THE Anuals of great Brittaine OR A MOST EXCELlent Monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this Kingdome to the satisfaction both of the Vniuersities or any other place stirred with Emulation of long continuance Excellently figured out in a worthy Poem LONDON Printed for MATHEW LOWNES 1611. ROSALINS COMPLAINT METAPHORIcally applied to Dame Nature at a Parliament held in the high Star-chamber by the Gods for the preseruation and increase of Earths beauteous Phoenix A Solemne day of meeting mongst the Gods And royall parliament there was ordained The heauenly Synod was at open ods And many harts with earthly wrongs were pained Some came to craue excuse some to complaine Of heauie burdend griefes they did sustaine Vesta she told her Temple was defiled Iuno how that her nuptiall knot was broken Venus from her sonne Cupid was exiled And Pallas trâ—e with ignorance was shoken Bellora rau'd at Lordlike cowardice And Cupid that fond Ladies were so nice To this Assembly came Dame Nature weeping And with her handkercher through wet with teares She dried her rosie cheekes made pale with sighing Hanging her wofull head head full of feares And to Ioues selfe plac'd in a golden seate She kneeld her downe and thus gan to intreate Thou mightie Imperator of the earth Thou euer-liuing Regent of the aire That to all creatures giu'st a liuely breath And thundrest wrath downe from thy firie chaire Behold thy handmaid king of earthly kings That to thy gracious sight sad tidings brings 〈◊〉 â—are rich Phoenix of exceeding beautie 〈◊〉 like Lillie in the earth I placed 〈…〉 to whom men owe dutie 〈◊〉 countrey with a milke-white Doue I graced Oâ—e and none such since the wide world was found Hath euer Nature placed on the ground Head Her head I framed of a heauenly map Wherein the seuenfold vertâ—es were enclosed When great Apollo slept within my lap And in my bosome had his rest reposed I cut away his locks of purest gold And plac'd them on her head of earthly mould Haire When the least whistling wind begins to sing And gently blowes her haire about her necke Like to a chime of bels it soft doth ring And with the pretie noise the wind doth checke Able to lull asleepe a pensiue hart That of the round worlds sorrowes beares a part Fâ—râ—â—ead Her forehead is a place for princely Ioâ—e To â—it and censure matters of import â— Wherein men reade the sweete conceipts of Loue To which hart-pained Louers do resort And in this â—ablet find to cure the wound For which no salue or herbe was euer found Eyes Vnder this mirrour are her princely eyes Two Carbuncles two rich imperiall lights That ore the dâ—y and night do soueraignize And their dimme tapers to their rest she frights Her eyes excell the Moone and glorious Sonne And when she riseth al their force is donne Cheekes Her morning-coloured cheekes in which is plac'd A Lillie lying in a bed of Roses This part aboue all other I haue grac'd For in the blew veines you may reade sweet posies When she doth blush the Heauens do wax â—ed When she lookes pale that heauenly Front is dead Chinne Her chinne a litle litle pretie thing In which the sweet carnatian Gelli-flower Is round encompast in a christall ring And of that pretie Orbe doth beare a power No storme of Enuie can this glorie touch Though many should assay it ouermuch Lippes Her lippes two rubie Gates from whence doth spring Sweet honied deâ—w by an intangled kisse From forth these glories doth the Night-bird sing A Nightingale that no right notes will â—isse True learned Eloquence and Poetrie Do come betwene these dores of excellencie Tâ—eth Her teeth are hewed from rich crystal Rockes Or from the Indian pearle of much esteem These in a closet her deep counsell lockes And are as porters to so faire â— Queâ—ne They taste the diet of th◠〈◊〉 traine Other base grosâ—enesse they do still disdaine Tongue Her tongue the vtterer of all glorious things The siluer clapper of that golden bell That neuer â—oundeth but to mightie Kings And when she speakes her speeches do excell He in a happie chaire himselfe doth place Whose name with her sweet tongue she means to grace Necke Her necke is Vestas siluer conduict pipe In which she powers perfect chastitie And of the muskie grapes in sommer ripe She makes a liquor of ratietie That dies this swanne-like piller to a white More glorious then the day with all his light â—râ—astes Her breasts two crystall orbes of whitest white Two little mounts from whence lifes comfort springs Betweene those hillockes Cupid doth delight To sit and play and in that valley sings Looking loue-babies in her wanton eyes That all grosse vapours thence doth chasâ—esize Armes Her armes are branches of that siluer tree That men surname the rich Hâ—sperides A precious circling shew of modestie When she doth spread these glories happines Ten times ten thousand blessings he doth â—aste Whose circled armes shall cling about her waste Hands Her hands are fortunes palmes where men may reade His first houres destiny or weale or woe When she this sky-like map abroad doth spreade Like pilgrimes many to this Saint do go And in her hand white hand they there do see Loue lying in a bed of yuorie Fingâ—rs Her fingers long and small do grace her hand For when she toucheth the sweete sounding Lute The wild vntamed bâ—asts â—maz'd do stand And câ—rroll-chanting birds are sudden mute O fingers how you grace the siluer wires And in humanitie burne Venus fires Bellie Her bellie ô grace incomprehensible Far whiter then the milke-white lillie flower O might Arabian Phoenix come inuisible And on this mountaine build a glorâ—ous bower Then Sunne and Moone as tapers to her bed Would light loues Lord to take hâ—r â—aidenhead Nota. Be still my thoughts be silent all yea Muses Wit-flowing eloquence now graâ—e my tongue Arise old Homer and make no excuses Of a rare peecâ— of art must be my song Of more then most and most of all beloued About the which Venus sweete doâ—es haue houered There is a place in louely paradize From whence the golden Gehon ouerflowes A fountaine of such honorable prize That none the sacred sacred vertues knowes Walled about beâ—ok'ning sure defence With trees of life to keepe â—ad errors thence Tâ—ighâ—s Her Thighs two pillers fairer far then faire Two vnderprops of that celestiall house That Mansion that is Iunos siluer chaire In which Ambrosie VENVS doth carouse And in her thighs the prety veines are running Like Christall â—iuers from the maine streames flowing Leggâ—s Her Legges are made as graces to the rest So pretie white and so proportioâ—ate That leades her to loues royall sportiue nest Like to a light bright Angel in her gate For why no creature in the earth but she Is like an Angell Angell let her be Feeâ—e Her Feete now draw I to conclusion Are neat and litle to delight the eye No tearme in all humane inuention
alter'd Loue to be so rude Thoughts keepe me waking Thoughts like the ayrie puffing of the wind Keepe a sweet faining in my Loue-sicke brest Me still assuring that thou art most kind Waking in pleasure sleeping sure in rest That no sleepes dreamings nor no waking cries To our sweet louing thoughts sweet rest denies Seeing that my hart made choise of thee Then frame thy selfe to comfort me Seeing Loue is pleas'd with Loues enamor'd ioyes That Fortune cannot crosse sweet Cupids will My Loues content not with fond wanton toyes Hart of my hart doth Loues vnkindnesse kill Made by fond tongues vpbraiding hurtfull skill Choise now is fram'd to further all annoyes Of all sweete thoughts of all sweete happie rest Thee haue I chose to make me three times blest Then let our holy true aspiring loue Frame vs the sweetest musicke of Desire Thy words shall make true concord and remoue Selfe-will it selfe for Venus doth require To be acquainted with thy beauties fire Comfort my heart for comfort tels me this Me hast thou chose of all to be thy blisse My heart is bound to fauour thee Then yeeld in time to pittie me My Phoenix hath two starre-resembling Eyes Heart full of pittie and her smiling looke Is of the Sunnes complexion and replies Bound for performance by faire Venus booke To faithfulnesse which from her nurse she tooke Fauour in her doth spring in vertuous praise Thee Eloquence it selfe shall seeke to raise Then in performance of this gracious right Yeeld vp that piteous heart to be my Louer In recompence how I haue lou'd thy sight Time shall from time to time to thee discoâ—er To thee is giuen the power of Cupids might Pittie is writ in gold vpon thy hart Me promising to cure a curelesse smart I ioy to find a constant mind I am encompast round about with ioy Ioy to enioy my sweete for she protesteth To comfort me that languish in annoy Find ease if any sorrow me molesteth A happie maâ— that such a loue possesseth Constant in words and alwayes vowes to loue me Mind me she will but yet she dares not proue me My heart by hope doth liue Desire no ioy doth giue My loue and dearest life to thee I consecrate Heart of my hearts deare treasure for I striue By thy deuinenesse too deuine to nominate Hope of approued faith in me must thriue Doth not the God of Loue that 's most deuine Liue in thy bosomes closet and in mine Desire to that vnspeakable delight No sharpe conceited wit can nere set downe Ioy in the world to worldly mens ey-sight Doth but ignoble thy imperiall crowne Giue thou the onset and the foe will flie Amazed at thy great commanding beautie Death shall take my life away Before my friendship shall decay Death that heart-wounding Lord sweet louers foe Shall lay his Ebone darts at thy faire feete Take them into thy hand and worke my woe My woe that thy minds anguish will regreet Life hart ioy greeting and all my pleasure Away are gone and fled from my deare treasure Before one staine shal blot thy scarlet die My bloud shall like a fountaine wash the place Friendship it selfe knit with mortality Shall thy immortall blemish quite disgrace Decay shall all the world my Loue in thee Shall liue vnstain'd vntoucht perpetually Let truth report what hart I beare To her that is my dearest deare Let not foule pale-fac'd Enuy be my foe Truth must declare my spotlesse loyalty Report vnto the world shall plainely show What hart deare Loue I alwayes bore to thee Hart fram'd of perfect Loues sincerity I cannot flatter this I plainely say Beare with false words I le beare the blame away To change in loue is a base simple thing Her name will be ore stain'd with periuâ—y That doth delight in nothing but dissembling Is it not shame so for to wrong faire beauty My true approued toung must answer I Dearest beware of this and learne of me Deare is that Loue combin'd with Chastity Seene hath the eye chosen hath the hart Firme is the faith and loth to depart Seene in all learned arts is my beloued Hath anie one so faire a Loue as I The stony-hearted sauage hath she moued Eye for her eye tempts blushing chastitie Chosen to make their nine a perfect ten Hath the sweet Muses honored her agen The bright-ey'd wandring world doth alwaies seeke Heart-curing comfort doth proceed from thee Firme trust pure thoughts a mind that 's alwayes meeke Is the true Badge of my loues Soueraigntie The honor of our age the onely faire Faiths mistris and Truths deare adopted heire And those that do behold thy heauenly beautie Loth to forsake thee spoile themselues with gazing To thee all humane knees proffer their dutie Depart they will not but with sad amazing To dimme their ey-sight looking gainst the sunne Whose hot reflecting beames will neare be donne No woe so great in loue not being heard No plague so great in loue being long deferd No tongue can tell the world my hearts deepe anguish Woe and the minds great perturbation So trouble me that day and night I languish Great cares in loue seeke my destruction In all things gracious sauing onely this Loue is my foe that I account my blisse Not all the world could profer me disgrace Being maintained fairest faire by thee Hard-fortune shall thy seruant nere outface No stormes of Discord should discomfort me Plague all the world with frownes my Turtle-doâ—â— So that thou smile on me and be my loue Great Mistris matchlesse in thy soueraigntie In lue and recompence of my affection Loue me againe this do I beg of thee Being bound by Cupids kind direction Long haue I su'd for grace yet stil I find Deferd I am by her that 's most vnkind And if my loue shall be releeu'd by thee My heart is thine and so account of me And yet a stedfast hope maintaines my hart If anie fauour fauourably proceede My deare from thee the curer of my smart Loue that easeth minds opprest with neede Shall be the true Phisition of my griefe Releeu'd alone by thee that yeeld'st râ—liefe By all the holy rites that Loue adoreth Thee haue I lou'd aboue the loue of any My heart in truth thee alwayes fauoureth Heart freed from any one then freed from many Is it not base to change yea so they say Thine owne confession
the Prayer GVide thou great Guider of the Sunne and Moone Thou elementall fauourer of the Night My vndeserued wit wit sprong too soone To giue thy greatnesse euerie gracious right Let Pen Hand Wit and vndeseruing tongue Thy praise and honor sing in euerie song In my poore prayer guide my Hand aright Guide my dull Wit guide all my dulled Senses Let thy bright Taper giue me faithfull light And from thy Booke of life blot my offences Then arm'd with thy protection and thy loue I le make my prayer for thy Turtle-doue A Prayer made for the prosperitie of a siluer coloured Doue applyed to the beauteous Phoenix O Thou great maker of the firmament That rid'st vpon the winged Cherubins And on the glorious shining element Hear'st the sad praiers of the Seraphins That vnto thee continually sing Hymnes Bow downe thy listning eares thou God of might To him whose heart will praise thee day and night Accept the humble Praiers of that soule That now lies wallowing in the myre of Sinne Thy mercie Lord doth all my powers controule And searcheth reines and heart that are within Therefore to thee Iehouah I le begin Lifting my head from my imprisoned graue No mercie but thy mercie me can saue The foule vntamed Lion still goes roring Old hell-bread Sathan enemy to mankind To leade me to his iawes that are deuouring Wherein no Grace to humane fleshâ—s assign'd But thou celestiall Father canst him bind Tread on his head tread Sinne and Sathan downe And on thy seruants head set Mercies crowne Thus in acceptance of thy glorious sight I purge my deadly sinne in hope of grace Thou art the Doore the Lanthorne and the Light To guide my sinfull feete from place to place And now O Christ I bow before thy face And for the siluer coloured earthly Doue I make my earnest prayer for thy loue Shrowde her ô Lord vnder thy shadowed wings From the worlds enuious malice and deceit That like the adder-poisoned serpent stings And in her way layes a corrupted baite Yet raise her God vnto thy mercies height Guide her ô guide her from pernitious foes That many of thy creatures ouerthrowes Wash her O Lord with Hysope and with Thime And the white snow she shall excell in whitenesse Purge her with mercie from all sinfull crime And her soules glorie shall exceed in brightnesse O let thy mercie grow vnto such ripenesse Behold her O behold her gratious King That vnto thee sweet songs of praise will sing And as thou leadst through the red coloured waues The hoast of thy elected Israel And from the wrath of Pharoe didsâ— them saue Appointing them within that land to dwell A chosen land a land what did excell So guide thy siluer Doue vnto that place Where she Temptations enuie may outface Increase thy gifts bestowed on thy Creature And multiply thy blessings manifold And as thou hast adorned her with nature So with thy blessed eyes her eyes behold That in them doth thy workmanship vnfold Let her not wither Lord without increase But blesse her with ioyes ofspring of sweet peace Amen Amen To those of light beleefe YOu gentle fauourers of excelling Muses And gracers of all Learning and Desart You whose Conceit the deepest worke peruses Whose Iudgements still are gouerned by Art Reade gently what you reade this next conceit Fram'd of pure loue abandoning deceit And you whose dull Imagination And blind conceited Error hath not knowne Of Herbes and Trees true nomination But thinke them fabulous that shall be showne Learne more search much and surely you shall find Plaine honest Truth and Knowledge comes behind Then gently gentle Reader do thou fauour And with a gracious looke grace what is written With smiling cheare peruse my homely labour With Enuies poisoned spitefull looke not bitten So shalt thou cause my willing thought to striue To adde more Honey to my new made Hiue A meeting Dialogue-wise betweene Nature the Phoenix and the Turtle Doue Nature ALl haile faire Phoenix whither art thou flying Why in the hot Sunne dost thou spread thy wings More pleasure shouldst thou take in cold shades lying And for to bathe thy selfe in wholsome Springs Where the woods feathered quier sweetely sings Thy golden Wings and thy breasts beauteous Eie Will fall away in Phoebus royaltie Phoenix O stay me not I am no Phoenix I And if I be that bird I am defaced Vpon the Arabian mountaines I must die And neuer with a poore yong Turtle graced Such operation in me is not placed What is my Beautie but a painted wal My golden spreading Feathers quickly fal Nature Why dost thou shead thy Feathers kill thy Heart Weep out thine Eyes and staine thy golden Face Why dost thou of the worlds woe take a part And in relenting teares thy selfe disgrace Ioyes mirthful Tower is thy dwelling place All Birdes for vertue and excelling beautie Sing at thy reuerend feet in Loue aud Dutie Phoenix O how thou feed'st me with my Beauties praising O how thy Praise sounds from a golden Toung O how thy Toung my Vertues would be raising And raising me thou dost corrupt thy song Thou seest not Honie and Poison mixt among Thou not'st my Beautie with a iealous looke But dost not see how I do bayte my hooke Nature Tell me ô tell me for I am thy friend I am Dame Nature that first gaue thee breath That from Ioues glorious rich seate did descend To set my Feete vpon this lumpish earth What is the cause of thy sad sullen Mirth Hast thou not Beauty Vertue Wit and Fauour What other graces would'st thou craue of Nature Pâ—oenix What is my Beauty but a vading Flower Wherein men reade their deep-conceiued Thrall Alluring twentie Gallants in an hower To be as seruile vassals at my Call My Sunne-bred lookes their Senses do exhall But ô my griefe where my faire Eyes would loue Foule bleare-eyed Enuie doth my thoughts reprooue What is my Vertue but a Tablitorie Which if I did bestow would more increase What is my Wit but an inhumane glorie That to my kind deare friends would proffer peace But O vaine Bird giue ore in silence cease Malice perchaunce doth hearken to thy words That cuts thy threed of Loue with twentie swords Nature Tell me O Mirrour of our earthly time Tell me sweete Phoenix glorie of mine age Who blots thy Beauty with foule Enuies crime And locks thee vp in fond Suspitions cage Can any humane heart beare thee such rage Daunt their proud stomacks with thy piercing Eye Vnchaine Loues swâ—etnesse at thy libertie Phoenix What is 't to bath me in a wholesome Spring Or wash me in a cleere deepe running Well When I no vertue from the same do bring Nor of the balmie water beare a smell It better were for me mongst Crowes to dwell Then flocke with Doues wheÌ„ Doues sit alwayes billing And waste my wings of gold my Beautie killing Nature I le chaine foule Enuy to a brazen Gate And place deepe Malice in a hollow
to grace And followes cheerfully her second turne And both together in that fire do burne O if the rarest creatures of the earth Because but one at once did ere take breath Within the world should with a second he A perfect forme of loue and amitie Burne both together what should there arise And be presented to our mortall eyes Out of the fire but a more perfect creature Because that two in one is put by Nature The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie The other giues it loue and chastitie The one hath giuen it wits rarietie The other guides the wit most charily The one for vertue doth excell the rest The other in true constancie is blest If that the Phoenix had bene separated And from the gentle Turtle had bene parted Loue had bene murdred in the infancie Without these two no loue at all can be Let the loue wandring wits but learne of these To die together so their griefe to ease But louers now adayes do loue to change And here and there their wanton eyes do range Not pleased with one choise but seeking many And in the end scarce is content with any Loue now adayes is like a shadowed sight That shewes it sâ—lfe in Phoâ—hus golden light But if in kindnesse you do striue to take it Fades cleane away and you must needs for sake it Louers are like the leaues with Winter shoken Brittle like glasse that with one fall is broken O fond corrupted age when birds shall show The world their dutie and to let men know That no sinister chaunce should hinder loue Though as these two did deaths arrest they proue I can but mourne with sadnesse and with griefe Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe To see these two consumed in the fire Whom Loue did copulate with true desire But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring The fame of this dayes wondrous offring That they may sing in notes of Chastitie The Turtle and the Phoenix amitie Conclusion GEntle conceiuers of true meaning Wit Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines Whose bitter worme-wood spirite in some straines Bite like the Curres of Aegypt those that loue them Let me alone I will be loth to moue them For why when mightie men their wit do proue How shall I least of all expect their loue Yet to those men I gratulate some paine Because they touch those that in art do faine But those that haue the spirit to do good Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of bloud To all and all in all that view my labour Of euery iudging sight I craue some fauour At least to reade and if you reading find A lame leg'd staffe t is lamenesse of the mind That had no better skill yet let it passe For burdnous lodes are set vpon an Asse From the sweet fire of perfumed wood Another princely Phoenix vpright stood Whose feathers purified did yeeld more light Then her late burned mother out of sight And in her heart restes a perpetuall loue Sprong from the bosome of the Turtle-Doue Long may the new vprising bird increase Some humors and some motions to release And thus to all I offer my deuotion Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion Finis R. C. Cantoes Alphabet-wise to faire Phoenix made by the Paphian Doue A. 1. A Hill a hill a Phoenix seekes a Hill A promontorie top a stately Mountaine A Riuer where poore soule she dippes her bill And that sweete siluer streame is Natures fountaine Accomplishing all pleasures at her will Ah be my Phoenix I will be thy Doue And thou and I in secrecie will loue B. 2. Blaze not my loue thou Herald of the day Blesse not the mountaine tops with my sweet shine Beloued more I am then thou canst say Blessed and blessed be that Saint of mine Balme honie sweet and honor of this Clime Blotted by things vnseene belou'd of many But Loues true motion dares not giue to any C. 3. Chastnesse farewell farewell the bed of Glorie Constraint adew thou art loues Enemie Come true Report make of my Loue a Storie Cast lots for my poore heart so thou enioy me Come come sweet Phoenix I at length do claime thee Chaste bird too chaste to hinder what is willing Come in mine armes and we le not sit a billing D. 4. Deuout obedience on my knees I profer Delight matcht with delight if thou do craue it Denie not gentle Phoenix my sweet offer Despaire not in my loue for thou shalt haue it Damne not the soule to woe if thou canst saue it Doues pray deuoutly O let me request Delicious loue to build within thy nest E. 5. Enuie is banisht do not thou despaire Euill motions tempt thee sooner then the good Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire Euery thing 's silent to conioyne thy blood Esteeme the thing that cannot be withstood Esteeme of me and I will lend thee fire Euen of mine owne to fit thy sweet desire F. 6. Faint harted soule why dost thou die thy cheekes Fearfâ—ll of that which will reuiue thy sence Faith and obedience thy sweet mercy seekes Friends plighted war with thee I will commence Feare not at all t is but sweet Loues offence Fit to be done so doing t is not seene Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene G. 7. Gold beautifying Phoenix I must praise thee Granut gracious heauens a delightsome Muse Giue me old Homers spirit and I le raise thee Gracious in thought do not my Loue refuse Great map of beauty make thou no excuse Gainst my true louing spirit do not carpe Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe H. 8. Health to thy vertues health to all thy beauty Honour attend thy steps when thou art going High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty Hart-groning care to thee still stands a woing Haue pitty on him Phoenix for so doing Helpe his disease and cure his malady Hide not thy secret glory least he die I. 9. I Loue ô Loue how thou abusest me I see the fire and warme me with the flame I note the errors of thy deity In Vestas honor Venus lusts to tame I in my humors yeeld thee not a name I count thee foolish 〈◊〉 Adultrous boy I touch the sweete but cannot tast the ioy K. 10. Kisses are true loues pledges kisse thy deare Turtle Keepe not from him the secrets of thy youth Knowledge he 'le teach thee vnder a greene spred Mirtle Kend shalt thou be of no man of my truth Know first the motion when the life ensueth Knocke at my harts dore I will be thy porter So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter L. 11. Loue is my great Aduotrix at thy shrine Loue pleads for me and from my tongue doth say Lie where thou wilt my hart shall sleepe with thine Lamenting of thy beauty fresh as May Looke Phoenix to thy selfe do not decay Let me but water thy dead saplesse
idolatrize Ore the wide world my loue-layes I le be sending My loue-layes in my Loues praise alwayes written Heart-comfortable motions still attending Your beautie and your vertuous zeale commending Eyes that no frosts-cold-rage hath euer bitten Do you then thinke that I in Loues hot fire Idolatrize and surphet in desire 7. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I being forc'd to carrie Venus shield Had rather beare a Phoenix for my crest Rather then any bird within the field Loue tels me that her beautie is the best Though some desire faire Vestas Turtle-doue In my Birds bosome resteth perfect loue Vaine is that blind vnskilfull herauldrie That will not cause my bird that is so rare Face all the world for her rarietie Then who with her for honor may compare Haue we one like her for her pride of beautie Of all the feathered Quier in the aire Any but vnto her do owe their dutie Other may blaze but I will alwaies say Grace whom thou list she beares the palme away 8. What euer fall I am at call What thunder stormes of enuie shall arise Euer to thee my heart is durable Fall fortunes wheele on me to tyrrannize I will be alwayes found inexorable Am I not then to thee most stable At morne midnight and at mid-dayes sunne Call when thou wilt my deare to thee I le runne 9. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I now do wish my loue should be relieued Had I my thoughts in compasse of my will Rather then liue and surfeit being grieued Loue in my breast doth wondrous things fulfill Though loues vnkindnesse many men do kill In her I trust that is my true sworne louer Vaine he doth write that doth her vertues smother That she is faire Nature her selfe alloweth Face full of beauty eyes resembling fire Then my pure hart to loue thy hart still voweth Haue me in fauour for my good desire Of holy loue Loues Temple to aspire Anâ— but thee my thoughts will here require Other sweet motions now I will conceale Grace these rude lines that my hearts thoughts reueale 10. Disgrace not me in louing thee Disgrace be banisht from thy heauenly brow Not entertained of thy piercing eie Me thy sweete lippes a sweet touch will allow In thy faire bosome would I alwayes lie Louing in such a downe-bed to be placed Thee for to please my selfe for euer graced 11. I had rather loue though in vaine that face Then haue of any other grace I liue enricht with giâ—ts of great content Had my desires the guerdon of good will Rather then taste of Fortunes fickle bent Loue bids me die and scorne her witlesse skill Though Loue command Despaire doth stil attend Iâ— hazard proues oft times but doubtfull end Vaine is the loue encountred with denayes That yeelds but griefe where grace should rather grow Face full of furie voide of curteous praise Then since all loue consists of weale and woe Haue still in mind that loue deserues the best Of heaâ—ts the touchstone inward motions louing Any that yeelds the fruite of true-loues rest Other I loue vnworthie of commending Grac'd with bare beautie beautie most offending 12. My selfe and mine are alwayes thine My care to haue my blooming Rose not wither Selfe-louing Enuie shall it not denie And that base weed thy growth doth seeke to hinder Mine hands shall pull him vp immediatly Are they not enuious monsters in thine eie Alwayes with vaine occasions to inclose Thine euer growing beautie like the Rose 13. The darting of your eies may heale or wound Let not empiring lookes my heart confound The ey-bals in your head are Cupids fire Darting such hot sparkles at my brest Of force I am enthrald and do desire Your gracious loue to make me happie blest Eyes lippes and tongue haue caused my vnrest May I vnto the height of grace aspire Heale my sicke heart with loues great griefe opprest Or if to fire thou wilt not yeeld such fuell Wound me to death and so be counted cruell Let the wide ope-mouth'd world slaunder the guiltie Not my dead Phoenix that doth scorne such shame Empiring honor blots such infamie Lookes dart away the blemish of that name My thoughts prognosticate thy Ladies pittie Hearts-ease to thee this counsell will I giue Confound thy foes but let true louers liue 14. You are my ioy be not so coy You best belou'd you honor of delight Are the bright shining Starre that I adore My eyes like Watchmen gaze within the night Ioy fils my heart when you do shine before Be not disgrasiue to thy friend therefore Too glorious are thy lookes to entertaine Coy thoughts fell peeuish deeds our base disdaine 15. For you I die being absent from mine eye For all the holy rites that Venus vseth You I coniure to true obedience I offer faith which no kind hart refuseth Die periur'd Enuie for thy late offence Being enamored of rich Beauties pride Absent I freeze in Winters pining cold From thee I sit as if thou hadst denide My loue-sicke passions twentie times retold Eye-dazling Mistris with a looke of pittie Grace my sad Song and my hearts pining Dittie 16. Send me your heart to ease my smart Send but a glaunce of amours from thine eie Me will it rauish with exceeding pleasure Your eye-bals do enwrap my destinie Heart sicke with sorrow sorrow out of measure To thinke vpon my loues continuall â—olly Ease thou my paine from pitties golden treasure My griefe proceeds from thee and I suppose Smart of my smart will my lifes bloud inclose 17. Seeing you haue mine let me haue thine Seeing my passions are so penetrable You of all other should be pittifull Haue mind of me and you 'le be fauourable Mine hart doth tell me you are mercifull Let my harts loue be alwayes violable Me haue you found in all things dutifull Haue me in fauour and thy selfe shalt see Thine and none others will I all wayes be 18. Within thy brest my hart doth rest Within the cirâ—uit of a Christall spheare Thy eyes are plast and vnderneath those eyes Brest of hard flint eares that do scorne to heare My dayes sad gronings and night waking cries Hart sore sicke passions and Loues agonies Doth it become thy beauty no a staine Rests on thy bright brow
wrinckled with disdaine 19. O let me heare from thee my deare O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse Let me do penance for offending thee Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse Heare my submission thou wilt succor me From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency My hart is sorrie and I le bite my tongue Deare that to thee to thee I offred wrong 20. My Phoenix rare is all my care My life my hart my thoughts I dedicate to thee Phoenix of all beauty Rare things in hart of thee I meditate Is it not time I come to shew my duty All fauors vnto thee I consecrate My goods my lands my selfe and all is thine Care those that list so thou faire bird be mine 21. I would I might be thy delight I wish for things would they might take effect Would they might end and we enioy our pleasure I vow I would not proffred time neglect Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure Be all things enuious I would the respect Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule Delight matcht with delight doth me controule 22. If I you haue none else I craue If adoration euer were created I am a Maister of that holy Art You my aduotrix whom I haue admired Haue of my true deuotion bore a part None but your selfe may here be nominated Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart I cannot flatter Loue will not allow it Craue thou my hart on thee I will bestow it 23. Be you to me as I to thee Bee the poore Bee sucke hony from the flower You haue a spacious odoriferous field To tast all moysture where in sweet Floras bower Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld As a poore Captiue looking for the hower I may haue gracious lookes else am I kild To dye by you were lâ—fe and yet thy shame Thee would the wide world hate â—y â—olly blame 24. You are the first in whom I trust You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night First to the shore where I may set my feet In safegard void of Dangers cruell spight Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet I muster vp my spirits and they flie Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie 25. You are the last my loue shall taste You standing on the tower of hope and feare Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare Last can it not t is womans peeuishnesse My kind affections can it not forbeare Loue tels me that t is bred in idlenesse Shall such occasion hinder thee or me Taste first the fruit and then commend the tree 26. If you I had I should be glad If the Sunne shine the haruest man is glad You are my Sunne my dayes delight some Queene I am your haruest laborer almost mad Had I not my glorious commet seene I wish that I might sit within thy shade Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade Be not Narcissus but be alwaies kind Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find 27. Though place be far my heart is nar Though thou my Doue from me be separated Place nor the distance shall not hinder me Be constant for a while thou maist be thwarted Far am I not I le come to succour thee My heart and thine my sweet shall nere be parted Heart made of loue and true simplicitie Is not Loue lawlesse full of powerfull might Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight 28. My thoughts are dead cause thou art sped My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue Thoughts are his Heralds flying to my breast Are entertained if they thence remoue Dead shall their master be and in vnrest Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best Art thou then cruell no thou canst not be Sped with so foule a fiâ—nd as Crueltie 29. I send my heart to thee where gladly I would be I of all other am faire Venus thrall Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall Heart of my heart and soules felicitie To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified Thee aboue all things haue I deified Where is Affections fled to Enuies cauâ— Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie I from â—oulâ— bondage will my Phoenix saue Would she in loue require my courtesie Be louing as thou art faire else shall I sing Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing 30. If you me iust haue knowne Then take me for your owne If you be faire why should you be vnkind You haue no perfect reason for the sâ—â—e Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find Iust measure at my hands but you to blame Haue from the deepest closet of your heart Knowne my pure thoughts and yet I pine in smart Then in the deepest measure of pure loue Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue For in my bosomes chamber I enroule Your deepe loue-darting eie and still will be Owne of your owne despight extremitie 31. My heart I send to be your friend My deare soules comfort and my hopes true solace Heart of my heart and my liues secret ioy I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace Send cloudie exhalations cleane away To the blind mistie North there for to stay Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me Friend me with this and thou shalt neuer lose me 32. I haue no loue but you my Doue I pine in sadnesse and in sad songs singing Haue spent my time my ditties harsh and ill No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining You do procure me Niobes cup to fill My dutie yet remembred I dare proue Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue 34. I will not change though some be strange I cannot stir one foote from Venus gate Will you come sit and beare me company Not one but you can make me fortunate Change when thou wilt it is but cruelty Though vnto women it is giuen by fate Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hates Be thou of that mind else I will conclude Strange hast thou
sing Be blessed for sweete Loue 's a happie thing Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie Loue thee alone I will and loue none other And if thou find not my loues secrecie Heart faâ—oting thee then do thou Fancie smother Hath all the world such a true Bird as I Wonne to this fauour by my constancie Till that leane fleshles cripple pale-fac'd Death Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath Hath any loue such a firme constant heart It is thine owne vnlesse thou keepe it still Vndone shall I be cleane against my will Time shall tell thee how well I loue thee Time the true proportioner of things Shall in the end shew my affection Tell thee from whence all these my passions spring Thee honoring that of loue haue made election How often I haue made my offerings Well knowne to Venus and her louely sonne I to the wide world shall my passions runne Loue is a Lord of hearts a great Commander Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender Most deuine and sacred Haue I found your loue vnspotted Most reuerend Mistris honor of mine eie Deuine most holy in religious loue And Lord it selfe of my hearts emperiâ— Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue Haue in remembrance what affection willeth I it reuiues the mind and the mind killeth Found haue I written in your skie-like brow Your neuer ceasing kind humilitie Loue for your sake to me hath made a vow Vnspotted shall I find your constancie And without staine to thy pure stainlesse beautie Shall my hearts bosome offer vp his dutie The want of thee is death to me The day shall be all night and night all day Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light Of a blacke darknesse before thy loue will stay Thee from thy pleasure of thy hearts delight Is not Affection nurse to long Delay Deaths Messenger that barres me from thy sight To be in absence is to burne in fire Me round enwrapping with hot Loues desire I loue to be beloued I do acknowledge of all constant pure Loue is my true thoughts herrald and I le sing To be of thy thoughts closet firme and sure Be the world still thy vertues deifying Beloued of the most yet most of many Affirme my deare thou art belou'd of any I scorne if I be scorned I being not belou'd by my affection Scorne within my thoughts such bad disgrace If thou of me do make thy firme election I to none other loue will giue my place Be thou my Saint my bosomes Lord to proue Scorned of all I le be thy truest loue The heart 's in paine that loues in vaine The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued Hearts anguish and sad lookes may testifie In night they sleepe not and in day perplexed Paine of this sorrow makes them melancholy That in disdaine their silly minds are vexed Loues terror is so sharpe so strong so mightie In all things vnresistable being aliue Vaine he resists that gainst loues force doth striue What greater ioy can be then this Where loue enioyes each louers wish What may we count the world if loue were dead Greater in woe then woe it selfe can be Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled Cannot but kill the heart immediatly Because by ioy the heart is nourished Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest This motion in the end will make thee blest Where two harts are vnited all in one Loue like a King a Lord a Soueraigne Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon Each sad heart crauing aid by Cupid slaine Louers be merrie Loue being dignified Wish what you will it shall not be denied Finis quoth R. Chester HEREAFTER FOLLOVV DIVERSE Poeticall Essaies on the former Subiect viz the Turtle and Phoenix Done by the best and chiefest of our moderne writers with their names subscribed to their particular workes neuer before extant And now first consecrated by them all generally to the loue and merite of the true-noble Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori MDCI. INVOCATIO Ad Apollinem Pierides GOod Fate faire Thespian Deities And thou bright God whose golden Eies Serue as a Mirrour to the siluer Morne When in the height of Grace she doth adorne Her Chrystall presence and inuites The euer-youthfull Bromius to delights Sprinckling his sute of Vâ—rt with Pearle And like a loose enamour'd Girle Ingles his cheeke which waxing red with shame Instincts the senslesse Grapes to do the same Till by his sweete reflection fed They gather spirit and grow discoloured To your high influence we commend Our following Labours and sustend Our mutuall palmes prepar'd to gratulate An honorable friend then propagate With your illustrate faculties Our mentall powers Instruct vs how to rise In weighty Numbers well pursu'd And varied from the Multitude Be lauish once and plenteously profuse Your holy waters to our thirstie Muse That we may giue a Round to him In a Castalian boule crown'd to the brim Vatum Chorus To the worthily honor'd Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie NOblest of minds here do the Muses bring Vnto your safer iudgements tast Pure iuice that flow'd from the Pierian springs Not filch'd nor borrow'd but exhaust By the flame-hair'd Apollos hand And at his well-obseru'd command For you infusde in our retentiue braine â—s now distild thence through our quilles againe Value our verse as you approue the worth And thinke of what they are create No Mercenarie hope did bring them forth They tread not in that seruile Gate But a true Zeale borne in our spirites Responsible to your high Merites And an Inuention freer then the Times These were the Parents to our seuerall Rimes Wherein Kind Learned Enuious al may view That we haue writ worthy our selues and you Vatum Chorus The first THe siluer Vault of heauen hath but one Eie And that 's the Sunne the foule-maskt-Ladie Night Which blots the Cloudes the white Booke of the Skie But one sicke Phoebe feuer-shaking Light The heart one string so thus in single turnes The world one Phoenix till another burnes The burning SVppose here burnes this wonder of a breath In righteous flames and holy-heated fires Like Musicke which doth rapt it selfe to death Sweet'ning the inward roome of mans Desires So she wast's both her wings in pâ—teous strife The flame that eates her seedes the others life Her rare-dead ashes fill a rare-liue vrne One Phoenix borne another Phoenix burne Ignoto