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A11612	Daiphantus, or the passions of loue Comicall to reade, but tragicall to act: as full of wit, as experience. By An. Sc. gentleman. Wherevnto is added, The passionate mans pilgrimage.	Scoloker, Anthony, fl. 1604.; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. aut; Raleigh, Walter, Sir, 1552?-1618. Passionate mans pilgrimage. aut	1604 (1604)	STC 21853; ESTC S102605	19,845	52

Infant Storie I sing the new World in an auncient Dittie I sing this World yea this worlds shame and glory I sing a Medley of rigor and of Pittie I sing the Courts Cyties and the Countrey fashions Yet sing I but of loue and her strange passions I sing that Antheme Louers sigh in sadnesse I sing sweete tunes of ioyes in wo-ven Verses I sing those Lines I once did act in madnesse I sing and weepe teares follow Births and Herses I sing a Dirge a Furie did indight it I sing My Selfe whilst I my Selfe do write it I inuocate to grace my Artlesse labor The faithfull Goddesse men call Memorie True Poets treasure and their wits best fauour To decke my Muse with truest Poesie Though Loue write wel yet Passiō blindes th'affecton Man ne're rules right that 's in the least subiection Sweete Memorie soules life new life increasing The eye of Iustice tongue of eloquence The locke of Larning Fountaine neuer ceasing The Cabinet of Secrets Caske of Sence Which gouern'll Nature teacheth man his awe That art all Conscience and yet rulst by Law Blesse thou this Loue song-ayre of my best wishes Thou art the Parent nourisheth desire Blow gentle winds safeland me at my Blisses Loue still mouats high though Louers not aspire My Poem's truth ●ond Poets seigne at pleasure A Louing Subiect is a Princes treasure THE PASSIONS OF LOVE IN Venice faire the Citie most admir'd There liu'd a Gallant who Da●phantus hight Right Nobly borne well Letter'd Lou'd Desir'd Of euery Courtyer in their most delight ' So full of Pleasaunce that he seem'd to be 'A man begot in Venus infancie His face was faire full comely was his feature Lip't like the Cherrie with a Wantons eye A Mars in anger yet a Venus Creature Made part of Cynthia most of Mercurie A pittied soule so made of Loue and hate Though still belou'd in Loue vnfortunate Thus made by Nature Fortune did conspire To ballance him with weight of Cupids Wings Passant in Loue yet oft in great desire Sudden in Loue not stayd in any thing He courted all not lou'd and much did striue To die for Loue yet neuer meant to wiue As Nature made him faire so likewise wittie She not content his thoughts thus very fickle Fortune that gain'd him plac'st him in this Citie To wheele his head which she had made most tickle Fortune made him belou'd and so distraught him His reynes let forth he fell and Cupid caught him Not farre from Venice in an Abbie faire Well wal'd about two worthy Ladyes dwelt Who Virgins were so sweet and Debonayre The ground they trod on of their odour smelt Two Virgin-Sisters matchlesse in a Pheare Had liued Virgins wel-nigh eighteene yeare Eurialae the Elder Sister 's nam'd The other was Vrania the wise Nature for making them was surely blam'd Venus her selfe by them all did despise ' Such beauties with such vertue So combind ' That al exceeds yet nought exceeds their mind Eurialae so shewes as doth the Sunne When mounted on the continent of Heauen Yet oft she 's clowded but when her glorie 's come Two Suns appeare to make her glory euen ' Her smiles sends brightnes when the Sun 's not bright ' Her lookes giue beauty whē the sun lends light Modest and humble of Nature milde and sweete Vnmatched beauty with her vertue meeting Proud that her lowly bezaunce doth regreet With her chast silence Vertue euer keeping ' This is the Sunne that sets before it rise ' This is a Starre No lesse are both her eyes Her beautie pearlesse pearlesse is her minde Her body matchlesse matchlesse are her thoughts Her selfe but one but one like her we finde Her wealth 's her vertue such vertue is not bought ' This is a heauen on earth makes her diuine ' This is the Sunne obscures where it doth shi●● Vrania next Oh that I had that Art Could write her worth her worth no eye may see Or that her tongue oh heauen were now my hart what siluer Lines in showres should drop from me My heart she keepes how can I then indite ' No heart-lesse creature can Loue-passions write As a black vaile vpon the wings of morne Brings forth a day as cleere as Venus face Or a faire Iewell by an Ethiope worne Inricheth much the eye which it doth grace Such is her beautie if it well be told Plac'st in a Iettie Chariot set with gold Her haire Nights Canopie in mourning weedes Is still inthron'd when lockt within is seene A Deitie drawne by a paire of Steedes Like Venus eyes And if the like haue beene Her eyes two radiant Starres but yet diuine Her face daies-sun heauen al if once they shine Vpon the left side of this heauenly feature In Curious worke Nature hath set a Seale Wherein is writ This is a matchlesse Creature Where wit and beautie striues for the appeale The Iudges chosde are Loue Fancie They rise And looking on her with her left their eyes Her Wit and Beautie were at many fraies Whether the deepe impressions did cause Nature said Beautie Art her Wit did praise Loue thought her face her tongue had Truths applause Whilest they contend which was the better part I lent an Eie She rob'd me of my heart Sisters these two are like the Day and Night Their glories by their vertues they doe Merit One as the Day to see the others might The others Night to shadow a high Spirit If all were Day how could a Louer rest Or if all Night Louers were too much blest Both faire As eke their bodies tall and slender Both wise yet Silence shewes their modestie Both graue although they both are yong tender Both humble hearted Not in Pollicie So faire wise graue and humble are esteem'd ' Yet what men see the worst of them is deem'd ' Nature that made them faire doth loue perfection ' What youth counts wisdō Age doth bring to trial ' Graue years in youth in Age needs no direction ' An humble heart deserues findes no denyall Faires ring their Knells yet Fame neuer dies True Iudgemēt's frō the hart not from the eies These two two Sisters Cozens to this Louer He often courts As was his wonted fashion Who sweares all 's fayre yet hath no heart to proue her Seems still in Loue or in a Louers passion Now learn's this Lesson Loue-scoffers find it Cupid hits rightest whē Louers do least mind it Although his guise were fashion'd to his mind And wording Loue As complement he vsde Seem'd still to iest at Loue and Louers kind Neuer obtainde but where he was refusde Yet now his words with wit so are rewarded He loues loues two loues all of none regarded Now he that laught to heare true Louers sigh Can bite his Lippes vntill his heart doth bleed Who Iyb'd at al loues al ech daies his night Who scorn'd now weeps howles writes his own meed ' He that would bandy Loue is now the Ball ' Who fear'd no hazard

VVhose was the wit Vrania did praise VVhose were the lips Artesias voice commended Whose was the hart lou'd all al crown'd with baies Sure t' was my selfe what did I O I tremble Yet I le not weep wise men may loue dissemble Fie no fond loue hath euer his reward A Sea of teares A world of sighes and grones Ah me Vitullia will haue no regard To ease my griefe and cure me of my mones If once her eare should hearken to that voyce Relates my Fortunes in Loues fickle choyse But now I will their worth with her's declare That Truth by Error may haue her true beeing Things good are lessned by the thing that 's rare Beautie increaseth by a blacknesse seeing ' Wo so is faire and chaste they sure are best ' Such is Vitullia such are all the rest ' But she is faire and chaste and wise what then ' So are they all without a difference ' She 's faire chaste wise and kinde yes to all men The rest are so Number makes Excellence ' She 's faire chaste wise kind rich yet humble ' They three her equall vertue cā neuer stumble ' Vtiullia is the Sunne they starres of night ' Yet night's the bosome wherin the Sun doth rest ' The Moone her selfe borrowes of the Suns light ' All by the starres take counsell to be blest The day's the Sunne yet Cupid can it blind The stars at night sleepe cures y e troubled mind ' She is a Rose the fairer so the sweeter ' She is a Lute whose belly tunes the Musicke ' She is my Prose yet makes me speake all Meeter ' She is my life yet sicknes me with Phisicke ' She is a Virgin that makes her a Iewell ' She will not loue me therein she is cruell Eurialae is like sleepe when one is wearie Vrania is like a golden slumber Artesias voyce like dreames that makes man merry Vitullia like a Bed all these in comber 1 Sleepe 2 Slumber 3 Dreames vpon a 4 Bed is best First Second Third but in the Fourth is blest Oh but Vitullia what She 's wonders prittie Oh I and what so is she very faire Oh yes and what she 's like her selfe most wittie And yet what is she She is all but Aire What can Earth be but Earth so we are all ' Peace then my Muse Opinion oft doth fall Eurialae I honour for humilitie ' Vrania I reuerence for her wit ' Artesia I adore for true agillitie ' Three Graces for the Goddesses most fit Each of these gifts are blessed in their faces Oh what 's Vitullia who hath all these Graces She 's but a Ladie So are all the rest As pure as sweet as modest yea as loyall Yes She 's the shadow shadowes are the lest Which tells the houre of vertue by her Dyall ' By her men see there is on earth a heauen ' By thē men know her vertues are match't euen In praysing all much time he vainly spent Yet thought none worthy but Vitullia Then cal'd to minde he could not well repent The loue he bare the wise Vrania Eurialae Artesia all such beauties had Which as they pleas'd him made him well nigh mad ' Eurialae her beautie his eye-sight harmed ' Vrania her wit his tongue incensed ' Artesia her voyce his eares had charmed ' Thus poore Daiphantus was with loue tormented Vitullius beautie as he did impart The others vertues vanquished his heart At length he grew as in an extasie Twixt loue and loue whose beautie was the truer His thoughts thus diuers as in a Lunacie He starts and stares to see whose was the purer Oft treads a Maze runs suddenly then stayes Thus with himselfe himself makes many frayes Now with his fingers like a Barber snaps Playes with the fire-pan as it were a Lute Vnties his shoe-strings then his lips he laps Whistles awhile and thinkes it is a Flute At length a glasse presents it to his sight Where well he acts fond loue in passions right His chin he strokes sweares beardles men kisse best His lips anoynts sayes Ladyes vse such fashions Spets on his Napkin termes that the Bathing Iest Then on the dust describes the Courtiers passion Then humble cal's though they do still aspire Ladies then fall when Lords rise by Desire Then stradling goes saies Frenchmen feare no Beares Vowes he will trauaile to the Siege of Brest Swears Captaines they doe all against the heare Protests Tabacco is A smoke-dride Iest Takes vp his pen for a Tabacco-pipe Thus all besmeard each lip the other wipe His breath he thinkes the smoke his tongue a cole Then calls for bottell-ale to quench his thirst Runs to his Inke-pot drinkes then stops the hole And thus growes madder then he was at first Tasso he finds by that of Hamlet thinkes Tearmes him a mad-man than of his Inkhorne drinks Calls Players fooles the foole he iudgeth wisest Will learne them Action out of Chaucers Pander Proues of their Poets bawdes euen in the highest Then drinkes a health and sweares it is no slander Puts off his cloathes his shirt he onely weares Much like mad Hamlet thus as Passion teares Who calls me forth from my distracted thought Oh Serberus if thou I prethy speake Reuenge if thou I was thy Riuall ought In purple gores I le make the ghosts to reake Vitullia oh Vitullia be thou still I le haue reuenge or harrow vp my will I le fallow vp the wrinkles of the earth Goe downe to Hell and knocke at Plutoes gate I le turne the hilles to vallies make a dearth ' Of vertuous honour to eternall Fate I le beat the windes make the tydes keepe back Reigne in the sea That Louers haue no wrack Yes tell the Earth it is a Murderer Hath slayne Vitullia oh Vitullia's dead I le count blinde Cupid for a Conjurer And with wilde horses will I rend his head I with a Pickax will plucke out his braines Laugh at this Boy ease Louers of much paines Oh then I le flie I le swim yet stay and then I le ride the Moone make the cloudes my Horse Make me a Ladder of the heads of men Clime vp to heauen yes my tongue will force To Gods and Angels Oh I le neuer end Till for Vituillia all my cryes I spend Then like a spirit of pure Innocence I le be all white and yet behold I le cry Reuenge Oh Louers this my sufferance Or else for Loue for Loue a soule must die Eurialae Vrania Artesia Soe Heart rent in sunder with these words of woe But soft here comes who comes and not calls out Of Rape and Murder Loue and Villanie Stay wretched man who runs doth neuer doubt It is thy Soule thy Saint thy Deitie Then call the Birds to ring a mourning Knell For mad Daiphantus who doth loue so well Oh sing a Song parted in parcels three I 'le beare the burthen still of all your griefe Who is all woe can tune his miserie To discontents but not to his