to that part so parted be thou kinde And to the same impart thy louing cheere That I returning may againe vnite This parted Hart and finde for griefe delight London III. Like to the blacksome night I may compare My Mistres gowne when darknes playes his prise But her sweet face like to the Sunne most faire VVhen he in glory ginneth to arise Yet this no whit the other doth disgrace But rather dubleth Bewtie in the place Contraries like to these set opposite So daintie and so pleasing in their show To lookers on doo breed no small delight And pleasure great thereby to them doth grow Oh wonder strange oh sollace sweete to see In one selfe subiect Night and Day to bee IIII. In the AEgean dangerous sea of Loue In midst of faithlesse waues and wicked winde VVhere to my cost most bitter brunts I proue A new Arion there my selfe I finde And though as he I play on Harpe and sing Yet cannot cunning mine so high aspire As for to make the skipping fish mee bring Vnto that wished shore I so desire Onely my Laura peerlesse for to see May in this troubled floud my Dolphin bee V. Great was the strife betweene the Sunne on 〈◊〉 And my faire Sunne when first she gan to peere VVho should exceed in brightest Maiestie And show in fight of spacious world most cleere The Sunne did shine but she did lighten bright And so his burning beames extinguisht quite Nay more my Sunne on sudden to the Sunne Lent light and yet no light at all did want Where els the other had been quite vndone For lacke of brightnes which with him was scant The beautie then the Sunne doth vse to show My Sunne doth giue and from her it doth grow VI. Turnd to a stone was he that did bewray Vnwitting to the craftie I heife himselfe The theft not thinking he had stoln the pray In hope to gaine a little paltrie pelfe So I who vnawares to cruell Thee The robber of my hart confest the theft A senselesse Stone like Battus am to see Onely in this vnlike that shape berest That where to worthlesse Stone he turned was I for a Touchstone true of Loue doo passe VII Downe from the necke vnto that daintie Brest Which Nature made a myrrour of delight And where a world of beauties sweet doo rest Doth hang a costly Chaine of Pearle most bright And of proportion are so iust and round That such in India rich cannot be found Besides their orient brightness is alike So that mine eyes are dazled with the same And not much vsde to see so faire a sight A sight which doth the Sunne in glorie staine Can well discerne though them they both doo see If Brest bee Pearle or Pearle in Bosome bee VIII To giue that life which had not breath before Prometheus from aboue stole heauenly fire For which his boldnes he was plagued sore A iust reward for such an high aspire So whilst I steale from thee my Heauen aboue The heate which doth reuiue my dying sprite For rashnes mine eternall griefe I proue Yet though our fault's all one the plague's not like He feeles of Vulture one alone the smart But I haue thousands which still gnaw my hart IX Loue being blinde hath wrought me damage sore Thou blinde in this my louing euill wast Nor would I see the snare being blinde farre more Wherein my selfe I did entangle fast Yet hath this blindnes harme done vnto none But vnto Beauties Buzzard me alone When blinded Boy did catch my harmlesse Hart Thou didst not see the net so intricate Which bound mee being blinde blinde as thou art To be a thrall in this most wretched state So that alone to worke my misery Loue blinde is blinde wert Thou and blinder I. X. If Laura thou doost burne gainst me in hate Then me such busses sweete why doost thou giue VVhy checkst thou not the Cheeks which giue the mate The vitall cause whereby I breathe and liue Perhaps it is because through too much ioy As in sweete swound I might away depart If so thou doo and thinke me so to noy Kisse hardly and with kissing breed my smart Content am I to loose this life of mine VVhilst I doo kisse that louely lip of thine XI Vpon triumphant Chariot passing rare In which my Sunne doth sit like Maiestie And makes the day shew vnto vs more faire Whose cheerfulnes delights each mortall eyeâ— I rash like to another Phaeton With hare-braine hast too hastie lept thereon But for my boldnes deerly did I pay And had like plague as he for being ore-braue Yet though in equall fortune both did stay For life he lost and death she to me gaue The punisher of both was not the same For he by Iâ—â—â— and I by Loue was slaine XII The Beautie that in Paradice doth grow Liuely appeares in my sweet Goddesse face From whence as from a christall Riuer flow Fauour deuine and comelines of grace But in her daintie yet too cruell Brest More crueltie and hardnes doth abound Than doth in painfull Purgatorie rest So that at once she's faire and cruell found When in her face and breast ah griefe to tell Bright Heauen she showes and craftie â—ides dark hell XIII Whilst angrie Iuno from the scowling Skies Thicke swinging showers did downward send amaine My Ladie mounting vp in stately wise From heauen more fast did fierie lightning raine So that the people passing had lesse harme By waterâ—wet than by the fire ore-warme The water onelyâ—wet their outward skin A matter small in which was danger none But this her fire did burne their harts within And forst them as they went to sigh and grone So that theiâ— greife was greater sauns all doubt To haue within fier than water without XIIII The swift Menander turning windes so fast And with his streame in circle wise so â—uns That wanton-like from whence he springs at last Backe to his fountaine head againe he comes In me a riuer huge of teares from hart To watrie eyes ascend from whence they flow And running downe doo from mine eyes depart Descending to my hart againe below So that through vertue of most mightie Loue In hart a new Menander I doo proue XV. Thou stranger who with wandring steps dost wend Thy gazing eyes turne quickly vnto mee And to my speech with listning eare attend In whom foure Elements vnited bee Marke well and as a wonder tell the same Of Cupids force poore Louerâ— Iâ—mburlane First this my body's earth and earth most cold The fire within my hart in couert lyes The aire's my sighes mine eyes doo waters hold Thus for my Saint be doth me marteriâ—e Earth is my bodie strange seemes not this same The aire my sighes eyes water hart the flame XVI If louely Lasse for Fairing thine of mee Gold in this Faire thou meanest for to haue Then giue me of thy Haires which golden bee Giue vnto mee since thou of mee doost craue Nor by this bargaine shalt thou losse sustaine
hand This pray so sure of Loue am I faire Dame And you to mee which burneth mee the flame So that if I to you farre off doo show You kindle straight in mee a quenchlesse fire And yet although within it burne me so Sweete is the heate whose fuell is Desire For rather I in fire neere you would bee Than freed from flame you farther off to see XXX Loue ope my hart hot fire thou forth shalt take Open my Lauras in it thou shalt finde Cold frost then of these two contraries make But one and that same one frame thou more kinde Of both our harts make but one louing hart And giue it vnto which thou please of twaine Giue it to her to her doo it impart Or vnto mee it skills not much the same Ile doubt no more when but one hart we haue Betweene vs both for this is all I craue XXXI Vnto an Image may I right compare My Mistres since so cruell shee's to mee VVhich standeth for a signe or shadow faire To which the simple ignorant bow with knee And though with eyes mouth eares and feet it show Yet dooth it neither set talke heare or goe So playes my Choyce when I appeare in sight Nor see nor speake nor heare nor stay she will So as an Idoll she resembleth right Blinde muâ—â— deafe mouelesse senselesse standing still Then am not I worse than a liuelesse Blocke To worship such a painted coloured Stocke Fiorenza XXXII Both iemmes and pearle their proper value haue But yet vnlike for nor alike's their prise Some sought for are and each one doth them craue Others more base doo passe in worthlesse wise A Iuell rich and princelike Iemme is she Whom I esteeme and such account of make Yet in her selfe no price hath for to see For it is holden at so high a rate As all the gold nor siluer which dothly In th'earth or sea the same at worth can by XXXIII If loue wherein I burne were but a fire I quencht it had with water of my teares If water these my plaints I this Desire Had dryde through inward heate my hart that taints But Loue that in my griefes doth take delight Both fire and water turnes to worke mee spite Flie then this Loue since such is his great power As waues to fire and fire to waues he turnes And with an absent Beautie euerie hower My fainting hart with Fancies fuell burnes And gainst all sense makes mee of C A Re and I â— More than of good and ComfoRT to haue will XXXIIII Riuers vnto the Sea doo tribute pay A most vnconstant moouing Sea art thou And I within mine eyes be deawed ay A Riuer hold of bitter teares as now Receiue then from these moystned cheekes of mine Into thy lap the water I foorth powre Of dutie mine and of thy Debt a signe And mixt together with my sweet thy sowre So shall the water to the water bee More precious and the Sea more rich to th'Sea XXXV Such is the vertue of the Sunnie heate As seazing on the cockle shell which lies On seaish shore whereon his beames doo beate It makes it brightly shine in orient wise So that through secret power of radiant Sunne Of worthlesse shell a Pearle it doth become So Ladie you through force of Beauties power If you shall deigne to glaunce on me your eye And raine with grace on me a smiling shower A Iewell rich you make me by and by And if no Pearle at least a precious Stone This onely can you doo or els can none XXXVI The blood of faire Adonis Venus changd Into a Flower who whilst he did pursue In Forrest thicke whereas he hunting rangd The sauage Boare to kill the Boaâ—e him slue Doo thou the like sweet Loue doo thou the same Whilst now my life doth languish through thy power And whilst my wound makes me for to remaine Withouten blood transforme to a flower That where I liuing cannot dead I may A loued Flower in Lauras bosome stay XXXVII An Ocean sea of water calme am I Wherein kinde Loue the forme of fish doth take Leaping alongst the shore most wantonly Then Ladie of a Fisher d'on the shape Ah what sweete fishing shall you haue to like If Loue you chance to catch while he doth bite Come then and nak't into this water hie He cannot scape but here perforce must bide Lesse to my hart to saue himselfe he flie Then quickly strip thy selfe lay feare aside For of this daintie pray which thou shalt take Both Sea Fish and thy Selfe thou glad shalt make XXXVIII Rich Damaske Roses in faire cheekes doo bide Of my sweet Girle like Aprill in his prime But her hard Hart cold chilly snow doth hide Of bitter Iaâ—â—â—er the perfect signe Her Haire of gold showes yealow like the Corne In Iuly when the Sunne doth scortch the ground And her faire Brest ripe frute which doth adorne September rich so as in her is found Both Haruest Summer Winter Spring to bee Which you in Brest Haire Hart and Face may see XXXIX Th'immortall Paâ—â—â— fatall Sisters three Of mortall men doo sing the shunlesse fate What once was what is now and what shalbee Their life their death their fortune and their state Our Song let bee like theirs Three they were And so our number is Three are we here Sing Laura then sing Loue and sing will I Of dreery fortune mine sing let vs all Let's sing in dolefull tune most mournfully How tis how twas and haplesse still shall fall The Preseâ—t Pasâ—ed and which none can mend What shalbe world to come withouten end XL. The Heauens their restlesse Sphere doo alwayes moue In thee doth moue the faith which thou didst plight And I Iâ—â—â— like still in my loue Doo roule and yet I roule my wheele aright So that twixt vs continuall motions wend. But which is worse vnconstant Wench I see The Heauens will haue their motions without end Which neuer ceasing roule continually And thou like them to roule doost meane thy fill And since tis so Ile roule too gainst my will The Conclusion of the second Part. THus is the second Course now serued in A Course too course for such a daintie Dame Yet Ladie though the cheere be bad and thin Because it comes of Zeale accept the same And though not worthy of your grace it bee Yet make it gracious through your curtesie Great sumptuous Feasts the stomacke doth dislike Which oft in bodie dangerous surfets breed Where dishes few reuiue our sense and spright And Nature's pleasd on little for to feed This as a sawce your appetite to moue Accept where meate's the HaRT where Cooke is Loue Nor thinke the worse though I haue spun a thred So fine I meane your praise I cannot mend Since tis a worke to ground the wisest Heâ— And marre I should this loome the Cloth not mend So Venus matchlesse shape Apelles drew But how to finish it he neuer knew Farre more's my minde than is my feeble might
Or ought hereby shalt hindred be sweet VVench Since I to courteous thee doo giue againe As thankfull gold for gold in recompence Thy treasure so shall mine be mine as thine Nor shall th'exchange be worse than gold most fine XVII Rockt in a cradle like as Infants bee VVhen I was yong a little wanton childe Two daintie dugs did nourish life in mee VVhilst oft on them with teate in mouth I smilde Ah happie I thrice happie might I say VVhilst in that harmlesse state I then did stay But now that I am come to mans estate Such dugs as nurst me in delight and ioy Doo seeke my death by poysonous sugred baâ— VVhose sight without possession breeds me noy So vvhat in childhood caused me to liue Novv in my youth doth death vnto me giue XVIII If Sea no other thing doth shew to bee Than most vnstable vvaters moouing oft With pardon Ladie you this seeme to mee So most vnstable is your changing thought I likevvise hold a riuer that orevvhelmes With vvatrie salt vvithin these eyes of mine Then let vs make a mixture mongst our selues Of this vnstedfastnes and vvatrie brine Lets fashion both of vs a nouell Sea So heauen the hauen and loue the bay shalbee XIX Ladie the Sunne was in Aquarius VVhen thou werâ— borne which is the reason why The water of my plaines delight thee thur VVithout once viewing me with piteous eye But when as I was borne the Signe I gesse In Cancer was a show of my distresse This is the cause vvithin my boyling brest Doth burne a hot and vnextinguishe fire But contrarie these Signes in vs doe rest Nor doo they vvell accord to my desire Farre better had it been Aquarius Signe Had hapt to mee and Cancer had been thine XX. What time with brow the Loueliest give to scowle Shewing disdaine and furie in her face Mee thinkes I see the clowdes wer darke and fowle And gloomie night begins to run his race But then againe when she to show begins Her smiling chere adornd with 〈◊〉 rare Straight waies the Sunne in charies bright forth springs Clere are the skies the gladsome day most faire Thus in one face I see against my will The rising of the Sunne and falling still XXI Ranckle the wound did in my head apace When fairest Shee to play the 〈◊〉 came And whilst her snow white hand did me the grace To lay the plaister 〈◊〉 which heald the same A wonder strange no sooner did she tuch The hurt but it appeard to be 〈◊〉 such Yet woe is me no sooner by their hand Was heald in head my outward feâ—â—ring wound But that in sted of that as 〈…〉 One mortall sear at inward hart I found Thus Loue thou seest is changed my estate She checkes with death that â—ore gaue life for mate Venice XXII If in the midst of kindled burning fire That worthy Romane burnt his valiant hand I like an other Mutius in desire Haue scorcht my fiâ—t likewise through Loues command In freshest moysture where my Ladie svveet Her lilly hands for coolnes diued oft But though desire betvveene vs vvas alike Yet vvas the matter diuers vvhich vve sought He chose to burne his hand with courage bold In flaming fire and I in water cold XXIII The Gentiles 〈◊〉 in signe of sacrifice The blood of men to offer to appease The vvarlike Goddesse vvrath in humble vvise And through the same her angrie minde did please But thou more wicked Warrier farre than shee In reason maist more cruell termed bee On Beauties altar to thee dedicate Thousands of Louers mustering on a row Offer their blood and harts yet mitigate Thy hardned minde cannot which flint doth show Then is she cruell lesse than thou art now Since blood her pleasd and thee harts cannot bow XXIIII For to behold my Sunne I from the Sunne Did seeke my face to shadow with my hand To shield me from the heate that gan to come In place where gazing on her I did stand But I no sooner from that Sunne was free But that in that selfe instant and that time I of mine owne Sunne found myselfe to bee Burnt with the heate a most vnluckie signe So whilst a shade from sunne did me defend A Sunne more hot did hurt me in the end XXV White was the orient pearle which on a day That hand me gaue which scornes the proud compare Of purest white and beares the palme away As of all pearly faires the orientst faire And whilst she offred vnto mee the same I knew not which the pearle was of the twaine So white the hand was of my peerlesse Pearle As it did dazle with delight mine eyes And pearle seemd to me giuing me the pearle Which made me sighing say in whispring wise Ah why once may I not so happie bee This Pearle to haue which th' other giues to mee XXVI VVhen you appeare appeares the breake of day And shewes to be most faire and passing bright But if you keep your selfe vnseene away The day showes not but keepeth out of sight Then if againe you gin your selfe to show Behold the Day to shew it selfe afresh VVith skie most clere so both of you doo grow In beautie like in heate nor are you lesse Thus if your beames you ope or hidden been The breake of day appeares els nere is seene XXVII Iustly of thee Loue partiall I complaine That at one instant and vvith one selfe stroke Thou darted hast into my hart vvith paine Cold chilly frost and fierie flaming smoke Ay me vvithin me both I secret hold And whilst th' one bornes me th' other makes me cold Then Cruell since thou wilt two contraries Against my soule within my hart shall rest Ah yet mak peace twixt them in louing wise Or els sweete Loue doo promise this at least Flame to my frost and water to my fire Life to my hart to comfort my desire XXVIII Diana shineth in the heauens cleere Because from purest Sunne she takes her light And Faire she showes that of Diana heere On earth doth borrow beautie passing bright The vertue then that is infusde in her She from Diana hath or els from none For other thewes doo all in her 〈◊〉 And vnto her beholding are alone Oh wonder strange of Nature to reueale She Dian giues yet doth from Dian steale Siena XXIX As burnisht gold such are my Souereignes heares A brace of startes deuine her blackish eyes Like to the fairest blacke the Rauen beares Or fairer if you fairer can deuile So likewise faire's the beautie of her brests Where pleasure lurkes where ioy still dallying rests This Venus bower you rightly may compare To whitest snow that ere from heauen fell Or to the mynes of alabaster faire Woe's mee tis sweete to sleepe in Cupids cell Whilst he the hart makes surfet with delight Through golden haire black eyes brest most white XXX Vnto thy fauour which when Nature formd She went beyond her selfe with cunning hand I may compare what is in world adornd With
beautie most and with most grace doth stand But euerie mortall whitenes nere so white The yuorie white of thy white hand exceeds So that my Sowle which doth faire whitenes like Rests on faire whitenes and on whitenes feeds For this is thought and hoped of from thee VVhite as thy hands so white thy faith shalbee XXXI Ladie thou seemest Fortune vnto me When I most wistly marke how thou dost go With golden tresses loose a ioy to see Which gentle winde about thy eares doth bleâ— And as thou her resemblest in this sort So doest thou in attire and all thy port Only thou wantest for thy swift right hand The rolling wheele and shadowing vaile to hide Those eyes which like controllers do command But if thou longst of these to be supplide Take me thy prisoner for to play this part For my Desire's the wheele the Vaile's my HART XXXII Thou merry laughst and pleasantly dost smile I wofull weepe and mestfull sorrow still Left this thy mirth encreasing me beguile And weaue a webbe for me of greater ill Too well perceiue I this thy deepe disdaine By this thy fained lookes and cloaked glee Thou of disaster mine art glad and faine And faine my death as Basiliske wouldst see Since that of warte and bate this laughter is And not of gentle peace or calmy blisse XXXIII Since thou hast changde thy gowne and thine attire Ah change thy thoughts not alwayes cruel be And with new clothes put on a new Desire That new in euery point I may thee see And if thou heretofore vnkinde hast beene Be curteous now and gentle be thou seene Thy glory great thy praise more shalt thou finde If of vnconstant constant thou become And of a foe a faithfull friend and kinde Then change henceforth thy thoughts else I vndone Giue me that colour which so likes mine eine If death then blacke if life then Carnatine XXXIIII Changde is my nature in me where before I like was to a chilly freesing ice I now a flame am burning inward sore And such a flame that burneth in such wise That if Loue and my Mistresse take no care For this my hurt my soule must quickely die Yet one doth see for both not blinded are The fier so hote doth burne wherein I frie That fierce Perillus boyling Bull of brasse May vnto this for icie substance passe XXXV Farre beâ—et had it been I had been dead And laid full low in latest home my graue Than with that drinke my selfe for to haue fed VVhich Laura mine in Christall glasse 〈◊〉 gaue The licor pleasd me I must needs confesse Yet to my hart twas poyson nerthelesse So that I had contrarie quiet effect To my desire which I so much did wish Loue was in fault who Reason doth reiect And see my cruell lucke what hapt in this The wine was sweete yet did his nature turne It coold my mouth but hart within did burne XXXVI Sweet sung thy Bird in Ebon cage shut fast And did delight thy daintie eares so much As thou vouchsafdst to giue him meate atlast And gently didst his fethers stroke and tuch So Ladie I likewise in th' Ebonie Of thy bright eyes am prisoner and doe sing Thy Beauties praise and yet not fed am I By thee yet liue through thee a wondrous thing Loue to my hart thy Beautie doth supplie For food which els throgh famine starud would die XXXVII If white's the Moone thou Laura seemst as white And white's the gowne which you on bodie weare And if her whitely hornes in calmie night She smoothly glyding showes to vs most cleare You in the day time more and brighter farre Your Beautie showe like bright 〈◊〉 starre Like brightnes both of you abroad doo east Though not effect alike par 〈◊〉 You shine she shines your powers eternall last But yet betweene you is great difference Her brightnes freezeth causing deadly cold Yours doth enflame and liuely fire doth hold XXXVIII Euen as the lampe goeth out that oyle doth 〈◊〉 Or as the Sunne doth fall in th' occident So did my hart within me gin to pant My vitall spirnes away by little went VVhen taking on me pittie graciously My Mistres hem of garment trailing downe Toucht mee and mee reuiued suddenly Then if such vertue be within her gowne Imagin what doth stay her corps within VVhich who seeth through sweetnes needs must 〈◊〉 XXXIX Seated on marble was my Ladie blythe Holding in hand a christall looking Glasse Marking of Louers thousands who aliue Thankes onely to her Beautie 〈◊〉 did passe To prie in glasse likes her but afterward Shee takes the 〈◊〉 of the stone must hard For whilst she 〈◊〉 doth fixe her eyes Gazing vpon the 〈◊〉 of the 〈◊〉 Her hart by th'other made instrangle Hard as a rocke and senselesse as a stone So that if Loue this breaketh not in 〈◊〉 It will a flint become to others paine XL. No more a man as once I was am I Since this new Circes mooâ—'d by fierce disdaine Hath changd me to a fountaine neuer drie VVherein my selfe with bitter teares I 〈◊〉 Then am I one who alway eyes doo beare And brest of water flowing onely full Take heed you Louers all of her and feare The sugred baites of this deceitfull 〈…〉 Least by this Circe new you be deceau'd As I haue been and be of shape bereau'd The Conclusion of the first Part. THe Macedonian Monarch once did deigne In cheerfull sort in kind and louing wise To feast in Village with a homely Swaine VVho entertaind him as is countrey guise VVith curds and creame and such like knackes he had VVhereof the curteous Prince accepted glad So Ladie boldly I prâ—sumed haue To enuite you to a sorie Banquet base Nor to disdaine the same of you I craue Though eates too course for you too poore the place I cannot as I would giue curds and creame But milke and whey my fortune is so meane Yet if you shall accept it graciously And with your Fauour sweet this Bonrd adorne The vertue which is in you presently The whey to curds and milke to creame shall turne But if your looke you angrie turne away The milke shall still be milke the whay still whay Then as the Sunne in glorious wise doth shine As well on valley low as mountaine hie Vouchsafe one cheerefull glimse of fauour thine On pouer mee from out that heauenly eye Vnworthie I such grace I doe confesse Yet worthie thou to doo so â—erthelesse R. T. The scond part I. IF I somewhile looke vp into the skies I see faire Lady that same cheerefull light Which like to you doth shine in glorious wise And if on th'earth I chance to cast my sight The moouelesse Centre firme to me doth show The hardnesse which within your hart doth grow If seas I view the flowing waues most plaine Your fickle faith do represent to mee So as I still behold you to my paine Whenas the skies or th'earth or seas I see For in your seemely selfe doth
plaine appeare Like faith like hardnesse and like brightnes cleare II. Maruel I do not though thou doest not see My griefes and martires which I still sustaine For thou the Mole of loue doest seeme to me But if a Mole th'art onely to my paine How comes it then that seeing thou art blinde Thou me consumst as if thou hadst thy sight Why as thy nature by instinct doth bind Stayest not below packe hence and leaue this light Either those eies stil shut not me to grieue Or vnder ground in darkenes alwayes liue III. If whilome in times past that Spartane Lasse The Flower of Greece Dan Paris costly ioy Through her faire feature the onely causer was So manie Knights were slaine at Siedge of Troy Thou Laura art vnlike vnto her farre In this our Age a much more blessed Starre For she brought warres strife death and crueltie Where thou alone bringst peace and pleasure still Ah happie thrice that liggs in loue with thee And if by chance vnwares thou sometime kill Thou with thy smile the wound canst heale againe And giue him life whom thou before hadst slaine Pisae IIII. Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes Vnkinde why seekst to stop my fainting breath Goe and inuent some new kinde exercise Play the right Tyrant choyces vse in death New weapons seeke wherewith mee to offend Whereby I dying content may rest thy will But tell me wouldst so faine my life should end And knowst not sweet extreames doo sudden kill Cruell kisse me but once and thou shalt see Ended my life with that same Kisse to bee V. If what is heauie craues the Center base The earth below as nature willes the same Heauie the wofull griefes are in this case Which inward in my heart I do sustaine And if what's light by kinde aloft doth mount Then light's my Loue with thee of light account So that in doubtfull dangerous extreame Wretch that I am my selfe am sore afraide And doubt of thee so farre from golden meane Nor know I wel out of this depth to wade Lest that my life be shortned or I die VVhether it heauy falles or light ascends on hie VI. Ladie what time I seeke in mournefull note To shew mine agonies and bloudie mone My voyce doth faile and hoarse and harsh my throte And this doth come through you through you alone For whilst I thinke by meanes of you in song To mittigate some part of this my smart Insteede thereof you do me double wrong And with a glaunce you take away my hart So that I finde great hurt by this your theft Since where before but voyce now hart's bereft VII As rockes become exposde gainst waues and winde More hard such is thy nature stubborne Dame Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found As 〈◊〉 soft might seeme the Diamond Hence forward then let no man thinke to mooue By weeping or lamenting to his will This selfe willd saint which too too well I prooue A senselesse stone to be vnto â—e still Since to my griefe from all good lucke debard With plaints and sighes she doth become more hard VIII Harke louers harke a strangie myracle Of one depriude of heart yet death doth scape Mine â— a flower gaue me which sweete did smell And for the same away my life did take So that I only breathe through sent of flower And without heart not without life I liue Then is not this of mightie Loue his power A wonder strange which he for sport doth giue When that a flower sustaineth me alone VVith life who in my bodie heart haue none IX VVhen I did part from thee the other night Me thought a sowle blacke Dog with vgly shape Did follow me and did me sore affright And all the way did greedy on me gape Nor I this curre how he at me did howle Can well as yet forget with chaps most fowle Then thinking of his colour hatefull blacke Me thought some ill my Thought did feare to come And said within me turne againe turne backe If forward thou doest go thou art vndone Then pardon Lady if I backe againe Am come this night with you for to remaine X. My mourning mistresse garments blacke doth beare And I in blacke like her attired am Yet diuers is the cause why blacke we weare She for anothers death doth shew the same I for another reason beare this suâ—e Onely to shew by this my outward weede Mine inward griefe although my tongue be mute Of tender heart which deadly sighes doth bleede Thriâ—e happy I if as in habite we Are both in one our mindes both one might be XI If April fresh doth kindely giue vs flowers September yeeldes with more increase the frute Sweetest you haue in bosome Beauties Bowers Both these sweete tides whence forth they alwayes shute Both flower and fruite alonely you alone Can giue me when you please or else can none Oh dainty bosome bosome rich in prise Surmounting mountaines huge of beaten gold Whose whitenes braues the whitest snow that lies On highest hilles whose height none can behold In you my soule doth hope without annoy Both spring and haruest one day to enioy Roma XII Drawne cunning Painter hast thou with great 〈◊〉 The shadow of my louely Laura faire Which obiect sweet not smally ioyes my hart But little didst thou thinke nor wait thou ware That where thou thoughtst my fancie for to please Effect contrary sortes to my Desire So that it breedes in bodie â—â—ine vnease And senslesse burnes my hart with feeling fire Oh strange successe what made was for Content Doth most displease and liuelesse doth â—orment XIII When first the cruell Faire deignd graciously To looke on mee with kinde and curteous view And cast on mee a louely glauncing eye She knew not that I was her seruant trew But she no sooner ware was of the same But that she turnd her backe with great disdaine So as the wound I then close bare in brest I now through griefe show outward in my face But if that she by whom I wounded rest Liues in compassion cold toward me sanz grace Hard harted is she cruell was she to her frend And wicked shalbe world withouten end XIIII VVhen first the Sunne did shine vpon her eyes VVho fairest mongst her beauteous Sex doth show The Heauens her daintie corps in curteous wise Couerd with chilly cold and whitest snow She through the nature of that Humor cold Both coldest Ice at once and purest VVhite Drawes to her selfe then none for strange should hold Though to mee faire and cruell is her sight Since that the Heauens for fauours did impart A snow-white corps to her and frozen hart XV. The duskie clowde in skie with shadow darke Doth couer oft the Sunnes most cleerest light So as his beames we cannot see nor marke And he himselfe doth play at least in fight Ah were I such a clowd on
earth to couer My sweetest Sunne as doth that clowd the other But if that clowd doo vanish soone away And dooth as momentarie passe and vade Eternall would I bee to hide her ay And of a harder mixture would be made Oh happie I oh fortunate Eclips With kissing so to darken those faire lips XVI From milke of Iuno as the Poets faine The Lilly had his whitenes passing white And from Adonis blood that louely Swaine The Rose his colourred which doth delight Thou pretie Soule hast both the colours rare Of these sweet flowers which others all exceed Thy Brest's a bed of beauteous Lillies faire Thy daintie cheekes pure damask Roses breed O frutefull Garden flowring where appeare The Rose and Lilly at all times of yeare XVII Of constant Loue I am the wasted fire The furious winde's my Ladies angrie eye Who whilst she kindles both through wrathfullire The flame encreaseth mounting to the skye In midst is Loue halfe dead of greedous paine And doubtfull wyndes about like sparkling flame He feares the heate and trembles being turnd Vnto this blast which still more sharpe doth rise Nor is his feare in vaine when so he is burnd For one of these must hap in sudden wise Either the fire must spoyle him as his pray Or whirling winde els blow him quite away XVIII My Laura wonders that in visage pale I beare of death it selfe the liuely show But if she muse at this her musing's stale For this sad colour had I long agoe The fire close burning in my veynes doth make That outward ashes in my face you view But if that she would on me pime take Who is the cause of this my palish â—iew This kindled heate shall die which now doth burne And my first colour shall againe returne XIX Whilst foming Steed I spurre vnto the quicke To make him gallop to my Loue amaine Loue doth my thoughts through fancy forward prick The end of wished iourney mine to gaine But light's his hurt tis but a little smart Where mine is mâ—rtall sounding to the hart Run then my Gelding swift like Pegasus Flie hence with wings for wings hath my desire Both of vs forst amaine are forward thus And kindled in vs is a burning fire Thou through two spurres in flanke prouokd art sore But thousands inwardly my hart doe gore XX. Rich is the Diamond a iemme of prise Yet such the nature strange is of the same That who the powder thereof drinkes straight dies And as if poyson twere doth take his baâ—e So thou another precious iewell art In name and nature not vnmuch alike Since death thou giu'st vnto the louing hart If but a kisse one suckes from thee most sweete Whilst he doth swallow down 〈◊〉 is sugred baite The ioy's so great it kills him through concaite XXI The Greclaâ—â— vsde to offer vp their 〈◊〉 Vnto their Riuers whom they did esteeme As mightie Gods and them great honor 〈◊〉 As if no vertue small in them had been Doo thou the like sweet Laura vnto mee Who for my loue deserue a greater fee. Thy golden tresses on me doo bestow Who hold whole Riuers flowing in mine eyes Yet would not I thou off shouldst cut them tho Doost muse and aske how this thou maist deuise Ile tell thee Giue thy selfe to mee for mine So shalt thou giue vncut thy tresses 〈◊〉 XXII One louely glaunee which from the eyes did passe Of Ladie mine hath changd my gentle hart From hardest Diamond to brittle glasse And now againe vnto my bitter smart Through dreadfull frowne she turnes it suddenly As twas before from glasse to Diamond So if she will she may and presently As likes her change me who to her aâ—â— bound If cruell shee my hart is hard to breakes If pirtifull tis gentle brittle weake XXIII Two windes one 〈◊〉 another fierce to see Th'one of the Spring of Winter th' other right I plainly Laide doâ— discerne in thee The first which makes me ioy breathes from thy sight Such 〈◊〉 flowers in diuers coloured show As makes to blush Dame Iris raynie Bow The second which makes mee to pine away Blowes from thine inward brest a deadly blast Where doth eternall hardnes alwaies stay Which 〈…〉 eternall ay to last So as 〈…〉 in face thou art But rough as 〈…〉 in thine hart XXIIII No sooner doe I earnest fix mine eyes On my faire Sunne but that I her perceaue To vanish like a clowd in darkest wise As if eclypst her light it did bereaue I know not if shee's troubled thus because She doth disdaine I should behold her so Or if for feare this shadow to her drawes Least mee 〈…〉 should hurt which glistring snow Say then sweet Loue for thou knowst best if still I shall behold her or no more 〈…〉 XXV Oh that I were fly Proteus for to take On mee that forme which most I like or wish Then would I change my selfe into the shape Of that thy little whelpe thy ioy and blisse Into that little worme thou â—o doost like And dallying plaist with him both day and night Those sauerie smackes those busses sweet which bee VVhich thou to him doost giue should all be mine And I would make my hart to leap for glee VVhilst I did licke that bosome faire of thine But since I 〈◊〉 despaire of this am brought My wâ—â—h shall 〈◊〉 be thy Dâ—g my thought XXVI Say gentle frend tell me in curtesie Before what was I and what am I now A senselesse shadow or a bodie I Neither of both marke and Ile tell thee how No bodie now for that by proud disdaine Of scornfull Shee disliu'd was shadow none For that did vnder-groâ—â—d goe with the same Vnwilling it should wander all alone VVhat am I theâ— Euen one that â—oth not know VVhat now he is or what he was can show XXVII The blazing Starre foretells the haplesse fall And sudden death of others soone to come To me a Face brighter than Comets all Doth with her lookes my fortune hard foretuâ—â—e And with her shooting darts from glauncing eye Presageth that ere long I needs must dye The blazing Starre death onely prophecies This doth foreshew to mee a harder fate And dares me to mine end in warlike wise Not how this Challenge know I to escape Ah cruell Starre of death not onely signe But murtherer th'art of this poore life of 〈◊〉 XXVIII The Crow makes warre with the Cameleâ—n And being hurt to th'Laurell straight doth 〈◊〉 And through the frute he findeth thereupon Is heald of hurt findes food and liues thereby Loue the Cameleon is the Crow am I And battell wage with him vnto the death He wounds me deadly whereupon hie To thee my Laurall to restore my breath Thou me reuiu'st such vertue's in thee rise As thou at once doost giue me food and life XXIX Amongst the Parthians is a kinde of ground Of nature such as though it farre doth stand From fire yet fire to take it straight is found And flying thetheâ— burnes it out of
My pensill for thy pictâ—re is too weake The Sunne is onely for the Eagles sight My strength's too small this hardned yee to breake Not painted scarce I thee haue shadowed heere This taske's for such as haue in skill no peere R. T. The third Part. I. WHo ioyes in Loue the Hart alone to see Who languisheth in Loue the Hart alone Then ist a thing impossible for mee To ioy or languish since I Hart haue none Withouten Hart then tel me what am I Euen bones and flesh vnited cunningly The Soule where ist Loue that hathtane away My Bodie onely resteth in his place Depriu'd of Soule and Hart how liue I say I liue maintaind by Loue in this strange case O wonder strange the Bodie liue to see The Hart and Soule in other place to bee Napoli II. That Crimson Gowne with drops of blood ywrought Which Laura weares a token is most true How that of blood desirous is her Thought And that tis so I best can tell to you My wronged Hart too well doth finde the same Who thousand times not once hath wronged been By her and now to aggrauate my paine More cruell in desire for to be seene By outward habit couets shee to show What inward in her minde she hides below III. The flaming Torch a shadow of the light Put out by hastie hand doth colour change And blacke becomes which seemd before most bright Nor so to show is anie meruaile strange So was I long a liuely fire of loue The heate whereof my Bodie oft did proue But I at last by one who moand my woe Extinguisht was by Pitifull Disdaine Then if my colour blacke in face doo show You need not much to wonder 〈◊〉 the same Since tis a Signe by part to know the whole That Loue made mee a Fire Disdaine a Cole IIII. Pardned of euerie wicked fact was hee To Hebes Temple that with praiers came And of such grace in signe his Bonds as free He left hung vp on high within the same I Ladie erred haue and humbly come To thee who art the Temple faire of loue Offring to thee my praiers all and some To free me from my faults thy hart let moue In token of which Gift with thee Ile leaue My ielous thoughts wherewith I did thee grieue V. If thou art cold as is the winters snow I as the Summer hot am most extreame Then lets vnite thy hart which cold is so To mine so warme and make of both a Meane So th'one a helpe to th'other still shall bee And linckt in Concord as two Doues shall gree To forme this Frame Loue shall the work-man play Then lets with Iuly Ianuary mix Lets make betweene vs an eternall May An euerlasting truce vs twaine betwix Thy Winter with my Summer let vs ioyne My fire so warme with frost so cold of thine VI. The cruell New vsde on golden hooke The harmlesse fish to catch with sugred baite So curteous Loue fishing me quickly tooke Whilst he with daintie pray for me did waite Yet farre more fortunate am I in this For whereas Neroes hookes most sharpe did kill The other hookes reuiue the taken fish Whilst they doo hold him gently by the gylls But hooks they are none for hooks they are too faire Two golden tresses be they of fine haire VII When She was borne she came with smiling eye Laughing into the world a signe of glee When I was borne to her quite contrarie Wayling I came into the world to see Then marke this wonder strange what Nature gaue From first to th'last this fashion kept we haue She in my sad laments doth take great ioy I through her laughing die and languish must Vnlesse that Loue to saue me from this noy Doo vnto mee vnworthy shew so iust As for to change her laughter into paine And my complaints into her ioy againe VIII In Loue his Kingdome great two Fooles there bee My Ladie's one my selfe the other am The fond behauiour of both which to see Who so but nicely markes will say the same Foolish our thoughts are foolish our desire Foolish our harts in Fancies flame to frie Foolish to burne in Loues hot scortching fire But what Fooles are we none my tung doâ—th lie For who most foolish is and fond in loue More wiser farre than others oft doth proue IX No sooner Laura mine appeares to mee But that a daintie Dye a blushing Red In both our faces sheweth for to bee But who alas doth mine so ouer-spred Ore-feruent loue doth draw this shadow pure Like cunningst Painter long for to endure VVho painteth hers Disdaine with pencill hard VVhich turneth all my sweetnes into sower So that all my designes are quickly mard Except Loue bind loue by his awfull power In Faiths firme bands too hie th'exchange will grow VVhen loue for hate and not for like shall goe X. Phoebus had once a Bird his chiefe delight VVhich onely cause he had an euill tung He made him blacke who was before most white So if all those who louers true haue stung VVith spitefull speach and haue their loues betraid Or to their ladies false bee and vntrue Setting at nought the promise they haue made Loue would but change into this cole-blacke hieu Thousands abroad like sea-cole Crowes should show VVho now vnknowen for snowie Swannes doo goe XI In siluer streame on shallow fountaines shelfe The liuely image saw he in the same Who was in loue with shadow of himselfe Through pride forgetfull how his likenes came Such one my selfe by chance I see to bee When as in Riuer I myselfe did see Yet I my selfe insted of louing hate And such strange hatred is this and so strong That while he louing dyde by iustest â—ate Himselfe by seeing whilst he himselfe did wrong I die will vnto him contrarie cleene Cause I hating my self my self too much haue seene XII Ioy of my soule my blindfold eyes cleere light Cordiall of hart right Methridate of loue Faiâ—e orient Pearle bright shining Margarite Pure Quintessence of heauens delight aboue VVhen shall I taste what fauour graunts me tuch And ease the rage of nune so sharpe desire VVhen shall I free enioy what â— so much Doo couer but I doubt in vaine to aspire Ah doo not still my Soule thus Tantalize But once through grace the same imparadize XIII Painter in liuely colours draw Disdaine Doost aske how that may rightly shadowed bee Ile tell thee if thou fine wilt doo the same My Ladie paint and thou Disdaine shalt see Fond man dost not beleeue or thinkst I iest If doubtfull thou remaine then heare the rest Marke her but well and thou shalt in her face See right Disdaine which comming from her eyes Makes her to looke with most disdainfull grace Then if thou seest it in so plaine a guise Straight shadow her for this one Counterfaite Of her and of Disdaine shall show the shape XIIII VVith gold and rubies glistereth her small hand But if you match them with her lips or