares by night in vaine Teares sighes by night by day encrease this paine Mine eyes no eyes but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blinde dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griefe And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting cry in vaine breake heauy heart XXXII CANZONET Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obay What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list pe force So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne XXXIII CANZONET Loues properties TWixt heat and cold t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I fry Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to fry Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lye Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate â—o end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright XXXIIII CANZONET Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care If needs I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot dye If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I liue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo XXXV CANZONET The passionate Prisoner YE walls that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flye O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to heare but beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast XXXVI CANZONET Hopelesse desire soone withers and dyes THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yet if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and dry No maruell though the branches dye While hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly pâ—â—â—â— life lesse blocke Because the â—oâ—te doth life beguile Sâ— liues desiâ—â— which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is reft XXXVII CANZONET Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THE lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flye her spleene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Sâ—â—s haue their furges so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith is in the fewest words The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True hearts haue eyes and eares no tongues to speake They heare and see and sigh and then they breake XXXVIII CANZONET An answere to the first staffe that loue is vnlike in Beggars and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismires anger with the Lyons rage What is the buzzing flye where Eagles be A drop the sparke no Seas can Aetna swage Small is the heate in Beggars breasts that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings Who shrouds himselfe where slender haires cast shade
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 Pâ—â—â— in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame naâ—ure hath beene scant In dealing beauâ—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
binde Who diuers verse to diuers matter frame All kind of stiles do serue my Ladies name What they in all the world in her I find The lofty verse doth shew her noble mind By which she quencheth loues inraged flame Sweet Liricks sing her heauenly beauties fame The tender Elege speakes her pitty kind In mournefull Tragicke verse for her I dye In Comicke she reuiues me with her eye All serue my Goddesse both for mirth and mone Each looke she casts doth breede both peace and strife Each word she speakes doth cause both death and life Out of my selfe I liue in her alone XXXII SONET Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite thereby Rash was reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hasts amaine And stops each passage least Desire should flye Within my eares disdainefull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine eyes with scornful traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start XXXIII SONET To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causer of my paine That to my soe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And bosts of winning that which reason sold Too late you call for helpe to me in vaine Whō loue hath bound in chains of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hot desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like wind dispearst the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbuor quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw XXXIIII SONET Ten Sonets to Philomel Sonet I. Vpon Loues entring by the eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage weare By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I garded them and void of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my heart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweete Phylomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pittty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Only because to loue thee it presumed XXXV SONET O Why did Fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traytor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her gifts concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly deaths paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I dide XXXVI SONET Of his owne and his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIcknesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content herewith like meanes it wrought My Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well XXXVII SONET Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his eyes That his dart life did misse though her it hit Yet not therewith content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoyle her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended XXXVIII SONET Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against the Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which neere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be for'st to drowne XXXIX SONET Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passed by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spy Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blinde yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy XL. SONET WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Sonne scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her deny To burne the picture which was in my heart The more loue burn'd the more her Picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine XLI SONET To the Sunne of his Mistresse beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sunne eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects
deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt XV. CANZONET His heart araigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'enditement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His plea was such as each man might descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Depâ—iâ—â—â—e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burne me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling
a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she borne to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for aire And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Till I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more then triumphs of deniall To see a tryall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes yeeld and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswel thy shames passions that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womans brest Is but a guest VI. ELEGIE Loues Embasie in an Iambicke Elegie VNhappy verse the witnesse of vnhappy state Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And flye forth vnto my loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on her heauenly Virginals If in bed tell her that mine eyes can take no rest If at boord tell her that my mouth can taste no food If at her Virginals tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffereth no sleepe Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomacke Say that lamenting loue marreth the Musicall Tell her that her pleasures were wont to lull me asleepe Tell her that her beauty was wont to feed mine eyes Tell her that her sweet tong was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindly rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely food Now do I alwaies die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer The end of the third Booke THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF Madrigals and Odes I. MADRIGALL THough you be not content That I poore worme should loue you As Cupids power and your sweete beauty cause me Yet deere let pitty moue you To giue me your consent To loue my life as law of nature drawes me And if my life I loue then must I too Loue your sweete selfe for my life liues in you II. MADRIGALL Borrowed out of a Greeke Epigram HEe 's rich enough whose eyes behold thee Who heares thee sing a Monarch is A Demy-God who doth thee kisse And loue himselfe whose armes infold thee III. MADRIGALL Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead O Faire yet murdring eyes Starres of my miseries Who while night clouds your beames How much you wish my death shew in your dreames Is' t not enough that waking you do spill me But you asleepe must kill me O kill me still while you your sleepe are taking So you lend me kind lookes when you are waking The sound of thy sweet name my dearest treasure Delights me more then sight of other faces A glimpse of thy sweete face breedes me more pleasure Then any others kindest words and graces One gracious word that from thy lips proceedeth I value more then others Doue-like kisses And thy chast kisse in my conceit exceedeth Others embraces and loues chiefest blisses IIII. MADRIGALL Vpon his departure SVre Deere I loue you not for he that loueth When he from her doth part That 's Mistresse of his heart A deadly paine a hellish torment prooueth But when sad Fates did seuer Me farre from seeing you I would see euer I felt in my absenting No paine nor no tormenting For sence of paine how could he find That left his heart and soule behind V. MADRIGALL To Cupid LOue if a God thou art Then euermore thou must Be mercifull and iust If thou be iust O wherefore doth thy Dart Wound mine alone and not my Ladies heart If mercifull then why Am I to paine reseru'd Who haue thee truely seru'd While she that by thy power sets not a flye Laughs thee to scorne and liues at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted be Heale me like her or else wound her like me VI. MADRIGALL Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health IN health and ease am I Yet as I senselesse were it nought contents me You sicke in paine doe lie And ah your paine exceedingly torments me Whereof I can this onely reason giue That dead vnto my selfe in you I liue VII MADRIGALL He begs a kisse SOrrow slowly killeth any Sodaine ioy soone murthers many Then sweete if you would end me T is a fond course with lingring griefe to spend me For quickly to dispatch me Your onely way is in your armes to catch me And giue me doue-like kisses For such excessiue and vnlookt-for blisses Will so much ouer-ioy me As they will straight destroy me VIII MADRIGALL Vpon a kisse receiued SInce I your cherry lips did kisse Where Nectar and Ambrosia is My hungry maw no meate requires My thirsty throate no drinke desires For by your breath which then I gained Camelion like my life 's maintained O grant me then those cherries still And let me feed on them my fill If by a surfeit death I get Vpon my tombe let this be set By cherries twaine his life he cherisht By cherries twaine at length he perisht IX MADRIGALL Allusion to the confusion of Babell THE wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadly hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poyson fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me X. MADRIGALL To her hand vpon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moystest whitest More skil'd then Phoebus on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. XI MADRIGALL Cupid proued a Fencer AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer oft faines blowes and thrusts Where he intends no harme Then turnes his balefull arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing art Fayning to wound mine eyes hast hit my hart XII MADRIGALL He compares himselfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flye To the deere light I flye Of your disdainefull eyes But in a diuerse wise She with the flame doth play By night alone and
your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite deny Mine eies so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes Whilst that the stone roules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue XVIII ODE Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beauty spy As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'd to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse He that hath it shall dye speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you so Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kill none whom loue hath fired XIX ODE Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with warre o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I dye that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away XX. ODE Cupids Marriage with disimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needs will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to show Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neare And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweete small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis XXI ODE Dispraise of Loue and Louers follyes IF loue be life I long to dye Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scâ—pes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which loue do 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 I ft 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 meade Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala XXII ODE To his Muse REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred breast Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choyce What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voyce Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and scorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine XXIII ODE To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thought'st thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threed thy fancy spun Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pitty thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shun the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lye not still for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and dye Yet neuer feare to flye XXIIII ODE 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 mooue thy mind What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as
passed loue 112 Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sun-shining c. 113 To his mistresse eyes 114 His hart araigned of theft c 115 Deadly sweetenesse 116 Ladies eyes fed Cupid for darts fire 116 Loues contrarieties 117 Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope 118 That he is vnchangeable 119 Vpon her absence 120 The louers absence kils me her presence c. 121 Faire face and hard heart 123 An Inuectiue against loue 124 Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lure 125 Carâ— wil not let him liue nor hope dye 126 In praise of the Sunne 127 Death in loue 128 Breake heauy heart 129 Desires gouernment 130 Loues properties 1â—1 Liuing death 132 The passionate Prisoner 132 Hopelesse desires soone withers dies 233 Naturall comparisons with perfect loue 134 Loue is not like in beggers and in Kings 134 To time 137 A hymn in praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of Musick 138 An hymn in praise of his Mistresse face 141 Vpon her palenesse 142 Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the Poxe 143 Of Corinâ—es singing 143 In the grace of wit tong and face 144 An inuectiue against women 145 Of loue gift 146 The anotomy of loue 147 Loue the only price of loue 148 D Death in loue 128 Description of loue 23 Desire of hope 133. 134 Desire hath coÌ„quered reuenge 86 Desires gouernement 130 Dialogues Between a louer and his Lady 57 Between a Louer and Cupid 189 Betweene a louer death and Cupid 190 Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen brest 104 Betweene the louer and his heart 50. 129 Betweene the soule and the Body 56 In praise of Astraea 156 Didoes inscription 106 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Disdaines Altar sacrifice 55 Dispraise of a courtly life 152 Dispraise of louers folly 242 Deuine 1 Dozen of points 44 Diall 46 Deuises A Lottery before Queene Elizabeth 42 Inscriptions of Thesbe Orestes Aiax Romulus Fabritius Curio and Cato Vtican 47 to 50 Of the lightnesse of a Woman 50 A Dialogue betweene the louer his heart 50 A Dialogue betweene a louer death and loue 51 Phaleuciacks 52 Phaleuciacks 53 Phaleuciacks 54 An altar and sacrifice to disdaine 55 Vpon beginning without making an end 56 A Dialogue betweene the soule the body 56 Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his Lady 57 Of mans fall in Adam and restoring by Christ 59 Elegies He renounceth his foode and former delight 196 For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour 197 To his Lady who vowed Virginity 199 Her Praise is in her want 202 Of a womans heart 202 Loues Embassie c 203 Eglogues Eglogue intituled Cuddy 175 Eglogue concerning old age 192 Epigrams Ad Alian 255 In Herm 256 De Mannella 256 De Milone 256 De Codro 257 Ad quintum 257 To poore Schollers 257 In Cinnam 258 To his friends 258 De Philone 258 Ad Pessimos coniuges 259 A rule for courtiers 259 On a painted Courtizan 259 In Aulam 259 For a looking glasse 260 On a limping Cuckold 260 On Crambo a lowzie shifter 260 In Asinium 260 In Quintum In Sabam 261 In Aulum 261 Epitaphs An Epitaph on King Henry the 3 King of France 265 An Epitaph on King Henry the 4 King of France 265 An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth 266 Epistles Sundry Epistles or letters in verse 662 F Fabritius Curio his Vertues 49 Face 141 145 Faire face and hard heart 123 Falling band 45 Fanne 46 Fortunes Wheeles 43 G Garden 21 Garters 45 Girdle 44 Glasse 144 Gloues 44 Gift 146 H Hand 110 Handkerchiefe 44 Hexameters to Sir Philip Sidney 262 Horace imitated 20 Hearts captiuity 93 Hymnes In praise of Musick 138 In praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of his mistresse face 141 I Of Aiax who kild himselfe 48 Of Cato Vtican who slew himself 49 Of Climennestra and her sonne Orestes 49 Of Dido 106 Of Fabritius curio 49 Of Romulus who was nursed by a she Wolfe 48 Of Thesbie 47 Inuectiue against loue 107. 124 Inuectiue against women 145 Inuerted rimes of loue 158 Ixion his torments 20â— K Kisse begged 208 Kisse receiued 209 King Henries Epitaph 265 Kniues 44 L Lace 4 Lawyer 2 Lenuoy in riming 53 Loue makes a man a Poet 84 Lottery presented before Queene Elizabeth 42 Lots 44 Loue enters by fame 87 Loue like childrens Physicke 87 Loue punishable with loue 71 Louers knot 216 Loue the only price of loue 148 Louers complaint 136 Loues contention 73 Loues contrarieties 117 Loues description 123 Loues discommodities 110 Loues dispraise and folly 242 Loue verball â—14 Loues naturall comparisons 134 Loues properties 131 Loues Embasie 203 Lye 100 M Maid 45 Married man 3 Marriners song speech 42 Maske 44. 66 Meditations on the frailty of mans life 27 Marchant 3 Madrigals He must loue her if he loue his life 205 That all happines is deriued from her 205 Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead 206 Vpon his departure 206 To Cupid 207 Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health 208 He begs a kisse 208 Vpon a kisse receiued 209 Allusion to the confusion of Babel 209 To her hand vpon giuing him her gloue 210 Cupid proued a Fencer 210 He compares himself to a candle-flye 211 Answer to the question what loue is 211 Vpon his timerous silence in her presence 212 Vpon her long absence 212 Vpon her hiding her face from him 213 Vpon her heauty and inconstancy 213 In praise of her eyes 214 Verball loue 214 In praise of two 215 To his ladies garden being absent far from her 215 The true loues knot 216 In praise of his loue 217 N Necklace 46 Neptunâ—s praise 140 Nutmeg 46 O That only her beauty and voyce pleaseth him 218 Vpon her protestation of kind affection 219 His restlesse estate 220 His farewell to his mistresse 223 A Prosopopaeia wherein his heart c. 224 Vpon her giuing him backe the paper c. 225 Commendation of her beauty stature c 226 That each creature hath his abiding 227 His Lady to be condeÌ„ned c 228 A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 229 Wherein his Lady keepes his heart 231 The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 232 Desire and hope 233 Vpon visiting his Lady by moon-light 234 The kind louers complaint 236 Vnhappy eyes 238 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Cupids marriage with dissimulation 240 Dispraise of Loue and louers follyes 242 To his Muse 243 To his heart 244 A defiance of disdainefull loue 146 The tombe of dead desire 247 Three Odes translated out of Anacreon 148 A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart 249 Anacreons second Ode 251 Anacreons third Ode 252 That time and absence proues ra-rather helps theÌ„ hurts to loues 253 Of Cinthia 254 P Petrarckâ— sonet Pace non trouo c. 108 Physitian 2 Poxs 143 Poesie of a Ring 44 Prayer book 45
rest doth after trauell come That little prick the ioynt with paine doth numme What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stickst not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroake espide Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwayes I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red still my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my wealth I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No maruell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera VII POEM A true description of Loue. Paraphrastcally translated out of Petrarkes 103. Sonnet beginning S. Amor non è the dunque è quel ch'io sento IF Loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A fained fire deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeede there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breede such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweete amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I fry Whence come these teares how chance I thus complaine If force perforce I beare this misery What helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and cry To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery Who will not helpe himself when wel he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry wayes And euery blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The steers man gone saile helme tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast Wisedome and folly is the lucklosse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally Wisedome too light folly of too great waight My Barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loth to dye VII POEM Vpon an Heroicall Poem which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyians MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweete delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharp swords 〈◊〉 â—â—â—ong Warre bloud and death were matter 〈◊〉 â—â—ng The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for warre quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose prayses he will write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his party-colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull heart Is this the hope on which my life is staid Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paid Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeed to warre inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my Muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue increast Of fairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy tryumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk't his wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best IX POEM Or a Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loathsome life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feeds on earth And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasure mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'd no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helps thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue X. POEM A Poesie to proue affection
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
dreame The end of the Pastorals Of Elegies I. ELEGIE He renounceth his food and former delight in Musicke Poefie and painting SItting at boord sometimes prepar'd to eate If 't hap my mind on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth instead of pleasant meate And teares do moyst my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teâ—res that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might ro chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A sudden passion did my mind displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournefull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increas'd And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releas'de If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweet delights were wont to case my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but grones would come Out of my pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my mind remain'd By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me strain'd From forth mine eyes the bloud for colour came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my soule to please Adieu my songs that bred my eares delight Adieu sweete Muse that oft my mind didst ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow find II. ELEGIE For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour DEeare why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lack No Your sweete Sex sweete beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefely raiseth I' st that my musk-lesse cloathes are pl ine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies With poore clad minds and rich clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my verses want inuention rare No. I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhor you Dwell still in court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous eyes suppresse No. only vertue neuer sleeping Both your faire minds and bodies keeping I st that to many more I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lips inuocation No none of these the cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer III. ELEGIE To his Lady who had vowed virginity EV'n as my hand my Pen and paper layes My trembling hand my Pen from Paper stayes Least that thine eyes which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new borne words But whilst as clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad dispaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature proffers Then either vniust beauty is to blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattring them with a faire seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deede did passe But it with wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thra ' You be enioye'd of no one at all For as the Lyons strength to seaze his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engaged hearts do owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raine But if these reasons being vainely spent You fight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The glasse and lustre proper vnto each So where one body ioyntly do inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both allegeance and command For selfe deuided Kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth thar And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste beauty so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night bereaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning eyes Deaths sable dart and Cupids arrow flyes Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as King Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beauty be with this suffie'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doe townes desire On honorable termes and not with fire IIII. ELEGIE Her praise is in her want Shee onely is the pride of natures skill In none but her all graces friendlie meete In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo V. ELEGIE Of
fauer Or a new Mistresse finde But neither out alas may be Scorne in her and loue in me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her cruelty XI ODE A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With prayers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her goe for shee le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue my sighes declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheeks haue flowed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which prayers sighes teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le let her Heart let her goe oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighes praiers faile me Shall yet my loue perseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Teares sighes praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer XII ODE Where his Lady keepes his heart SWeet Loue mine onely treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell me in what part My Lady keepes my hart If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my heart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her eyes she binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I onely wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her breast haue dained With kindnesse to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone XIII ODE The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me dry And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The senselesse stone that from on hie Descends to earth below With greater hast it selfe doth ply The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke XIIII ODE Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extreames are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be ought but of youth XV. ODE Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioyn'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames who mou'd your mind To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are clearer then the daies XVI ODE Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be dry When will my sighes be spent When will desire agree to let me die When will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Least thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler be Then giue me leaue to dye And shew thy power thereby XVII ODE The kind Louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in me procure you peace If wrong to me to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy doe flow When my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die full faine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since nothing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest What can my life
of good nor feare of worse can affright vs And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse glory bedecked Yea still on earth he liues and still shall liue by the Muses Another Epigram vpon the same What strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Boeotia mountaines To chuse our countrey to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarce can I that suppose scarce thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melodie no voyce but dreary lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene fits hid for shame in a corner Here ye the carefull sighes fetcht froÌ„ the depth of her entrails There weepes Calliope there sometimes lustie Thalâ—ia Aye me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Here lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carkasse but fame shall liue to the worlds end Other Epigrams vpon the same Whom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loitred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three sisters do more then nine in a combate Was force of no force Was faire entreaty refused Where is the musicke that sometimes moued Alecto That gain'd Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the two you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fit plaisters for woundes that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that cannot Sidney recouer And couldest thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of natural order As for Mars wel I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild al kindnesse no ruth of them can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdaind forsooth to be present Enuy perhaps nay griefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Onely we poore wretches whom Gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrrwful outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmarke Persia Turkie India where Phoebus mounts vp from sea to the Skie-ward India where Phoebus fals downe from skie to the sea-warn'de Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All Coasts where rising or falling Phoebus apeareth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lyons roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wilde Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter apointed As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe strings tuned in order Drew from their places wild beasts and trees by the musicke Swift flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder As if chilcoldnesse frorne had them downe to the bottome But for I wote to wel my slender skill to be nothing Here wil I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lost hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori The end of the Epigrams To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Fryar Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of S. Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem This Paraphrastically Englished VVHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and waile the hap of Kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That rul'd the fickle French and Polackes bold Whom with a mighty warlike host attended With traiterous knife a couled monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last King of France THat we should more bewaile the hap of Kings Great Henry Bourbons death occasion brings To Henry Valois next crown'd King of France Next both in blood in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth warres did his manhood spend His old age peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did win His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies here Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yere Our coynes refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her Subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Cha. Best THE SIXTH BOOKE OF Epistles Or letters in verse MY deerest sweete if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O be not you more cruell then the Seas Let Pittie now your angry mind appease So that your hand may be their blessed Port From whence they may vnto your eies resort And at that throne pleading my wretched case May moue your cruell heart to yeeld me grace So may no clouds of elder yeares obscure Your Sun-like eies but still as bright endure As then they shone when with one piercing Ray They made my selfe their slaue my heart they pray So may no sicknesse nip those flowers sweete Which euer flowring on your cheekes do meete Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face Another Fountaine of blisse yet well-spring of my woe O would I might not iustly terme you so Alas your cruell dealing and my fate Haue now reduc'de me to that wretched state That I know not how I my stile may frame To thankes or grudging or to praise or blame And whereto write I all my powers do bend There wot I not how to begin or end And now my drisling teares trill downe apace As if the latter would the former chase Whereof some few on my pale cheekes remaine Like wither'd flowers bedew'd with drops of raine The other falling in my Paper sinke Or dropping in my Pen encrease my inke Which suddaine Passions cause if you would finde A trembling feare doth now possesse my mind That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pittie in your heart may breede But or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O cruell