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A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

wrought You now are dust con●umde as t were to nought Though conquering War doth make in time to come Many things florish and with Fame to rise Yet in the end when all is past and done Time doth All this consume in spitefull wise All M●●uments all Monarchs that haue been Time in the end destroyes and weares out cleane And since t is so I will contented liue In discontent for if that Time can make An end of All and end to each thing giue May be some order he for me will take May be in th' end when I shall tried bee To th' vtmost I my guerdon iust may see Roma ALBA thinkst thou thy Month shall still be MAY And that thy Colour fresh still faire will be That Time and Fortune will not weare away Beautie which God and Nature lends to thee Yes yes that white and red thy Cheekes now show Shall quicklie change and blacke and yellow grow The Giniper the longer it doth flower The older still it waxeth bowing still And that sweete face of thine which now hath power Whole worlds with wondering at the same to fill Shall though it now sauns blemish be a Staine Hereafter with thicke wrinkeled Clifts remaine Great care to keepe this Beautie fraile must be Which we God knowes a small time doe enioy Doe what we can we lose it suddenle Why then being courted shouldst thou seeme so coy Fortunes wings made of Times feather●●eere stay But eare thou them canst measure flit away Then be not ouer hard like changeles Fate But let my Cries force thee at last relent Doe not oppose thy selfe too obstinate Gainst him whose time to honor thee is spent Ah let me speake the trueth though somewhat bold Though now th' art young thou one day must be old Riuers of gorie blood into the Sea In sted of Waters shall most swiftlie runne The hugie Ocean drie as land shall be And darke as pitch shall shew the glistering Sunne LOVE shall of Loue and kindenes be depriude And vastie world sauns people shall abide The Night shall lightsome be as Day most plaine The Heauens with their coloured cloudes shall fall Fore LOVE in me a new IDEA frame Or my firme Heart from ALBA alter shall Ah fore I change let horror stop my breth Vnworthie Her vnworthie of this earth As heretofore so still I will her loue Nere shall my constant Heart lie languishing In hope another Beautie for to proue Which flitting fancie to mine eyes might bring My fa●●h Acanthus like shall flourish greene Which th'older t is the fresher still is seene I am no glasse but perfect Diamound My constant minde holdes still where first it tooke Though not my selfe my soule 's in English ground ITALIANS lookes but not there LOVES I brooke The Globelike World is round and hath no end Such is my Faith to her my Fairest frend Fano Gold 's changde to Lead and Emmeralds into Glasse Lillies proue Weedes and Roses Nettles bee No harmles Beasts now through the fields doe passe To feede on Hill or Valleys shade we see Wilde Tigers fierce and rauenous Lions fell In open Plaine and cooly Groues doe dwell In stead of milde and pleasing Accents sweete From hollow Places fearfull Voices sound Eccho amongst the craggie rocks doth weepe And heauie makes her noyse with sighs rebound Riuers against their wonted course do runne The Moone lookes black eclipsed is the Sunne The Sallow shakes his boughes and inward grieues The Cypresse shew'th as if he sickly were And melancholy bares his lothed leaues A signe presaging some great cause of feare Phoebus no more doth combe his tresses f●●re But careles lets them feltred hang in th'a●re Ghosts through the Citie ghastfully appeere And hideous shapes the mindes of men afright No Day we haue but darknes euery where And turnd the World is topsie turuy quite The cause of all this change is my faire Loue Since to the countrie hence she doth remoue On bended knees low groueling on the ground Before the CRVEL FAIRE I prostrate lay But what I sought of Her could not be found My kinde request was dasht with ruffe Denay With me she sharply gan expostulate Nor would she once pitie my hard Estate Teares I did shed but teares I shed in vaine Vowes I did make my Vowes she did reiect Prayers I offred Prayers she did disdaine Presents I sent but them sh'would not accept If teares vowes prayers nor presents can doe good What then remaines but for to offer blood Then Cruell take this Blood Oblations Fee Which at thy shrine from Hart I sacrifice I know t will doe thee good and liketh thee And I bestow it in most hartie wise Neuer ●o much I of my life did make But that I could dispend it for thy sake What needst thou then ad water to the Seas Beames to the Sunne or light vnto the Day When I more readie am if so thou please My selfe to kill then thou my life to slay Ah let me know thy minde thus vex not still A kinde of Pitie t is quickly to kill In stately Bed twixt sheetes more white then snow Where late my Pearle mine ALBA faire did lie I restlesse vp and downe tosse to and fro Whilst trickling teares distill from blubbred eye Ah gentle sleepe do thou deuise some Meane For comfort mine whilst I of her shall dreame You downy Pillowes you which but of late Her daintie selfe did kindly entertaine Once of two louing Bodies charge do take By your soft yeelding call her back againe For she is gone and Troynouant hath left And being gone my hart with he● hath rest For both of vs here 's roume enough to see We b●th in rest with ease may here remaine And he●e two soules vnited one shall bee Two bodies ioynd together One not twaine But t is in vaine for were she here I know Though you agreede agree she would not so Yet call her back and pray to her for me For I am hoarse with praying ouer long· Ah to no purpose t is to call I see She cannot heare she too too farre is gon Yet will I still her praises haroldise And mongst the beautious Saints her canonise Heare me a Martyr for religious Loue Thou Faire Tormentor Motiue of my paine All Racks and Tortors gainst my patience proue And when th' hast done begin afresh againe Wearie shalt thou be of tormenting me Before I grieued at these plagues will be Too deare I prise thy beautie to repent Or wish I had not such sower stormes endur'd Though I thy hard hart finde nere to relent Custome and time to woes ha●e me inur'd What ill so great but I would willing take And beare the brunt assur'd of thy sweet sake The sweet remembrance of thy sight of yore Th' only companion is of my deare life Thy presence was which absent I ado●e My paradise and place of ioy most rife So I al●ne am not though None 's with mee And was in Heauen when I thy

ALBA THE MONTHS MINDE OF A MELANCHOLY LOVER diuided into three parts By R. T. Gentleman HEREVNTO IS ADDED A most excellent pathetical and passionate Letter sent by Duke D'Epernoun vnto the late French King Henry the 3. of that name when he was commanded from the Court and from his Royall Companie Translated into English by the foresaid Author Spes Amor Fortuna valete AT LONDON Printed by Felix Kingston for Matthew Lownes 1598. As glorious Pearle the MARGARITE At shine of Sunne doth showe So doth she looke or very like To whom I Dutie owe. R.T. TO THE NO LESSE EXCELLENT THEN HONORABLIE DESCENDED Gentlewoman Mistresse Anne Herne PVre Lampe of Vertue burning alwaies bright VVho Grace in me vnworthie dost infuse Cleere Sunne that driu'st each doubtfull Mist from sight The firm'st Maintainer of my crased Muse Lo I this mournfull Verse in sable weede From sorrowes Cell do send thee for to reade Daine thou with cheerfull looke what my sad eye Distils from Lymbeck of a bleeding Hart Fruits of True Loue disdainde most wrongfully Vouch●afe of me as of my Dutie part A Wofull Wight indebted paieth thee so Bankroutes in pleasure can but pay with woe As often as the Moone doth change her course And Sunne to nouell Signe doth enter in So often I do call still for remorse Whilst endles sorrow doth new Griefe begin Once I each Month to CRVEL ALBA make A MONTHS MIND yet no pitie she doth take Thou art the SHADOVV of her SVBSTANCE faire Resembling her most perfectly in Shape Ah then but smile and it shall ease my care Though stint it cannot her nere dying hate Grant me this Boone and neuer shall my Verse Leaue of thy Christall BROOKE praise to rehearse Humbly deuoted vnto your matchles Vertues R. T. TO THE THRISE GENEROVS AND NOBLE Gentleman Sir Calisthines Brooke Knight one of her Maiesties chiefe Commanders in IRELAND MIrror of Knighthood WORTHIES Caualiere Touchstone of Valour Chiefe of Chiualrie Honor of Field to Foe a deadly Feare Wars bloody Ancient Plague to Surquedrie Souldiers Reliefe Mars brauest Coronell Bellonas Trumpet Battailes Larum Bell Sweet to thy Friends to Strangers nothing sower Whose kinde Behauiour hath bin of such force As ore thy deadliest Foes th' hast had great power Making them learne true Pitie and Remorse Witnes the sauadge KERNS and IRISH wilde Wrought through thy Cariage sweete both tame and milde Vertue and Honor striue in thee t' exceede Valour and Beautie Intrest in thee claime Whilst thou thy Noble House noblest indeede Thy House not thee through thy Palme-rising Fame Worthy art thou to be Faire matchle● Wight MINION to Kings to Queenes deare FAVORITE Then Courteous KNIGHT vouchsafe with cheerfull smile This wofull Verse though worthles to accept Begot by Griefe brought forth as Sorrowes Childe Since Thee and Thine as Sacred I respect Ah had mine ALBA seene thy louely Face For thy sweet sake I then had found some Grace At your honorable Disposition alwaies to be commanded R.T. To the right noble and magnanimous Gentleman Sir John Brooke Knight one of her Maiesties chiefe Captaines in the LOVV COVNTRIES BRaue KNIGHT whose Vertues far exceed thy yeeres The Ornament of thy thrise Noble House VVhose Worth is such as findes abroad few Peeres So Famous art thou and Illustrious Making the World to wonder at thy Praise Whilst to thy selfe new Glorie thou dost raise Thou like vnto another Alexander Art to thy Countries Foes a Tamberlaine A Bloody Scourge whilst thou dost them indanger The Proudst of whom thou makst to yeeld with shame Witnes the Siege of AMYENS late in FRANCE W●●re Knightly Honor thy Seruice did aduance Vouchsafe thou then great MARSI's Parent Heire To lay aside thy Martiall minde a space And view these lines Th' vntimely Fruits of Care Which I desire though not deserue to grace Gratious thou art with All then grace to One This Verse whose Grace I do entreate alone May be when my coy ALBA shall perceiue This Fauour done so kindly vnto me She for a while from Rigor then will breathe Taking T●uce though not Peace from Crueltie Grant me this Sute and I with zeale will pray That when thou lou'st thy Mistris nere say Nay At yo●r honorable Disposition alwaies to be commanded R.T. Richard Day to the Author WHilst louely ROBIN REDBREST thou dost sing In chirping note her Beautie most diuine Whom thou to heauen with peeles of praise dost ring The gentle Aire with thee keepes tune and time Aurora from the skies on ALBA sweet Raines Roses her in kindnes more to greet To heare thee sing the Windes are whist in th' aire And calmie Zephirus a coole fresh blast doth blow Flora doth smile and Riuer● forced are To stay their course they like thy musick so Willing they lend to thee their listning eare As who would say Him only would we heare The sauage beasts do runne the liueles stones Tumble apace and mouing Mountaines hie To heare how sweetly thou thy Loue bemones Taking delight in this rare melodie Whilst LOVE himselfe hearing thee making Loue The ●eat● thereof as rauished doth proue So did the Thracian Orpheus heretofore Vpon the flowring bankes of Heber play On skilfull Harpe as thou dost now implore Longst TAMESIS for faire Euredisay Be then our English Orpheus raise thy Verse Thy worthie ALBAS praise brauely rehearse R. Day Gentleman An Answer to his kinde friend Richard Day Gent. NO louely nor beloued REDBREST I A ROBIN poore refusde such one I am Which I le ascribe vnto my Destinie And not impute it vnto ALBAS blame Yet will I chir● her praises to my skill Where Art doth want my Hart supplies goodwill Sweet Friend t is thou that louely sweet dost sing No swanne but rauen I my voice is hoarse Thou DAY to the day the cle●rest light dost bring And of thy DIAMANTA findst remorse Heau●●s Air● Windes Earth Beasts Stones Hils Seas and all Thou canst command by thy sweet Verses call To praise me thus thou dost me too much wrong This waight's too heauie for my back to beare To thee and to thy Mistris Praise belong For you not me this Garland's fit to weare Yet since some Flowers thereof you do bestow On ALBA mine I thankefull still will show Be thou our ALBIONS ●epheus most diuine I cannot play my ioy●●● not nimble are Thou that art best in Loues sweet t●ne and time Sound thou ●irected by a beautious Starre My Star is bright you let me tell the truth Where Beautie most abounds there wants most Ruth R. T. A friend though a stranger to the Author WHen I by chance do reade thy dulcet Verse I cannot though a stranger yet thy friend Thy passions be so pleasing and so pierce But giue thee Due and them of right commend So cunningly thy Verse doth ioyne with Art Thy griefes makes yerne the hardest Readers hart If thou dost write thou others dost enflame Thy stile is pure well nie Celestiall Like to the Sunne sparkling his beames