POSIE III. The patrones phantasie TOrmented heart in thrall Yea thrall to loue Respecting will Heart-breaking gaine doth grow Euer DOLOBELLA Time so will proue Binding distresse O gem wilt thou allowe This fortune my will Repose-lesse of ease Vnlesse thou Lâ—…DA Ouer-spread my heart Cutting all my ruth dayne Disdaine to cease I yeilde to fate and welcome endles Smart POSIE IIII. The Patrons pauze in ode DImpl's florish beauties grace Fortune smileth in thy face Eye bewrayeth honours flower Loue is norish'd in thy bower In thy bended brow doth lye Zeale imprest with chastitie IOVE's darling deere Opale lippes of corall hue Rarer die then cheries newe Arkes where reason cannot trie Beauties riches which doth lye Entomb'd in that fayrest frame Touch of breath perfumes the same Orubie cleere Ripe ADOn fled VENVS bower Aâ—…ming at thy sweetest flower His ardent loue forst the same Wonted agents of his flame Or be to whose enstamed fier Loue inâ—…l'd him to aspire Hope of our time Oriad's of the hills drawe neere Nayad's come before your peere Flower of nature shining shoes Riper then the falling rose Entermingled with white flower Stayn'd with vermilion's power Nest'ld in our clime The siluer swans sing in poe Silent notes of newe-spronge woe Tuned notes of cares I fing Organ of the muses springe Natures pride inforceth me Eu'n to rue my destinie Starre shew thy might ' Helens beautie is defac'd Io's graces are disgrac'd Reaching not the twentith part Of thy gloases true desart But no maruaile thou alone Eu'n art VENYS paragone Arm'd with delight Iris coulors are to base She would make APELLES gaze Resting by the siluer streame Tossing nature seame by seame Pointing at the Christall skie Arguing her maiestie Loues rampire stronge Hayre of Amber fresh of hue Wau'd with goulden wyers newe Riches of the finest mould Rarest glorie to behould Ympe with natures vertue graft Engines newe for dolors fraught Eu'n there are spronge A Iem fram'd with Diamounds In whose voice true concord sounds Ioy to all that ken thy smile In thee doth vertue fame beguile In whose beautie burneth fier Which disgraceth Queene desier Saunce all compare Loue it selfe being brought to gaze Learnes to treade the louers maze Lying vncou'red in thy looke Left for to â—…nclaspe the Booke Where enroul'd thy fame remaines That IVNOS blush of glory staines Blot out my care Spheare containing all in all Onely fram'd to make men thrall Onix deck d with honours worth On whose beautie bringeth foorth Smiles ou'r-clouded with disdaine Which loyall heart doth paine Voyde of disgrace AVRORA'S blush that decks thy smile Wayting louers to begnile Where curious thoughts built the nest Which neu'r yeildes to louers rest Wasting still the yeilding eye Whilst he doth the beautie spie Rea'd in her face Lampe enric'hd with honours flower Blossome gracing VENVS bower Bearing plumes of feathers white Wherein Turtles doe delighte Sense would seeme to weake to finde Reason's depth in modest minde Yeilding desire Lode-starre of my happie choyse In thee alone I doe reioyce O happie man whose hap is such To be made happie by thy tutch Thy worth and worthynes could mouâ—… The stoutest to incline to loue Enflam'd with fier POSIE V. The dittie to Sospiros THe wound of hart doth cause my fighes to spring And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore This sore of heatt doth woefull tidings bring That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore O fighes why doe you rise and take no rest O heart why art thou thus with them possest My heart in selfe it selfe would pine away if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie The greatest griefe in now my greatest blisse The night I grone the day I teare my heart I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart 〈◊〉 When minde and thought are clogged with their carâ—… And that my heart is readie for to breake Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares â—…nd heart to them replies that it is weake â—…et afâ—…r sighes the heart is some-what glad â—…s without sower the sweete is neuer had My wish and will for succour doe aspire Vnto the seate of my endeered trust But want and woe ensuing my desire My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must Yet wish I must and well I may delight Though sighes for wants and woes doe me affright These sighes I le entertertaine though they me noy For they doe like the cause from where they rise They bring in post newes of my mynded ioy And as they passe they message me no lies And yet they leaue behinde them such a want That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant O will you neuer cease me sighes to grieue And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose Let me some respite haue hart to relieue Lest that your selues and you fullie lose Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill POSIE 6 The patrones Dilemma OF stately stones the Diamound is kinge Whose splendor doth dazell the gazing eye The Onix gloze is â—…yed to honors winge Whose vertu's gouern'd by th' mperiall skie These graces all in thee combin'd remaine For glorie thine their glories still doth staine Shall I not speake of Rubies glorious blaze That blazeth still like blazing star that shoes Or cease to write how men at th Opale gaze Whose beautie shines like perles of dewe on rose These vertues all compar'd with thine are base For nature gaue thee excellent of grace The Topas chast thou doest in kind excell The Hyacinth that strangers loue procures Hath not such force nor can not worke so well As honors beautie still in thee alures Yris sheews not more coulors in her kind Then vertues be with in thy noble mind The windie Histmos shews and bright aspects Comes far behind this faire Angragos worth The Lupinar hath not more chast affects Then glorie of th'vnspotted minde brings foorth My paines encrease thy graces to repeate For cold despaire driues out of hope the heate Yf Saunus fort which doth expell deceate Or Agathes which happie bouldnes yeild's And eke Luperius whose vertues greate Doth glad the minde all which are found in fields Yf these I had to comfort my despaire Hope yet might hope to win weare thy faire POSIE VII The Palmers Dittie vppon his Almes FAvre Dole the flower of beawties glorious shine Whose sweete sweet grace true guerdon doth deserue My Orisons I offer to thy shrine That beauties name in glories state preserue My hap ô haplesse haâ—… that gaue th' applause Thy beautie view'd when trembling hart did pause Were I a King I would resigne my Crowne To gaine the name of Palmers happie kinde I would not craue to liue in high renowne If Dole I had to satisfie my minde Then I for Dole a Palmers name would craue If Palmer might be sure his dole to haue POSIE VIII The Patrones Adiew YF loue deserues the fruit of loues
Lordlin Tytan lodged in the west And EBON darknes ou'r-swayde the light LATONAS beams decreasing were supprest When silent streames did murmur 〈◊〉 ere delight Then I entrench'd neere to a noble marke With courage bould a speare I tooke in hand To wyn my will fired with honours sparke Or loose my life in my commaunders band My speare I brake vpon my gentle foe Which being perform'd the second I did charge But honours force would not be quailed so The third I tooke my thoughts for to enlarge Then call'd I was for treason armes to take And wisedome would my former charge forsake Sonetto 14 SHould feare pale feare make me forgoe my minde Or legions of monsters make me quaile No no I was not borne of so base kinde As dreadfull sighes would make my heart to faile Yet care commaund that honors my conceyte Made me forsake what my desire embrac'd And loth I was that riualls should repeate My armes should be by humane force vnlac'd Which made me yeilde vnto the tyms restraynt And leaue the charge of that most noble fight Where kindnes more then force could make me faint To shild my fame from fortunes cancred spite Thus I did charge thus I discharg'd my launce And so I rest contented with my chaunce Sonetto 15 AS fond conceyt doth moue the wauering minde Of artlesse sottes that knowe not wisedoms lore Inconstant still to chang with eu'rie winde Whose base desires wants fruites of vertues store So doth the arte and knowledge of the wise Stirre vp his minde in honors foorde to wade With feruent zeale base changlinges to dispise And their weake strength with courage to muade Whose mind being arm'd with true loues strong defence He gyrdes his loynes with bondes of constancie And scornes that ought should alter his pretence Or stayne his name with blot of infamie Thus wisedome is not giuen to manye And but to such for to be constant anye Sonetto 16 NEu'r-resting chariot of the firie god Emboss'd with beames of his eternall light Waytes at her beck when she but shakes her rod Of her commaund who is the heau'ns delight AVRORAs shine doth blush to see her grace Nymphes gather flowers to make her chaplets fine Engendered griefe my hoped fauour deface Loue hates to liue when longing makes it pine Euen so her faire makes longing deere to me HELEN the faire was not so faire as she Sonetto 17 NO care so great nor thoughts so pining seeme Enioving hope to reape the hearts desire Which makes me more your beauties grace esteeme Opprest with heate of PAPHOS holy fier Appoint some place to ease my thrauled minde Not freed yet from thy late luring looke Emove thy time and solace shalt thou finde Let VVLCAN toyle to forge his bayted hooke Eyes glorious glaunce will trayne him to the lure Heau'ns do repine thou shouldst his frownes endure Sonetto 18 NAmelesse the flower that workes my discontent Endlesse the cares for her I doe sustaine Waste is the soyle which shadowes my content Once lende a salue to cure my curelesse paine Ah deere how deere I purchase my delight Not longe when first I view'd thy sweetest fayre Except thy beauty lend my darknes light Long shall that looke my heauie lookes ympayre Esteeme of him that liues to honour thee Hopes true repose shall then be lodg'd in mee Sonetto 19. NO sooner I had thy beautie espied Clâ—… washed from the dreggs of vices stayne But heart to thee with constant loue was tyed And thou perhapps wilt yeilde me but disdayne Yf thou 〈◊〉 not my loue with loue require I shall weare out in paine my dismall dayes But if thy heart once harbour my delight Then shall I liue thy heart to loue and praise Yeilde thy consent to cure my fatall wounde And let desert preuaile to gayne thy grace So secret truth shall eu'r in me abounde Yf we may meete in some conuenient place And then be sure his name I will deface That should be seene to speake in thy disgrace Sonetto 20 CAmpaspe's fayre fresh-paynted forme embrac'd By the rare Father of the paynters art Could yeilde small ioy except that she had grac'd His liuely cuning by her good desart Yet he reioyc'd her counterfeyte to kisse Which she neu'r sawe though he the same profan'd How infinite is then my ioyfull blisse That still enioy the Id'ea of thy hande Thy gloue it is mine onlye comfort left Which thy sweete hande made happie with her touch This is the Idole that my heart infeoft With loues sweete hope which I adore to much That I retayne a monument for thee Though without life life it affordes to me Sonetto 21 SWeete ladie I loue by stelth my loue doth creepe Vnto the depthâ—… of my profounde conceytes Not daring when I wake I dreame a sleepe Thus stealing loue by inward signes entreate Though merrie gale bydes anchor vp to waye And canuas store swells with a puffing blaste Yet feare of storme doth make vs keepe the baye For he is safe that fitts on shoare at laste So loue embrac'd when others presence fear'd Makes sweete proue sower wheÌ„ shadowes substance seemâ—… And Mars himselfe when Vulcans net he tear'd Doth witnes feare doth stolen loue redeeme When sweete repose doth calme the troubled minde Feare of suspect doth leaue his sting behinde Sonetto 22 MY heart enthraul'd eu'n with mine owne desire Makes me to be more then I dare to seeme For ielosie may kindle enuies fire To hazard that which strength cannot redeeme The fayrest rose on statelyest stalke that growes Drawes a delight his odours sweeâ—…e to smell Whose pricke sometime doth sting at later close Which makes suspect the wished sent t' expell Loue priâ—…es my minde to gather fayrest flowers And feare forbids lest garden keeper spie Whose ielosie raâ—…es downe vntimely showers And Argos-like doth loues repose discrie Thus doth thy fayre my secret glaunce detect For ielosie doth dayly breede suspect Sonetto 23 UUHen sweete repose in loues fayre bower doth rest Enchamp'd with vaile of an vnfain'd desire Then carefull thoughtes the fearefull mindes inuest Lest ARGVS should espie the kindled fire For where the dicte of such as may commaunde Forbidds the same which louers must embrace There feare and care together doe demaund Account of thinges which honour may deface So is their ioyes with fearefull passions mixt Which doth encrease the ardencie of loue On the forbidden thinges our eyes are fixt Whose accents still doth loues affections moue Thus stolen loue is eu'r with feare possest 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shadowes glymse oft feares the friendly guest Sonetto 24 THimpatient rage of fretting Ielosie Suspectes the winde that comes from Cupids winges Whose watch preuents the oportunitie Whose louers seeke to cure his noysome stinges Eche looke a feare infuseth to the minde That gauled is with such a base conceyte Which makes them proue to their hearts ioyes vnkinde When louesweete-ones of sorrowe sucke the teate Yf one but speake to doe another right Suspect sayth then of smoke there commeth
fierâ—… His good deserts are houlden in despite And rancor doth his cruell fate conspire So Ielosie still breedeth base suspect Whose fruitelesse feare there owne good name deteâ—…t Sonetto 25 IF Argus with his hundred eyes did watch In vaine when oft loue did his cunning blynde Who doubtes but shee that meanes to make a match For to performe both time and place can finde And to abridge a woman of her will Is to powre oyle in fieâ—… to quench the flame For then far more she is inclined still Though once despisd againe to seeke the same Loue doth commaund and it must be obayde The sacred deitie of the god is much Whose maiestie makes louers oft afrayde That to his shrine with bended knee they crutch This is the cause let women beare no blame Who would not play if they did like the game Sonetto 26 VVHeare true desire in simpathie of minde Hath ioin'd the heartes with APHRODITES delight There louing zeale to swete aspect inclin'd Will finde a time in spite of fortunes might ARGVS forefight whose wake-full heedie eyes Seeke to preuent the wynged Gods commaunde Is all to weake his charmes for to surprise Gainst whose resolue his cuning could not stande Yet if in Delphos sleepie laye the God Authoritie gainst Hundreth eies had fayld But MERCVRIE with his enchaunting rod Brought all a sleepe when Argus Ioue assayld Then since such happâ—… to watching is assign'd Nothinge is harde where willing is the minde Sonetto 27 Daungers altered delayes in loue THe heart inthraul'd with loues â—…ttractiue force Whose hope doth martch with honours equipage When reason doth his true desertes remorse Must take his time his sorrowes to assuage For cheeries ripe will not so long endure But will in time fade wither and decay That which this day could finest witts allure To morrowe CORIDON doth cast away The Iron being hot who list not for to strike Shall sure being colde neu'r forge it to his minde And all those partes moueth loue to like Doe oft in time make loue to proue vnkinde Eu'n so in time daunger attends delaye For time and tide for no mans pleasures staye Sonetto 28 VVAs â—…o watch'd by Argus in the downes What did not then the winged god inchaunt The heardmans â—…yes obaying Iunos forwnes What needes loues crosse so much to make her vaunt The brazen tower could not his valour quaile Who scorn'd that Danaâ—… should liue a maide Loues inward force gainst enuy will preuaile And hap what may his lawes must be obayd What though fayre starre thy glorie is obscur'd And cou'rd with a thicke and foggie cloude Yet Titan when he hath the heau'ns invr'd Will cleere the stormes which fatall frowues did shrowde And though that fate abridgeth our delight Yet time I hope will cleare this cloudie spight Sonetto 29 THe fluent streame whose stealing course being stayed Breakes out vnto a gâ—…eater deluge rage The force of fier with violence delayed Makes all thinges weake his furie to asswage Desire contrould will agrauate desire And fancie crost will fancies force encrease When louing thoughtes will motiue loue inspire Enuies oppose can not their bondes release Thus currents small doe proue the greatest streames Small cinders doe encrease to raging flame The hardest hartes are pearc'd with beauties beames I hide my griefe yet loue discou'rs the same Sweete beautie is the sparke of my desire And sparkes in time may breede a flaming fier Sonetto 30 SWeete beautie in thy face doth still appeere Myne onely ioye and best beloued deere Myne onlye deere and best belou'd content Reuiue my heart and lyinge spirrits spent The onlye agent of my thoughtes delight Embrace my loue and doe not me despight Secure my feares and solace cares content With hopes repast tâ—…â—…auour mine entent The sier will out if fuell doe but want And loue in time will die if it be scant Let then desire yeilde fuell to your minde That loue be not blowen out with euerie winde So shall my heart like Etnas lasting flame Burne with your loue and ioye still in the same Sonetto 31 I Loâ—… inforst by loues vnlouing charmes My loue is pure my loue is chast and true And that I loue the greater is my harmes Yf loue doth purchase hate then loue adiew Why should not loue be recompens'd with loue And true desire obtayne his due desert Yf beautie stirre thee to disdayne to moue When mighty stormes oppresse my troubled hart Knowe then that truth may beauties blaze dismay And loyall hartes scorne periur'd beauties pride Yeilde then in time prolonge not my delay Lest others should your beauties grace deride So shall your worthes eternished remaine And gaine his loue which others pride disdaine To Paris darling UUâ—…re I sheapheard as I am a woodman Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman And yet might I performe to thee that dutie Yf thou wilt add that fauour to thy beautie Nowe that these feastes make other minions frolike Why is my loue my doue so melancholike O but I neere gesse what the cause should be Which to tell tel-tale paper were but follie I le therefore for this time conceale it wholye For that must counsell betwixt thee and mee Twivt thee and me where none may heere nor see Buen matina Sweete at this mourne I chaunced To peepe into che chamber loe I glaunced And sawe white sheetes thy whyter skinne disclosing And soft-sweete cheeke on pyllowe soft reposing Then sayde were I that pillowe Dâ—…ere for thy loue I would not weare the willowe Maddrigall MAdame that nowe I kisse your white handes later Then wild my louing dutie Retayner to thy beautie The water crost my wishe to crosse the water Yet thinke not sweete those gallants helde thee deerer Who for thy beauties then the sunnneshine cleerer Eu'n seas vneu'n haue coasted But thou art wise and know'st it No thy Leander whose hartes firie matter Cannot be quench'd by the deuyding water Will with his oare-like armes quite sheare a sunder The waues that floate him vnder Yf when I shall so trie mee In thy sweete circled armes I may respire mee Rounde-delay Could-st they none other spite me When but once fortune friendly did indite me Thy selfe thou should'st absent mee And all vnkinde vnkinde to more torment me I haue not thus deserued To be with tell-tale Tantalus hunger-starued That hauing store of dishes I could not feede according to my wishes But this he for reuealinge Gods counsell bide and I for yours concealing In this yet doe we varie That desert to his is quite contrary Then ô most kinde and cruell Except thou minde to starue thy beauties fuell For all my loue fayth dutye Let me but pray I pray thee on thy beautie And thou my new-borne dittie Desire her for my second dishe but pittie Maddrigall I Loue iust loue not luste thus constant liue I My â—…yfes deere loue mislikes me Yet her sweete fayre doth like me Yf loue dislikes to like and loue why should I Yf she be coy
why should her loue be trustie Yf she be slowe why should I be so hastie Yet loyall hart hath vow'd it And constant truth performes it Fayre to thy beauties fayre firme haue I vowed Sound is the seede that my resolue hath sowed But weede is the fruite that my fate hath mowed Yet luste I banish louing True zeale I liue yet still dying Thus still to be constant eu're haue I plodded Rounde-delay MVch griefe did still torment me In this regard thou doest thy selfe absent me Thy beautie ah delightes me And this thou know'st to well and therefore spites me So womens mindes doe varie And change of ayre doth worke quite contrarie Proofe tried my truth and trust too Still to be thine most constant firme and iust too Therefore shouldest regard me And loue for loue fayre loue thou should'st award me For since I still attend thee Howe canst thou choose vnkinde vnkinde but friend me Fayne I alone would finde thee That my hearts griefe swete hart might theÌ„ vnbinde thee For were I with thee resident I doubt not I to be of thy heart president Yeilde then to loue loue kinde is Else would I had byn blinde eu'n as loue blinde is Sinetes Dumpe YE angrie starrs doe you enuie my estate Because content is lodged in my minde And therefore will you needes reproue my fate That discontent in glorie lookes to finde My thoughtes were far aboue my fortunes bent Which was your fault to frame vnequall partes Except it were of purpose to torment Gloring in cloudes to smother my desertes When I did yeilde vnto the times despite And stroke downe sayle lest shypracke would ensue Inforcing nature to subdue delight A cuning bayte within my way you threwe Ys't then my fault if feathered thoughtes aspire Clippe not the winges that gaue them force to flie Eyther giue scope vnto my wish'd desire Or salue my sores with present remedie Who seekes by art his nature to suppresse In vaine doth striue against the raging streame My soaring minde procured my distresse The braunch will growe vnlesse you cut the steame Thus if I should ympugne my fantasies Invaine it were my nature to oppose Then yeilde I must vnto these myseries Or to the heau'ns my secret griefes disclose Heau'ns then beare witnes of my secret smart For you alone are priuie to my paines Because to her I dare not once ympart Howe loue insculpt within my brest remaynes The feruent heate of hartes reposed zeale Doth vrge me still for to embrace her fayre To whom for grace and fauour I appeale My only refuge for to salue dispayre Yet all in vaine I throb my breath-lesse playntes When feare doth daunte my once vn-daunted minde But neede-lesse feare for fewe of them are saintes Yet duties care deniall lookes to finde Thus as my thoughtes doe cope with Ioues desire And scorne the meane shoulde once their riuall bee So fearefull loue doth burne like glowing fier And threates reuenge if I make suite to thee The one perswades that beauties bower is stor'd With pittie and grace for to requite my loue The other sayth the subtill serpent gor'd With pearsing darte that Ielosies approue Will soone infect the vertue of thy shyne To giue repulse regarding no desert Though nought I seeke but thou should'st know I pyne And in thy minde thou would'st my worthes insert Knowe sou'raigne beautie of thy noble race And flower of all that beare thy parents name That I desire thy presence to embrace To glut mine eyes with looking on the same Which is an obiect that doth please mine eye Then will I arme my selfe against the storme For to endure this cursed miserie For hope will helpe my charge for to performe Then will I say to my disquiet minde Reioyce thou mayst doe seruice to her lookes What needst thou care although â—…e be vnkinde Let it suffice thy name is in her â—…okes Though crost for follye of thy soaring minde Yet art thou blest her name is in thy ringes At last thou shalt oÌ„f her some comfort finde Though she be now dispos'd to clippe thy winges Yf thou art bashfull to discou'r thy minde Let thy ringe tell that she thou doest adore Yf then thou mayst not some contentment finde In mourning weedes thy woefull happs deplore Thy habyte then will sure reueale thy care She will enquire thy cause of thy annoy Then mayst thou seighe if thou canst not declare Howe that her favre hath thus obscur'd thy ioy She then no doubt will soone conceaue thy minde When in thy lookes thy ruines will appeere And with a smile thy thraulled chaynes un-binde Whose bright-beam'd sun thy cloudy stormes wil cleere And graunt thee that at last thou lou'st so deere FINIS Posse nolle nobile A worthie man deserues a worthie motte As badge thereby his nature to declare Wherefore the fates of purpose did alot To this braue squire this simbole sweete and rare Of might to spoyle but yet of mercie spare A simbole sure to Salisberie due by right Whose still doth ioyne his mercy with his might Though lyon like his Posse might take place Yet like a Lambe he Nolle vseth aye Right like himselfe the flower of Salisberies race Who neuer as yet a poore man would dismay But princockes pride he vs'd to daunt alway And so doth still whereby is knowen full well His noble minde and manhood to excell All crauen curres that coms of castrell kinde Are knownefull well wheÌ„ they there might would straine The poore t' oppresse that would there fauour finde Or yeilde himselfe their freinpship to attayne Then seruile sottes triumphes in might a mayne But such as coms from noble lyons race Like this braue squire who yeildes receaues to grace Haud ficta loquor Hugh Gryffyth Gent. THE Lamentation of a Male-content vpon this Enigma Maister thy desiers or liue in Despaire Ouid Hoc si crimen erit crimen amoris eris Yf this a fault bee found in me Blame loue that wrought the misterie ¶ To the Honorable minded vnknowne the Name-lesse wisheth perfect health and perpetuall happines DEáre Patronesse of my haplesse lamentations guided by the sterne of thy beauty which hath the ful commaund of my hart and wearied with tiranyzing ouer my selfe in forcible suppressing the agonies of my afflicted minde by smothering the feruencie of my desires in the cloudie center of dumme silence at the last with the raging violence of a stopped streame for wante of course in the intelligible parte of my minde I am driuen to ouer-flowe the bankes of reason and in despite of my selfe to yeilde vp the raynes to vncontrouled desire which insuing Poem willfullie manyfest vnto you with the obseruation of my coâ—…ed fancyes Written vppon a dreame wherein me thouâ—… I heard a voyce from a Cloude pronouncing these wordes ensuing Maister â—…hy desires or liue in despaire and albeit I helde dreames but phantasies which commonly doe fall out by contraries my fortunes being so far inferior to my thoughts maketh me to
shall thee disgrace And why thy worthie patron is thy fort Thou needes not shunne t'approch into ech place Twy flowring bloome of wit shall thee report Thy wise and deepe conceytes neede not be grac'd For dayntie choise here found ech fancies please Thy mindes repose may neuer be defac'd Each fancie then thy fancies fame will â—…aise O that my tong could duely raise thy fame Yet after age at large shall doe the same H. P. Gent. In prayse of the Booke O Floue of ioy of solace sweete and pleasant vaine That wanted was thy sugred muse to write and sing Both Sonetts Maddrigals with dainty ditties playne What sudden chaunce hath moued to chang thy stile what thing Yf Prince prelate peere and Parry discontent Complaynes a like gainst froward fortunes bad intent Compier full many shalt thou finde with there estate Both discontented beare and blame their direfull fate When all thinges alter kinde that subiect be to change Then loue the ioy shal likewise turne to sorrow strange T. S. Esq. In prayse of the Booke SWeet is the paine which vertuous trauell brings High is the place which wisedome doth commend Sower is the ease of vices root that springs Loue is the seaâ—…e which idlenes doth lend None getteth wealth that puts not from the shore Paine breedeth honor vertue winneth fame Glorie doth follow courage goes before Though oft the vent answeare not the same Vertuous attempts are voide of all shame The base whome meanes obscurely doth keepe Liues voyd of honor dies without name And in eternall darknes euer he doth sleepe Therefore SINETES ti 's then no blot With mournefull Passions to lament thy lot R. S. Esq. In prayse of the Booke THou O too cruell guide of louers traine Proude in thy tyrannie on yeilded harts When shall thy thralls forget to mourne and plaine When wilt thou cease to hurle hatefull darts Shall all the earth fing through her spatious parts From out the mouth of euery fordon swayne That thou in steed of loue breedst hellish paine Thou dire Vsurper of caelestiall arts Shall heauenlie Posie be prophaned still In woes description to thy peeuish will Wilt thou in steed of loue true louers kill Far be it from a God to doe thus ill No PARRY no he doth but shew thee sorrow That from woes darknes ioy more light may borroâ—… W. M. Esq. PASSION I. FIne ripe coceyts forsake the wearied miude And fancies faile wheÌ„ sorowes surges swaye My pen bath'd in the waues of griefs vnkind Must write of moane of ruine decaye A tragicke note doth fit a tragick chaunce A heauie heart with sorrowes pipe must daunce Like PELICAN I wander all alone The dezart woodes and wildernes so wilde To senselesse groues I crye and make my moane Eu'n from my thoughts all hope is quite eâ—…il'd Left thus to mourne the skriching owle keepes time With dolefull notes that to the heauens doe clime Notes that bewaile the griefes of carefull heart That charge my minde with heapes of deepe annoy Which vnto none I vowed to impart But vnto you my drenching dolors ioy Keepe ladies keepe the closet of my griefe Yeilde Ladies yeilde for sorrowe some reliefe No darke despaire may drowne my drowsie hope If you giue life vnto my dead desire Nor ought may daunt my minde yf you giue scope To pitties floodes to quench the kindled fire Fortune is blinde and will not see my paine Time hath a salue to cure the same againe PASSION Rype griefe hath graft in slumbring harts disp What still increase the motions of my care Thinke I of salues my sorrowes to impaire Then fearefull fittâ—… the torments racke prepare For him that would presume to thinke of good When darke despaire drown'd hope in sorrowes floâ—… Seas floods and waues of fortunes weakefull scoâ—… Cease not to roare to swell to tosse with winde Of bale-full hap which increase the surge Of sharpe disgrace where perrils foord I finde For to augment the terror of my paine Where hope of naught but carking care remaine The stocke is dead whereon the ympe was graft Which beare the fruite that wonted sores did cure The graft must die so must the fruit be laft Naked to pinc and nipping fiostes endure The braunch consumes when perish'd stock doth faile When sappe is gone how can the growth preuaile My sappe is gone which norishment did yeilde My wythered fruite doth fall before his time I am the graffe which want my wonted sheilde For stocke decayed I haue no roote to clime Lende ladies nowe your dolefull notes ech 〈◊〉 Pittie at least though not asswage my moâ—… PASSION III. 〈◊〉 Nimphs in mournfull sables drest Nith plyant pipes sound dolefull musick note â—…ewayle your sheapheards fare that thus opprest 〈◊〉 increase of sorrowes set a floate 〈◊〉 course doth scarce abide the tuâ—…ch of time 〈◊〉 wearied heart endur'd the bale-full chime â—…he sound of chime doth sound in lothed eares â—…could endure such cruell sound to heare â—…hich doth encrease a heape of dreadfull feares Where to my soule darke horror doth appeare Long passed cares renewe againe their course Fates fatall chaunce doth change from bad to worse A happie man had I neu'r happie byn For fortunes sâ—…le did cause my greatest fall To purchase ease by newe encrease of sinne Were for to make my soule my bodies thâ—…all Hap then what may let fortune frowne or smile â—…res cruell scourge shall not my minde defile 〈◊〉 shrines I sill with volumes of my griefe 〈◊〉 de I craue to quench the burning fier 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 brought to CACAS some reliefe 〈◊〉 â—…orts may reuiue my dead desier 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hope by fortunes passed change 〈◊〉 â—…mes the dâ—…arts wilde to range PASSION IIII. NIghts rest is bard with weried thoughts controle The pillow moanes bath'd in my dreÌ„ching teares The sheetes beare guilt of my distressed soule Wherein is wrapt a multitude of feares When stealing nappe doth close my drowfie eies Then starting feare sayth it is time to rise Yf sleepe at all possesse my vytall parts Then dreadfull dreames with gastly sights appeare Which do present the cause that wrought my smarts And doe a fresh renewe forgotten feare I sleepe in paine I watch in wretched griefe Lyef's in dispaire sith hope forbids reliefe When cursed thoughts there carefull couch forsake Confused heaps of new encreasing sores Like wildfier tost in PHLEGETONS firie lake Or ship that stirrs gainst raging streame with ores So doth my heart with sorowing sobs neere spent Striue with the course that cares command hath sent My moane I make where pities bowre is built Your gentle brests is mercies chaire of state A Butt of bane which neu'r for lacke is tilt Yeildes fresh supplies vnto my frowning fate Then fortune then cleere once this smothing aire With salues of hope after this long dispaire PASSION V. SOund TRITON forth thy heauy dolefull knill That rings a peale of eu'r enduring woe No vacant place but balefull ECCHOS fill My heart is made a harbour for the
foe That yeildeth foode vnto my cursed cares And poyson strong with hony ioyn'd prepares Heau'ns shew your power earth tremble at my crye And stony rockes be molyfied with moane The rurall Gods with mournfull melodie Lament my chaunce bewaile choice ech one Your sheapheard swaine in sables clad with care Doth for the dead some mourning weeds prepare The lining doth presage his dying dole His life is death while others reape his toyle Who hath not power himselfe for to controle Is sure the fruite of some aacursed soyle His tong too long his wisedome is too short Who rues in deede the thing he spake iu sport But Ladies yet condemne not his desire Though passed deeds his present griefe proâ—â—re And lare mishhapps yeild fuell to his fier That scant he can the scorching heate endure Whose ayde he craues to mollyfie his paine With pleasaÌ„t sport of some conceyted vaine PASSION VI. INtract of time is pers'd the hardest fliut Not by the force but by the droppinges fall My greefes from raging rigor neuer stint And can I then endure such cursed thrall Yt were a hell to thinke of such a paine Which naught but cares doth wrest from gored vainâ—… Vaine is my vaine yet voyde of vaine delight Curst is the chaunce that chayngeth to extreame Vnhappie man subiect to Fortunes might Can nought but greefe my fatall greefe redeeme Then welcom griefe though death more welcom weare Whose force at once might eâ—…d tormenting feare Feare which doth frett the wearie crased heart More then the paine that torment can procure The heau'ns I call for to record my smart That thus long did such agonies endureâ—… Leaue to â—…aye loue to be iust yee skieâ—… And martyre those that doe your power despise Skies fild with flame of fierie fretting ire That kindled wrath into my pensiue soule In LVCANS forge which frameth deepe desire To sell my life for Fortunes blessed dole Yâ—… dole I câ—…e sweete Ladieâ—… to asswage The dismâ—… 〈◊〉 of IANVS daughters ragâ—… PASSION VII SCarce warme I burne yet freeze in fierie flame Displeased still I rest content withall Yet male-content againe eu'n with the same What freedom wrought eft-soones hath made me thrall Thus contrarie these coutraries I taste Thus borne to beare I liue my life to waste Life is a death when dolors taste doth sway And death a life to such as crosses beare My thred is spoon to be the VVLTVâ—… spray That Tiger-like my â—…ell death doth sweare Thoughts force my lingring life to weare and pine Conceyt will kill the stoutest heart in fine Distressed thus my light-some hope is past And darknes doth with horror now appeare Maister the shippe that hath a broken Mast Through darkest clouds Sonns goulden beams are cleere So let the beams and beautie of your grace Shine through the mist that doth my ioy deface Hide not the glasse with any wooden case Let vertues mindes some vertues workes bring foorth Doe not sweete Nimphs your noble mindes imbase With any act that shall not be of worth But let your sonne shine to your sheapheards case The praise is yours if you his griefe appease PASSION VIII VVay-faring thus in wildernes of care My woefull minde with thornes of discontent Doth yeild new thoughts which torments newe prepare Then I begyn a gaine for to lament Where first began the Period of my fall There first I pause and rue the summe of all Thus doe I mourne thus doe I moane my daies And itt'terate still my heapes of deepe annoy Thus doe I liue and liuing loue to prayse The thing which doth my comforts hope destroy How can I liue and lead this wearie life When life encrease and death might end the strife O blessed death would death but heare my crie And succour lend to such as succour want O happie man yflingering miserie Had once an end my dolors to supplante Yet would I feare least death would me forsake And lothed life my carcas dead awake Whom heau'ns doe spite earthes disdaine dispise He whylome liu'd in pleasures pleasant bower With patience the low againe may rise The fretting horse is spent within an houre For all extreames doe worke extreame effectes And contrarie yeilde contrarie aspectes PASSION IX YF wayling may appease the wrathfull Gods And pittie moue the tyranized heart My scourged minde with firie burning rods Maye paye the tribute of my restles smart With sacrifice of salt and brinish teares Which yeilde newe life to late departed feares No floode so heigh but hath as loâ—… an ebb No storme so great but hath a caulme ensuies No man so mad to weaue his sorrowes webb And being condemnd his pardon will refuse Floods stormes and webbs of griefe of care of paitre Mayfall may cease may be vndone againe Floods stormes nor webs of my new budding woe Will fall or cease or be vndone at all The more I striue the stronger is the bowe Which will not bend but to my greater fall And still doth shoote the arrowes of disdaine My hope being dead to wound to kill againe Dead hope except my froward fortnne change Which bends her browe and yeildes no hope to me But that I must in wildest dezartes rainge With sauage rude and Tigers to agree No force for there the Driads I shall finde With musickes note for to refresh my minde PASSION X. LEaue soule to mourne for that which hath no cure Yt is in vaine to striue against the winde Set vp thy rest that nothing can endure In such extreames except it be assignd Bv th' mperiall powers that guide the starrs To trie thee here that sende such deadly warrs These miseries vn-thought approch'd the place Where first I ken'd the peâ—…ll which ensu'd But all to late for then did hope deface My passedioyes which heauenly I viewâ—…d Looking astance on that which came behinde My heart pen'd vp in sorrowes fould I finde You Ladies then the Nurses of my hope Which may asswage the swelling of my minde Affoorde vnto my captiue soule some scope Whome to your wills is willingly inclin'd With firme repose of vncontrouled thought Whoe but your dome accounteth all for nought By PHEBVS beames is cherished ech wight By PHEBVS beames the dead obtaineth life When ATROP cutts which is our ioyes delight The twisted twine with stroke of fatall kniffe Can you not then helpe dead to life againe And comfortyeild that PHEBVS beames retaine PASSION XI O lampe that guides the circle of the globe Yf pitties fruite doth nestle in thy brest Scorne not in pride the humble to disroabe With nakednes from his enioyed rest That willing yeildes vnto thy sacred doome Thoughe web of care be knit in sorrowes loome You scoffing ECCHOS that repeat my crie And answere make when to the woods I moane Yfanie say I faine you may replie And witnes that vnder this curse I groane Who better knowes if that the priest did ken All that he ought then clark that said Amen You are the Sextons of my haplesse plaints
left to paine Thus wrong'd by death which hath my death delayed Whose eares thou fiâ—…st with prayers though in vaine Leaue to intreate the fiend that forst to fall And doth triumph thus glutted with thy thrall Seest not that time cannot so long endure But that thou must needes haue some speedy end Of that which doth thy sorrowes thus procure What needeth then thy breath in vaine to spend For date of time which shortly wastes away Being once expir'd thy sorrowes must decay The greatest fier PIâ—…ACKMON sendeth forth Will soone be quench'd when matter none is left And here we see that men of greatest worth When sap is gone will soone of breath bereft Why should I thinke death would my time delay Syth that which feedeth life doth fade away Nothing so hard but time at last doth weare Naught wanteth rest but will consume in fine How can my heart which doth my sorrowes beare Chuse but with speede consume away and pinc Death will at last stretch out his angrie arme Inforst by time to end my endlesse harme PASSION XXXVIII BOwes not my body with the force of age Ys not the skyn far wyder then my face And flesh consum'd by force of wrathfull age What doe not siluer hayres yeilde goodly grace And be not these the kalendars of time Which witnes that in cares I spend my prime Were none of these my blood still waxeth could And I doe feele a weakenes in my minde Feare disposâ—…est my wonted courage bould Dimnes of thought doth make my senses blinde Benomn'd I am in euerie part at length That cleane I lost the force of former strength These tokens shew my paine not long shall last Nor I thoughe steele be able to endure These torments which encrease the surging blast Then let me not my greater harmes procure By fearing paine more then the force of paine Which feeble strength could not in me refraine Should I suppose I could exceede the dayes Which are layde downe to finish all my cares And doth encrease the cause which hope delayes Then let me yeilde to him that still prepares A salue to such as call to him for ayde And to abide the brunt are neu'r dismayde PASSION XXXIX EStranged from the fruite of quiete rest How can I choose but waste and weare away Whose accents new with feeling force molest The troubled thoughts which carefull minde dismay Who would the some of sorrowes all display Within my life let him the same suruay Some one repeates he roules the restles stone With SISIPHVS an other Taâ—…tals payne Doth beare the third is rack'd with IXION And others do like TITIVS complayne But yet the worst of their accurst annoyes Eu'n is the best and chiefest of my ioyes Walke I abroad to meete some companie For to remoue these cursed eates away Eche man I meet a mappe of miserie Presents to worke my ruine and decay His humor stor'd with pleasure and delight Vnto my minde new cares effect inuite And as in stormes copartners yeild content And maketh lesse the burthen of the minde Eu'n so a man in seas of sorowes spent And knowes not where a mate therein to finde Must needs endure the torment all alone When to the winde he makes his ruthles moane PASSION XL. REst I at home remembrance rackes my minde The obiect which doth feede my hungrie thought For nothing there remaynes for me to finde But euen the sound which I haue deerely bought Repentance purchas'd with hastie brayne Which stores my mind with heapes of loath d disdayne For idle heads build castles in the ayre And being alone am I there where I am No sure I view full many a countrey fayre And forren thoughts doe feede my fancies flame Eu'n thus I weare and waste away the time Declining when I haue most minde to clime The day expir'd the nights approach supplies Where dreames with feare preuert my quiet rest And MORPHEVS a sopor sweete demes Which after toyle should be my mornings feast Sometimes I bathe my carefull couch with teares From soundest sleepe a wak'd with starting feares Iturne and tosse for Bodies ease is scant When minde is fraught with burthens of annoy And cares my ioyes with spreding bows supplant Dispayre doth hope with vglie face destroy Thus discontents plant accentes of my griefe Which do suppresse the agents of reliefe PASSION XLI TIme draweth on to frustrate my desires Which vent will giue to my abortiue cares For to burst foorth to cruell flaming fiers Which wastes my life fast fettred in the snares Of discontents and then shall cease to moane When matter wantes for griefe to feede vpon Yeilde then content till sorrowes wearied be Let them complaine what toyle they doe endure Both day and night in persecuting thee Then they will cease thy torments to procure And for to reape vnto themselues some ease Thy will consent thy bondage to release Then shall the beau'ns confesse they did thee wrong And earth possest with such a tyrannie Shall curse the seedes whereof thy woes are sprong All moaning thus thy woefull miserie O man thus borne in spite of angrie starrs Whose selfe-conceyte worke to him deadly warrs Could all the Gods being ioin'd in one consent Frame such a one which art no time could cure Though SATVRNE had some crooked nature lent Thinges of such force but fieldome are in vre And though they be yet cannot much preuaile Yf fate giue place vnto our swelling sayle PASSION XLII PLant seated in a loose vnstable soyle Know'st not the state of this deceiuing time Howe cruell FATE returne with world of spoyle After the sacke of a most fertile clime What doth earth hould or sea or ayre contayne But a congealed heape or errors vaine Our dayes doe moue like shadowes on the wall What doth not moue like shadowes light effect Howers flie full fast to bring vs vnto thrall What doth not flie like shortest howers aspect Waues dos ou'r-flowe the sandes that be so wide What doth not swell as doth the flowing tyde The fruites made ripe by force of hastie time Doe soonest fade the blossome being decayed And as the flowing waues swell in their prime So flies it fast like shadowes forme display'd The day is full of labore paynefull toyle The day is full of dolors deadly spoyle Pale death doth knocke eu'n at thy princely gate With like demaunde as at the cottage poore Doth pale death knocke with iust demaund no hate Ingraf'd with wrong to these extreames do sture For he destroyes as well Captayne boulde As poorest wretch fram'd of this earthly moulde PASSION XLIII ARm'd to offend death maketh choyse of none Nor difference to worke his sauage will But all alike none by 〈◊〉 is gone Vnto the pot his huÌ„ngrie mawe 〈◊〉 One house of death is common vnto all One lawe of death doeth gouerne great and small Flowers grasse mist doth fall doth wither doth fade With winde in time to th' aire flowers grasse mist we be For here being sent to dig
desire Hope loathes my loue to liue in hope of right Time after triall once may quench my fire Oh salue the sore and cherish my delight Rue lawles force which feruent zeale procures Obtaine a hart like to the Emerauld pure Dayne hope to graunt where feare dispaire allures In deepe distresse naught but true faith is sure POSIE IX Fides in Fortunam MOst sacred is the sweete where fortune swayes Deuine the sound of her enchaunting voice Noe hope of rest wher hope true hope delayes Thongh I dispaire I may not change me choise For hue I well though fortune me dispise To honour her that scornes my enterprise To bandie lookes will ease my thrauled heart With lookes my life shal be at her commanode Yf so much grace to faith she will impart With lookes againe to answere my demaunde And that I may still loue her to my graue With purest faith is all that I doe craue Let Phoebus drawe his shining beam's away Let heauâ—…ns forsake to graunt me any light Let foode me faile let hope my hope delay Let eares not heare let watch-full eies want sight Let sense my sense with furie fell confound Before that faith to fortune false be found Thy eu'r sworne friende and seruant to thy end Hath made a vowe and promise with his soule His fortun 's â—…ight wiâ—… couâ—…age to defend Againâ—… proudest 〈◊〉 â—…his offer dare controle My â—…ch is sure if Forâ—…e grace her swayne And câ—…llors giue her quarrell to maintaine Colours they are of purest Indian die For none but such doth Fortune vse to lend Whose sight may moue the coward neu'r to flie And all his force against his foe to bend Then let sweet soule thy colours be my guide And hap what maye thy doome I will abide Then write thy Censure with thy prettie hand I will obay the sentence of thy minde And graue the same in table faire to stand So that ensuing age the same may finde For monument in goulden letters wrought To whet with sight the accents of my thought POSIE X. My sorrow is ioy SOwre is the sweet that sorrow doth mainetaine Yet sorrow's good that yeildeth mickle ioy True ioy he hath that can from ioy refrayne Which haruest's still the fruites of deepe annoy Yet I enthraulde in blind CVPIDOS sâ—…are With fond conceyte in sorrows ioy I fare Fortun 's my ioy which sorrow still doth yeild Her frowne I count a fauour to my soule Sorrow doth away and ioy hath lost the field Yet fame in minde doth often ioy enroâ—…le But when I thinke for whome I beare this smart It yeilds new ioy vnto my carefull hart POSIE XI An almon for a Parrat DIsdainfull dames that mountaines moue in thought And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule Who past compare ech oue doe set at naught With spuemish scorn 's that nowe in rethorick roule Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine I scorne to beire the scornes of finest braine Gestures nor lookes of simpring coy conceyts Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks Then SIRENS cease to trap with your deceyts Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide And change of time may change in time your pride Leaue to conuerse if needes you must inuay Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent And soare on still the larke is fled awaye Some one in time will pay what you haue lent Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede When go shaukes misse on hoped pray to speede POSIE XII The authors muse vpon his Conceyte FAire fairest faire if passing faire be faire Let not your deed 's obscure your beauties faire The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder Fayrer then IOVES loue that kill 's with thunder Eu'n to your swayne you seeme prides passing faire That naught desires but fortun 's faire to reape Yf fortune then will driue me to dispaire No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape But that I must and will liue in exile Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile Fayre fierce to faith when fortune bend her browes Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe For vnto rhee I offer all my vowes That may appease the rigor of my paine Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast That câ—…lm's repose may worke content at last POSIE 13 Fides ad fortunam THe goulden Phebus longing ost is seene To pricke his furious stâ—…edes to run in haste To clip and coll faire Thetis louely Queene In pensiue thoughts lest he the time should waste So I make speede thy selfe for to embrace Beinge almost tyr'd in pursuite of the chase For houndes vncoupled range the forrest wide The stance being prun'd I watch the rowsed game And to the marke my shaftes full well I guide The craftie Doo takes on then to be lame But hauing past the daunger of my bowe She limping leaues and hastes away to goe Thus I being surest of my hoped sport Still misse the fairest marke that eu'r was kend Words doe abound of comfort to exhorte But deedes are slowe sure promises to end The hope then left is game to rowse a newe Till deedes supplie and feede my selfe with view Fortune hath sayde and I beleeued that Renewed hope might ease my heart neere spent Despaire in sequell oft my hope doth squat That doubtfull I remaine still discontent Wherefore to faith if faith remaine in thee With faithfull wordes let deedes in one agree FINIS Sonetto 1 REade these my lines the the carrecters of care Sweete Nymph these lynes reade ou'r ou'r againe View in this glasse that glorie doth prepare The depth of worthes which in thee doth remaine Heare I set foorth the garden of thy grace With plentie stor'd of choyse and sweetest flowers Where I for thee abortiue thoughtes embrace When in conceyte hope lodgeth in thy bowers Heare shalt thou finde the Orphans of my hope Shad'wed with vaile eu'n of thy rare defeart Of all my thoughtes here shalt thou finde the scope Which to the worlde thy honour shalt ympart Thus will I say when skies aduaunce thy name Liue HELENS peere eternized thy fame Sonetto 2 FArewell my hope thy hap did thee not steede And thou my hap vnhappie come to mee Farewell my trust which voide wast of all meede And thou heart-sore attend my miserie Farewell my hold which wast to stronge to hold And thou my ruine welcome to my gaine Farewell my life which dead are in my monld And life no life torment my hart with paine Farewell my chiefe that conquerst with thy looke And thraldome I appeale to riûe my heart Farewell my thought thy thougâ—…t she wâ—…ll not brooke Yet thinke I will for that I feele the smart Farewell my choise I lastly doe thee chuse I cannot chuse another to my will Farewell my comfort comfortles o muse And sorrowe weake thy wrath my ioy to spill
Farewell long stay for winde to fill thy sayle Come banishment Adieû loue must preuayle Sonetto 3 EMerald of treasure eternall spring Nurst by the graces day-starre shine on hie Ingendring perfect blisse with valens ring Twisting loûe and liking with constancie Now stanchlesse hart redres soule-sick wound Enwrap the same in foldes of fresh desire Let loûe be waking haruest hope be found And liuing spring to quench this flame of â—…er Vnto your excellent loûe sole commaund Seing ês you may prooure I me commend Into your counsels grace voutch my demaund Heate burning ioy sustaine in ioyfull end So shall my muse your name ay coronize I will it blaze to all posterities Sonetto 4 RElieûe my minde being oûerprest with care O heare my sorowes for I doe complaine Non may theÌ„ help saue you the cure being rare Ah put me not to death with lingring paine Lest that my death to you shall nothing gaine Enforced loûe dislikes which is not meete Equalitie of loûe doth neuer paine You paragon most pretious pure and sweete Reioyce your louers hart with loûe for loûe Vnlace dislike and let be far disdaine Both one in one and let affection mooûe Since that in hart affection doth remaine Vntie distresse to finde my blisfull sport Let not your hart be cruell to the meeke Attend my harts desire in humble sort Soone grant my humble hart what it doth seeke Sonetto 5 REtire you thoughts vnto your wonted place Or let your place be where your thought are prent Newe ioyes approching with a kindely grace And hope that blossoms on affections dent Excelling worth lyeth buried in my brest Loue eke concealing paine in tombe of heart Each ioy is griefe wherewith thou art opprest Yound is thy griefe but sudden old thy smart Rich is thy choyce desire hath twise a neede Eu'n so my hope would reape hope to sustaine Bearing in my heart the wish of heartie deede Sealing selfe and lore high concealed vaine Vnspotted trust and truth ty'd to the same Loue keeping awe as awefull trust shall prooue Amongst the stings where heart doth feele the flame Such is the meaning of my fixed loue Such be her hart my dolors to remooue Sonetto 6 UPpon the sandes where raging sea doth roare With fearefull found I standing with desire The element his billowes sendes to shoare And takes away my ioy to my great ire So water tho did seeke to quench my fire Whose surie I beheld with rash rebound That would furflow my life ô rage to dire My hearts high rocke was reâ—…t which stood on ground But high commaund retreait she made him sound Who once immite his furie did surcease And way-white waûes to vieû her did redoünd Breaking at her sight her empire to complease And blustring windes their forces did release Least that their tûmult might her eares offend And with a calmie fawne breath'd to her ease Thus was my wish to port they should her send So waûie seas and windes once made me sad So wâuie seas and windes haûe made me glad Amore é mare Sonetto 7 MArching in the plaine field of my conceyte I might behold a tent which was at rest My forces I did bend but ah deceite There left I freedome last which is now least For when I thought to fight with Mars for best There Cupid was which brought me to distresse Of foe when I thought to make a conquest Loûe and desire in tent did me oppresse These captaines twaine from tormeÌ„t may surcease If they did know the lore I beare in minde They may as Turtles one procure thy ease O that to me of twaine one would be kinde Thou teÌ„t that holdst in night such turtle doûes Reioice embrace the twayne of world the loûes Sonetto 8 OF all the bûddes that yeild to men delight Sweete eglantine that sentest in the aire Art worthie pen of gold thy praise to dight Thy flowers of bloome make world both green faire To wearied sence thou comfort dost repaire Thy pleasure from the eye doth neuer stray To fancies hest thou art a stately chaire And wounded hartes desire thou canst allay More bright then sun thou stand'st in window bay And to thy light the sûnne may not come neere Thou lasting flower dost euerlasting stay O that within thy flowers I might appeere As I did passe sweete sent to hart did clime O thou sweete branch the sweetnes of my time Sonetto 9 AS eye bewrayeth the secretes of my minde I did regard an Eglantine most faire That sprong in sight of sun that brightly shind And yet no sunne her springing could empayre I did reioyce to come within her aire Her sweetenes to receiue within my brest O that her seâ—…t in hart ay might I weare With griping griefe heart should not be opprest Heart panting sore would cease or take some rest And feare disloyall vanish would away Then ouer griefe in triumph were I blest To be reuiued when life went to decay With shadow hide me from these hart-breake showers And with thy sent refresh me in thy bowers Sonetto 10 THe onely helpe that some distressed haûe To keepe the life though lingring in the paine Is that a time some place will find to saue The losse of heart procured by disdaine Nowe place is faire yet hope I doe retaine That distance neuer altereth the minde The height of hills doth make the lowly plaine The rising sunne in skie feares not the winde And yet I see place is somewhat vnkinde To offer me the lack of her sweete face Which cannot solac'd be till I it find To free my heart and loûe of loûes disgrace O place if thou didst take her from my eye Bring her in place where place may remedie Sonetto 11 VVHen chirping byrds did chaunt their musickeslayes For to salute Dame Flora with her traine And vesta cloth'd with chaung of fresh arayes For to adorne Hopes happie entertayne Then sweetest Briâ—…re that shylded our repose Sent odours sweete from her fresh hanging bowes And Philomel ' oft-changed notes did close Which did accorde eu'n with our hallow'd vowes But then ah then our discontent began A barking Dog step'd foorth with scolding rage And Musick chang'd to notes of singing Swanne That March wee must with swiftest Equipage Loose not sweete bird thy voice nor briet thy set Wee 'le meete againe when fortunes frownes be spent Sonetto 12 LIue long sweet bâ—…de that to encrease our ioy Made soleme pause betweene thy chirping layes When stately brier shilded our anoye And sheltred vs from peeping Phebus raves Sweet Philomel ' recorde not our delightes In Musicks sounde but to the subtill ayre Least any should participate our spites Wrought by a sudden Cerberus repayre The pleasing sound our spirites did reuiue The sweet sweet sent refresh'd our yeilding sence The happy toutch most to delight did striue But caytiffe dog did hynder our pretence Then happie Byrd farewell that eas'd my paine Farewell sweet brier till fortune smile againe Sonetto 13 UUHen
doubt the sequell thereof Yet noble beautie of this sea-bound Region disdayne not to reade ende and pittie if you will vouchsafe to mity gate the heauines of my martyred heart which neere stifled with the dampe of my discontentments lamentably beggeth for comfort at your handes Yours euer true secret and faithfull Namelesse The lamentation of a Male-content Maister thy desires or liue in despaire DEpose desires or in despaire remaine A heauy doome what my desires depose How can I from my chiefest ioyes refraine And marchâ—… 〈◊〉 retire froÌ„ hopes repose Maister desire this seemeth stâ—… 〈◊〉 What voiâ—…e is this that doth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…use If Iupiter that froÌ„ his throne doth see My secret woes which ruin's cares induce Then mightie Ioue impugne not my content For thou hast been in such an error trayn'd What god soeu'r yet pittie my lament That cannot from my sweet desires be wayn'd Yeilde me no reasons to disswade my course Though some obiecte who clym's may hap to fall The bad is good for to avoyde a worse And better venter then to liue in thrall Or in dispayre remayne a cruell threate Ay me remaine still in despayre I muste Feare which forbids my languor to repeate Hath cou'red hope with vayle of sad distruste For that her sonne which doth obscure my sight Shines alwayes cleere whose beams reflecte 〈◊〉 mee The greater still doth drowne the lesser ligâ—… So I am blinde when I would faynest see Opposed by the starre that lendes me hopâ—… I glutt mine eyes with sweete aspects conteâ—… All are but shadowes hem'd in narrow scope Within the orbâ—… of wearied mindes lamenâ—… Lookes cannot 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 motions canâ—…ot 〈◊〉 So eyes and geâ—… 〈◊〉 doe play their part Giue her no knowledge that I am in loue For with dessembled myrth I hide my smart Repugnant feare controuleth my desire When I woulde speake dispayre pluckes backe the raynes But yet no cheâ—…kes can quench the kindled fire For fantasie to be controul'de disdaynes The marke is fayre for beautie giueth ayme Yet maiestie forbids the meane to shoote The same is it that gaue my heart the mayme With whom to striue I feare it is not boote Could but my pen finde out the way to write The moanâ—… I make the flint to teares would melt Or that I could the worthy prayse indite Of that rare Iemfor whom these paines I felt The world would wonder for to reade my verse That nature coulde frame such a perfect stampe Yet as I can I will the same reherse And for to light this Isle set out this lampe O blooming blossomes with the rising sunne Cou'rd with the dewe distilled from the skies You are like shewes that be vnspected donne And seeme but miste which from the cloudes arise When this fayre Nymph shâ—…â—…orth her golden shine She scales the pride â—…u'n of thâ—…â—…re skie Ech blossom'd flower to honour her incliâ—… There vertues all vpon her shrine do lye The Gods built vp a trophieâ—… of renowne Honour to add to her admired grace The Queene of beautie must resigne her Crowne To her whose fayre doth her proud fayre disgrace How can I then maister my sweete desire That takes no rest but in this heau'nly bower Fuell is scant to kindle reasons fire My minde inclosed lyes in fancies tower The heau'ns are sad when she is Male-content And Phaebus doth inâ—…ome his goulden beams In Ebon darknes till her cares be spent Hyding himselfe within the Oce'n streames But when her frownes be turn'd to smiles againe He lendes his light out of a Cloudie tower Thus the superior bodies doe remaine Subiect to this Semy-goddesse power Can I resist what Ioue could not controule Who can resist the power of beauties force 'T is to well knowne vnto my troubled soule Bootelesse I striâ—…e vnlesse she â—…ke remorse Remorse sayd I how 〈◊〉 she pittie take On him that yet durst 〈◊〉 for pittie craue She doth not knowe I languish for her sake How am I like her sweete resolue to haue Had she but knowne the secrets of my thought How heâ—… sweete fayre is shrined in my heart And but for her I count my life for nought Yt would neu'r grieue me to abide this smart But she whose Orbe with Roses circled is Both red and white of purest die on earth Doth oft of course shew me a heau'n of blisse When modest smile is strayn'd with sudden mirth This is the â—…ase that my desires enioy This is the cause that hath procur'd desire And this doâ—…ire hath sommon'd myne anoye Loe see the â—…ruite of such as would aspire I heere a threate of this my fonde intent Yet cannot haue the thinge I loue so deere O heau'ns beare witnes how my dayes are spent In sighes in sobbs in sad and mournefull cheere Eche night my bed I bath with brirush teares And turne me still in hope to haue some rest When first I sleepe my minde incamp'd with feares Makes me to starte with trembing care possest TheÌ„ thoughts approch vnto my troubled braine And nowe I thinke that â—…ne for whom I pine Eu'n couched doth in happie bed remaine And so in minde I doe behould her shine Then I begyn for to commend the fate Of that sweete bed perfum'd by her sweete breath And with my selfe eu'n thus I doe debate What rarest beautie there appeares in death Her spirits moue with such a liuely grace That death doth seeme in her an ornament Whose stately tower the pillow doth embrace And clipping kisse repos'd with sweete content Art can not paynt how thus she Nature feedes Or liuing death her fayre seemes to possesse Wherein no doubt the carelesse gazer reedes The Calender of his accurst distresse These thoâ—…ghes encrease the heate of my desire Whose accents banish'd reason from the stage My bed beâ—…res guilt of this my burning fire That accessarie was of this my rage For when ech place denied me scope of thought He gaue repose vnto my wearied minde To feede vpon what to my harmes I sought Which now a poyson to infect I finde The night being spent in these vnhal'wed cares The dayes aproch doth 〈◊〉 desires â—…crease Her goulden trammels which my senses snares Like towring Fawlcon doth on my sight cease To view this starre I rowle my light-lesse eye Asqu'int and then sights force is cleane bereft That sense can not her sweetest fayre descrie Which hath my heart in sobbing sorowes left Then like the theefe that shunns the Iudges face I flie her sight that may iudge my desire Although in heart her presence I embrace For still my thoughtes to her sweete fayre aspire Her noble brest eu'n is that bowre of blisse Which in it selfe doth harbor my delight My stay of life therein intombed is Which lock'd retaynes from wished hope his right From wished hope his right ah bootelesse hope That soothes his maister in his ruins course In vaine I striue too large is honours scope That to his center hath a still recourse â—…ught Palmers come and sit in Princes
throane To beg for Dole to satisfie there want Shall I to her uenter to make my moane Whom for to serue I am right worthy scant No sure the Roe which swift beasts out-ran Would scorne to see the bearded goate contend Yet Paris thought the goâ—…desse striefe to scanne When he did Venus beautie in Ide defrude Why shall not I her loue hope to obtayne Though Veâ—…us peere or yet rather peerelesse Paris a sheaphard I a homely swayne He want on I chast Helen would possesse No Pherecleaâ—… barke with treason stor'd Loaden with heape of desembling layes Nor cruell darts with friendes deere blood begor'd Did guide my course to view thy glorious rayes Was 't to reuenge of auncestors the wronge As Paris did these passions me molest No without fraude of pure affection spronge True loue yea lone which robbâ—… me of my rest Thy Idea ymprest is in my heart And gonlden trammels shrined in my minde That if dome fignes doe not my griefe ympart And hope of thee my entertaynment finde I shall weare out the remnant of my dayes In cursed cares and sorowes deepe despayre Diuine sweete Nymph cut off my fates delayes And let consent salue this thy ioyes ympayre For my desires with â—…ombling waues are tâ—…st Within th' Ocean of thy sweeâ—…â—…utie And I in wildernes of cares am lost Deuising still how to performe my duety None knows my minde nor yet what I doe meane In vaine it is to thunder foorth my griefe And thus to spend my selfe on such a spleane When sure I am not to obtaine reliefe What though she reade these ruin's of my time She will not thinke that ought by her is ment For my meane fancies are too base to clime Or once to ayme the Period of my bent That soares aloft eu'n in the racking Cloudes Beyonde the reach of any mortall sight And in bright Phoebus beams her honour shrowd's Which doth from thence encrease fayre Tytanslight So that no fight vnlesse the Eagle eyed For feare of taynt dare gaze on this bright sonne But happie is he that peeping hath espyed The vayle that cou'rs the fayre this third hath spoâ—… Sometimes mine dye forgetting duties charge Gaze on those orbes that be so orient fayre Where anchor-lesse they sayle in fancies barge And feede themselues eu'n with thy heau'nly payre Then while she doth on other obiectes looke They thinke a vauntage for to steale a sight Forgetting that they snatch the bayted hooke But being encountred by those circlets bright They doe retire for to prepare excuse And blush for feare least that they were descried Or that her eyeâ—… would messuage heere the newes When as they had vnto my glavnces pried Thus would I faine that she did know my case And yet aâ—…oth she should my fancies knowe Lest that she would my little hope deface And being my friend begyn to be mâ—… foe Haue I not â—…d that hollow fearefull voice Sound in mine cares which late pronounc'd my care Had she â—…de so it had byn past all choice For thâ—… I hâ—… byn 〈◊〉 fast in snare But sith this Eâ—…o of abâ—…pted ayre Breathe 〈◊〉 these threates from bowels of conceyte Yt shall not Coward-like cyre my despayre But 〈◊〉 giue me courage to entreate Then 〈◊〉 patronesse of my repose Diuine the mâ—…ng of my pure intent And though that feare forbids me to disclose My inward care that banisheth content Yet haue remorse on him that liuing dyes Vnlesse thou take comâ—…on on his fate Whose wynged thought in pensiue passion lyes Fenced with vaile of sorowes deepe debate Eu'r-during care possesseth my poore minde Once freede from the badge of discontent To be thy thrall my soaring thoughtes inclinde View then my playntes which do my hap lament Dayne to regarde the silent griefes I beare Hoping that signes add inward motions pleade True tokens of vnfained loue yet feare Eclipseth still the hope I had to speede Bashfull I am sweete loue speake thou for mee Ah well thou know'st the some of my desire Loue made me thrall and thou canst make me free Then lende me hope to quench the kindled fire I only craue that thou should'st knowe I â—…oue And that I spend my dayes in care for thee Thou art the sterne which wearied barke doth moue Ane to the harbour of thy grace I flee Not for my selfe alone these paÌ„ssions striue And torture still my neere-decayde heart Nor yet of malyce others to corriue But secret matters which the heau'ns ympâ—… For to encrease thy noble beauties race That barren lyes for want of timely seede The braunch spread Palme the blossom'd buds deface Note â—…s is true when thou my Poem reede Yf barren Sara vnto Abraham gaue Agar her mayde his seede to multiplie That She a childe by her brought foorth might haue For to fulfill the sacred Prophesie Why should not I being mou'd by loues desire And stir'd by motion of the heau'nly powers Yeilde to the furie of this hallowed fiâ—…e Whose heate cannot be quench'd with stormie showerâ—… Depose the scruple of a double zeale For time once lost cannot be had againe From all the worlde to thee I doe appeale Though thou shouldst hate my loue shall still remaine I vowe to be true vnto thee alone â—…nd eu'r in heart none other to embrace Nowe let fonde Eccho itterate my moane And part in Cloudes my fates hope to deface I still will sing the glorie of thy name And glutt my selfe in praysing thy sweete fayre My pen is bound for to aduaunce thy fame Vnto the heau'nly region of the ayre Then Ioue will pine and fret for such a loue When thundering blasts of thy renowned grace Shall that great God with thy fayre beautie moue Which I in heart doe honour and embrace These secret griefes this loue vnknowne doth foâ—…e Whereof I die vnlesse thou take remorse FINIS