friends and seruants call And sure me thinks her wit Giues them a name more fit For if all mothers them their sons do call Whom they haue onely borne nine months in all May she not call them sons with better reason Whom she hath borne nine times as long a season For a looking glasse IF thou be faire thy beauties beautifie With vertuous deeds and manners answerable If thou be foule thy beauties want supply With a faire mind and actions commendable In Asinium THou still wert wont in earnest or in iest To praise an Asse as a most worthy best Now like an Asse thy selfe thou still commendest Whats'ere thou speakst with thine own praise thou endest Oh! I perceiue thou praisest learnedly An Asse in Thesi and Hipothesi On a limping Cuckold THou euermore dost ancient Poets blame For faining Venus wife to Vulcan lame I blame the starres and Hymen to that gaue A faire straight wife to thee a foule lame knaue And nought doth ease my griefe but onely this Thy Venus now hath got a Mars to kisse On Crambo a lowzie shifter BY want of shift since lice at first are bred And after by the same encreast and fed Crambo I muse how you haue lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any In Quintum QVintus is burnt and may thereof be glad For being poore he hath a good pretence At euery Church to craue beneuolence For one that had by fire lost all he had In Sabam WHy will not Saba in a glasse behold Her face since she grew wrinkled pale and old Doubtlesse I thinke she doubts that ougly sight Like Cow-turnd IO would her selfe affright In Aulum AVlus giues nought men say though much he craue Yet I can tell to whom the pox he gaue F. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and Madrigals Sonnet I. Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heauenly beames are o're my sight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabling me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eyes my loue your heart displeasing Breed hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing Sonnet II. That he cannot hide or dessemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my inward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my wil my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or tears that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured Sonnet III. Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shinde and the most heau'nly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultles features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humane creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare Sonnet IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the prayses of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweet that onely soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath thence to part Or who of Proteus sundry transformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanly pend So fit for you to take and me to send ELEGIE I. He renounceth his foode and former delight in Musicke Poesie and painting SItting at board sometimes prepar'de to eate If 't hap my minde on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth in stead of pleasant meate And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teares that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A suddaine passion did my song displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournfull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increasde And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releasde If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweete delights were wont to ease my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but groans would come Out of my Pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my minde remaind By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me straind From forth mine eies the bloud for colours came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my taste to please Adieu my songs that bred mine eares delight Adieu sweet Muse that oft my minde did'st ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow finde SONNET V. To Pitie VVAke Pittie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe I but quickly heare my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That
Sonnet VI. That she hath greater power ouer his happinesse and life then eyther Fortune Fate or Stars LEt Fate my Fortune and my starres conspire Iointly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be gratious in your heauenly face I wey not Fates nor Starres nor Fortunes yre T' is not the influence of heauens fire Hath power to make me blessed in my race Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expire T' is your faire eies my Starres all blisse do giue T' is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happie liue Though Fortune Fate and Stars conspire mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take me Fortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me Sonnet VII Of his Ladies weeping WHat neede I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to be thus rauisht from thine eyes Since your owne teares with me do Simpathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with flouds of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory banks they did not rise Till others enuying their felicities Did presse them forth that they might there beare rest Some of which teares prest forth by violence Your lips with greedy kissing straight did drinke And other some vnwilling to part thence In amour'd on your cheekes in them did sinke And some which from your face wer forc d away In signe of loue did on your garments stay Sonnet VIII He paints out his torment SWeete to my cursed life some fauour shew Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my senses sence of life retaine Since Sence doth onely yeeld me sence of woe For now mine eyes onely your frownes do know Mine eares heare nothing else but your disdaine My lips taste nought but teares and smell is paine Banisht your lips where Indian Odours grow And my deuoted heart your beauties slaue Feeles nought but scorne oppressions and distresse Made eu'n of wretchednesse the wretched caue Nay too too wretched for vild wretchednesse For euen sad sighs as loathing there to rest Struggle for passage from my griefe-swolne brest ODE II. A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With praiers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her go for shee 'le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue mysighs declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheekes haue â—…wed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which praiers sighs teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le set her Heart let her go oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighs praiers faile me Shall yet my Loue preseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Teares sighs praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer Sonnet VII His sighs and teares are bootlesse I haue intreated and I haue complained I haue disprais'd and praise I likewise gaue All meanes to win her grace I tried haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pittie craue That now nor tongue nor Pen to me her slaue Remaines whereby her grace may be obtained Yet you my sighs may purchase me reliefe And ye my teares her rockie heart may moue Therefore my sighs sigh in her eare my griefe And in her heart my teares imprint my loue But cease vaine sighs cease cease ye fruitlesse teares Teares cannot pierce her heart nor sighs her eares Sonnet VIII Her beautie makes him liue euen in despaire WOunded with griefe I weepe and sigh and paine Yet neither plaints nor sighs nor teares do good But all in vaine I striue against the floud Gaining but griefe for griefe and paine for paine Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distaine Leauing ingrauen sorrow where they stood And though my sighs consuming vp my bloud For loue deseru'd reape vndeseru'd disdaine And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse heart more hard then steele Yet such alas such is your beauties force Charming my sence that though this hell I feele Though neither plaints nor sighs nor tears can moue you Yet must I still persist euer to loue you Sonnet IX Why her lips yeeld him no words of comfort OFt doe I plaine and she my plants doth reed Which in blacke colours do paint forth my woe So that of force she must my sorow know And know for her disdaine my heart doth bleed And knowledge must of force some pittie breed Which makes me hope she will some fauour show And from her sugred lips cause comfort flow Into mine eares my heart with ioy to feed Yet though she reads and reading knowes my griefe And knowledge moues her pittie my distresse Yet do her lips sweet lips yeeld no reliefe Much do I muse but find no cause in this That in her lips her heauenly lips that blisse them Her words loth thence to part stay there to kisse them Sonnet X. Comparison of his heart to a tempest beaten Ship LIke a Sea-tossed Barke with tackling spent And stars obseur'd his watrie iournies guide By loud tempestuous winds and raging tide From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent Fares my poore heart my heart-strings being rent And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide Since your faire eies my stars themselues do hide Clouding their light in frownes and discontent For from your frownes do spring my sighs and teares Teares flow like seas and sighs like windes do blow Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My tempest beaten heart from woe to woe And if your eyes shine not that I may shuâ—… it On rocke despaire my sighs and teares will rue it ELEGIE To his Ladie who had vowed virginity 6 EV'n as my hand my Pen and Paper laies My trembling hand my Pen from Paper staies Lest that thine eies which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid
not to be cured But by those eies that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onelie loues and serues and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the stars obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no Comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterlie neglected With dreadfull terror tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth dailie hourelie minutelie expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rockâ—… or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne 5 But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eies your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'unfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me awaie leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinks on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hate both my selfe and gifts and letters too 6 I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a mind So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloudie to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so mild lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had bene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say til your heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowlie heart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know t not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe 7 But when againe my cursed memorie To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That withâ—…r'd my yong â—…oies before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthlie Paradise To glaâ—…e my sight in your two heauenlie eies On which alone my earthlie ioies depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedie eares on your sweet words to feed Which canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moist so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloudie theft Whereby it closelie me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenlie conuersation By whose sweet charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louelie presence haunt In stead of all these ioies I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnes frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words side looks nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vnderu'd despight When this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eies let fall Nor winde of blustring sighs with all their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should find grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterlie abhorre me 8 Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To trie the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendour of your beauties hew Ah! trie it on rebellious hearts and eies That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and eurelesle your eies can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glorie is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie ODE IIII. Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures he desireth her to write vnto him I MY onelie starre Why why are your decreeies Where all my liefs peace lies VVith me at warre VVhy to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so That all his thoughts in you haue birth and ending II Hope of my heart O wherefore do the words VVhich your sweet tongue affords No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure III Sun-shine of ioie VVhie do your gestures which All eies and hearts be witch My blisse destroie And pities skie o're-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre VVhich in your bosome seeks his onely shrowding IIII Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sâ—…ght Shou'd cure me with delight My poyson found VVhich through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my senses find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing V Alas my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd me VVhich both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweet voyce and sweet Graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places VI But O the Anguish Which presence still presented Absence hath not absented Nor made to languish No no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect â—… loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining VII O cruel Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desist your rigour And let kinde lines assure me since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kill me yet at length will cure me Madrigall 5. Allusion to
the confusion of Babell THe wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadlie hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poison fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me Sonnet VI. Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioin'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euerie noble mind Why then do I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind Two seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if 't befalse such glosing words resraine If true O then let worth his obtaine Sonnet 7. Her answere in the same Rimes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euerie noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to twhart the freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome iust disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should no worth worths due obtaine ODE 5. His farewell to his vnkinde and vnconstant Mistrisâ—… SWeet if you like and loue me still And yeeld me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your heart If deere to you I bee As you are deere to mee Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe than me Who loue thee deere and none but thee If others do the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If you delight to range And oft to chop and change Then get you some new-fangled Mate My doating loue shall turne to Hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone ODE VI. A Prosopopoeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies breast I Dare not in my Maisters bosome rest That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his Mistresse brest The frosty Climate into yce would turne me So both from her and him I do retyre me Lest th' one should freeze me and th' other fire'me VVing'd with true loue I flie to this sweet Brest VVhose snow I hope will coole but t'yce not turne me VVhere fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare Brest from thee â—…le ne'fe retire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me ODE VII Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto Lady of matchlesse beauty When into your sweete Bosome I deliuered A paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duty Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Rime restraind O then your thought abused was My Hart close wrapt therin into your Brest infused was When you that Scroule restor'd me VVith grateful words kind grace and smiling merily My Brest did swel with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding only that I writ I hopp't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poison of despaire instead thereof infused had VVhy why did you torment me VVith giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both heart and paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent me Hope you my Heart thence to remoue By scorning me my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deep to be remou'd it in your brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your Beauty Vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne still my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Heart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused be For in my very soule your loue and looks infused be ODE 8. Commendation of her Beauty Stature Behauiour and wit SOme there are as Faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature Some as Tall and goodly be too But want Beauty to their Stature Some haue gratious Kind behauour But are soule or simple Creatures Some haue Wit but want sweet fauour Or are proud of their good features Only you and you want pitty Are most Fayre Tall Kinde and Witty MADRIGAL 6. To her hand vppon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moistest whitest More skil'd then Phoebuâ—… on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily Instealing Hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. MADIGRAL 7. Cupid proued a Fencer Ah Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer of tâ—…faines blowes and thrusts Where he intendes no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine eies hast hit my hart Sonnet 8. Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false inconstancy My praises stile her o're prais'd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scorneful Dame so deerly If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoars Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth resound your praise admired My then greene Heart so brightly did enflame MADRIGAL 8. He compares him-selfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flie To the deere
had gain'd With smoaking sighs and deep-fetch'd sobs did rew And his braue cheeks with scalding teares bedew Because that Kingdomes now so few remain'd By his victorious Arme to be obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spencer erst so farre had spred his fame That he was Monarch deem'd of Poesie Thou did st I gesse euen burne with iealousie Least Lawrell were not left ynough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac't In highest seat So hath thy Muse surpast Spencer and all that do with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crowne aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdome share The mightiest Kings in might did match alone So of thy skill the greatnesse thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kind with thee compare One shar'd out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall But onely Alexander all did wield So in soft pleasing Lyricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magis Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the graces treasure Vertues hope his friendes sole pleasure This small Marble stone lies vnder which is often moist with teares For such losse in such young yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead But from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was farre vnfit For thy beauty grace and wit 3 Thou aliue on earth sweet Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy Iu high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was reft thee By treason th' other left thee That left thee meanes to flie with This left thee meanes to die with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou fliest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou dyest Piu meritare che conseguire FRANCIS DAVISON MORE SONNETS ODES c. SONNET 1. He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines impart The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my heart For beeing charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fyre makes me breath out in part The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eyes If mine Eyes sinne their sins cause only lies On your bright eyes which haue my heart inflamed Since eies loue liues erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my affection Sonnet 2. Loue in Iustice punishable onely with like Loue BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eies But that your Eies as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from them-selues doth rise Yet this my humble fuite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What er'e it be it shall not be refused And since my loue alreadie is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice iudge me as I haue confessed For if my doome in iustice scales be wayed With equall loue my loue must be repayed Sonnet III. He cals his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweete voice beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAire is thy face and great thy wits perfection So faire alas so hard to be exprest That if my tired Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their nest And that your face is such a flint-hard brest By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnesse mine eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine eyes rauisht when you they see Beutie and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete Saint haue equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equals you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell Sonnet IIII. Praise of her eyes excelling all comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot de◅ise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose nameles worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lies More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influēce raignes Ouer my life and lifes felicities Stars they be not but Suns whose presence driues Darknesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Ladie to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie As she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But Grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which Pitties source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her fauer Or a new Mistresse f◅de But neither our alas may be Scorne in her and louein me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her crueltie Sonnet V. Contention of Loue and Reason for his heart REason and loue lately at strife contended Whose right it was to haue my minds protection Reason on his side Natures will pretended Loues title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to end this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soone brought those thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beautie Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royaltie He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyaltie
sweet to them that lightly touch Rough hard foule soure to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue though that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweet were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest p◅ace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine Phaleuciacke II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phaleuciacks MVse not Ladie to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedie for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse Sonnet IIII. Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who cal'd reueng to worke my spite thereby ◅ash was Reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor praier his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my eares disdainsull words did lie Proud looks did keepe mine eies with scornful traine Disire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable THe loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choice is made change he that list for me Such as I am so will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change cals for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaie◅ be Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full consent desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy encreaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be Iamais aultre To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causers of my paine That to my foe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason sold. Too late you call for helpe of me in vaine Whom loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are cleerer then the daies Vpon her absence THe sommer Sun that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and dries the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter pain◅ My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where looks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweet sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere VVhich from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my
so cruell and vnstedfast growne For Nature cal'd for by distressed hearts Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts But they whose cheekes with carelesse bloud are stain'd Nurse not one sparke of loue within their hearts And when they woo they speake with passion faind For their fat loue lies in their outward parts But in their brests where loue his court should hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nailes for cold Tho. Campion Of Corinnaes singing WHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voice reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd eccho cleere But when she doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more than mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto An Elegie of a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true Shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she brone to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for ayre And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Til I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more thē triumphs of denial To see a triall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes eelde and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswell thy shame as passiōs that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womās brest Is but a guest H. W. A Poesie to proue affection is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wild beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike W. R. MADRIGAL In praise of two FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the better grace Both haue mine eye enriched This sings full sweetly with her voice Her fingers make as sweete a noise Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided To his Ladies garden being absent far from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from winter and still dressed With her faces heau'n-set flowers Happy too are those thy allies Where her faire feete deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milkie way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous minde well placed The rare tree of knowledge is Happy are so thy birds be Whom she taught to sing by art Who in heauenly harmony With the Angels beares a part Happy blest and fortunate Bowers Allies Trees and Birds But my most vnhappy state Farre surmounts all reach of words Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks CRuell and vnpartiall sicknesse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weaknesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoyles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in lnkes blacke teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close locke them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare the Till I from my selfe docdepart Th. Spilman A Sonnet in the grace of wit of tongue of face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent thē drew now hit mine eie mine eare my hart Mine eie mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face hir tong hir wit with beams with soūd with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare my heart Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth ◅east doth fill Oface o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart Wring not vex not woūd not mineey mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shall sw◅are Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare Sonnet For her heart onely ONely sweet Loue affoord me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory coue◅s That they to me no beame of light impart Athough they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweet content to lose If they sweete Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet lnue I aske not
such bold fauours as before I beg but this afford me but thy heart For then I know thou wilt the rest impart ODE That time and absence proues â—…ather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against thy strength Distance and length Do what you can for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and time doth settle Who loues a Mistris of such quality He soone hath found Affection ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts that cannot vary Absence is present time doth tary My sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I embrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her The true loues knot LOue is the linke the knot the band of vnity And all that loue do loue with their belou'd to be Loue onely did decree To change his kind in me For though I lou'd with all the powers of my minde And through my restles thoghts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declind Sith she is most vnkinde For since her beauties Sun my fruitlesse hope did breede By absence from that Sun I hop't to sterue that weede Though absence did indeed My hopes not starue but feed For when I shift my place like to the stricken Deere I cannot shift the shaft which in my side I beare By me it resteth there The cause is not elsewhere So hauâ—… I seene the sicke to runne and turne againe As if that outward change could ease his inward painâ—… But still alas in vaine The fit doth still remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes causd the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True Loue thus wrought my woe Ignoto Sonnet BEst pleas'd she is when loue is most exprest And sometime saies that loue should be requited Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righted When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose heart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sun yet still benighted By her despaire is blam'de and hope supprest She still denies yet still her heart consenteth She grants me all but that which I desire She fuell sends but bids me leaue the fire She lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish loue by reason of thy blindnesse I die for want of loue yet kild with kindnesse Sonnet WHen a weake child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernesse cannot sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his paine Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a diet O I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weaknesse dead if I but take The pleasantest receit that art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake But ah faire God of Phisicke it may be But Phisicke to my Nurse would me recouer She whom I loue with beauty nurseth me But with a bitter mixture kils her louer Yet I assure my selfe I should not die If she were purged of her crueltie Sonnet WEre I as base as is the lowly plaine And you my loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet shoâ—…ld the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend tâ—… heauen in honour of my loue Were I as high as heau'n aboue the plaine And you my loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the Mayne Whereso'ere you were with you my loue should go Were you the earth deere loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand eyes Till heauâ—…n wax't blind and till the world were dun Where so'ere I am below or else aboue you Whereso'ere you are my heart shall truly loue you I. S. Madrigall MY loue in her attire doth shew her wit It doth so well become her For euery season she hath dressings fit For Winter Spring and Summer No beautie she doth misse When all her Robes are on But beauties selfe â—…he is When all her Robes are gone A Poeme WHen I to you of all my woes complaine Which you make me endure without release With scornefull smiles you answere me againe That louers true must beare and hold their peace Deere I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall do F. D. Sonnet THe Poets faine that when the world began Both sexes in one body did remaine Till loue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this diuision he the heart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the heart That if there were a reuniting euer Each part might know which was his counterpart See then deere loue th'indentute of my heart And reade the cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your heart be not the counterpart Of my true hearts indented chast desire And if it be so may it euer be Two hearts in one twixt you my loue and me I. S. An inuectiue against women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see too Are women sweet Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweet to them that inlie lone them Chaste and discreet to all saue those that proue them Are women wise Not wise but they be witty Are women witty Yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be ye ne're so wise they will beguile ye Are women fooles Not fooles but fondlings many Can women fond be faithfull vnto any When snow-white swans do turne to colour sable Then women fond will be both firme and stable Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no diuels Are women good Not good but needfull euils So Angel-like that diuels I do not doubt them So needfull ils that few can liue without them Are women proud I passing proud and praise them Are women kind I wondrous kind and please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind-hearted any may procure them Ignoto Loues embassie in an Iambicke Elegie VNhappy verse the witnesse of vnhappy state Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And fly forth vnto my loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerlesse at the cheerfull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on her heaun'ly Virginals If in bed tell her that mine eies can take no rest If at boord tell her that my mouth can taste no foode If at her Virginals tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffereth no sleepe Say that raging loue doth appall the weake stomacke Say that lamenting loue marreâ—… the Musicall Tell her that her pleasures were wont to lull me a sleepe Tell her that her beauty was wont to feede mine
Ode 7 Desire hath conquered reuenge see Sonnet 9 Desires gouernment see Poem 9 Dialogues 1. Betweene a louer and his Ladie 23 2. Betweene a louer Cupid 50 3. Betweene a Louer Death and Cupid 49 4. Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen breast 59 5. Betweene the louer and his heart 49 123 6. Betweene the soule and the bodie 188 7. In praise of Astrea 26 Didoes inscription see Inscription 4 Discommodities of loue see Sonnet 20 Disdaine at variance with desire see Ode â—… Disdaines Altar Sacrifice 177 Disdainfull loue see Ode 2 Dispraise of a courtly life see Pastorall 3 Dispraise of louers folly 145 Diuine 1 Dozen of points 5 Dyall 7 E Eglogues 1. Betweene a Shepheard and a Heardman 47 2. Betweene Eubulus and Astrea 59 3. Betweene Strephon and Urarania with her answere 57 4. Concerning old age 83 5. How Cupid made a Nymph wound her selfe 24 6. Of Cuddy 3â—… 7. Vpon the death of sir Philip Sidney 41 Elegies 1. Letters in verse 99 2. Of discontent 91 3. Of his verse 21â—… 4. Of womens inconstancy 203 5. To his Lady who vowed virginitie 106 6. Why he obtaines not his Ladies fauour 93 Epigrams 1. A rulâ—… for Courtiers 66 2. For a looking glasse 5 3. On a limping Cuccold 67 4. On a painted Curtezan 66 5. On Crambo a lowâ—…ie shifter 67 6. To A. S. 46 7. To all poore schollers 64 8. To his friends 65 9. To Sir Phi. Sidney 162 10. Translations 〈◊〉 of Martiall 63 11. Ad pâ—…ssimos Coniuges 65 12. In Asinium 60 13. In Aulam 65 14. In Aulâ—…m 67 15. In Quintuâ—… ibid. 19. In Sabaâ—… ibid. Epitaphes 1. Vpon the death of a child 96 2. Vpon the heart of King H. of France and Poland 202 Execration of his passed Loue see Sonnet 10 F Fabricius Curio his vertues see Inscription 5 Face see Poeme 11. and reporting Sonnet Faire face and hard heart see Poeme 11 Falling band 6 Fanne ibid. Farewell to his vnconstant Mistresse see Ode 10 Fiction how a Nimph was wounded by Cupid see Egl. 5 Fortunes wheeles 5 G Garden see Poeme 40 Garters 6 Girdle 5 Glasse ibid. Gloues ibid. Guift see Poeme 28 H Hand see Madrigall 14 Hand kerchiefe 5 Hexameters to sir P. Sid. 162 His heart arraigned of theft and acquitted see Poeme 13 Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies see Poeme 14 Horace imitated 59 Himnes 1. In praise of Musicke 167 2. In praise of Neptune 183 I In praise of a beggers life see beggers life 161 In praise of her eyes see Sonnet 17 In praise of Musicke see Him 1 In praise of Neptune see Him 2 In praise of sir P. Sidney see Epigram 9 In praise of the two Countesses of Cumberland and Warwicke see Sonnet 41 In praise of the Sun see Poeme 15 Inscriptions 1. Of Aiax who kild himselfe 58 2. Of Cato Vtican who slew himselfe 59 3. Of Clytemnestra and her Sonne Orestes 57 4. Of Dido 97 5. Of Fabritius Curio 58 6. Of â—…mulus who was nursed by a she wâ—…lse 58 7. Of Thisbe 57 Inuectiue against his Lady see Poeme 113 Inuectiue against Loue see Poeme 11 Inuectiue againe women see Poeme 16 Inuerted rimes of Loue. 28 Ixion his torments 115 K Kerchiefe see Hand-Kerchiefe K. H. 3. Epitaph see Epitaph 2 Kniues 5 L Lace 5 Ladies eyes serue Cupid for darts and fire see Pâ—… 19 Lawyer 1 Lennâ—…y in riming Phaleâ—…taks 128 Looking glasse 5 Lottery presented before the late Queene 3 Lots 5 Loue Eclipsed see Son 2 Loue enters by fame see Son 46 Loue is deadly sweetenesse see Poeme 7 Loue like childrens Phisicke see Son 7 Loue punishable with loue see Son net 19 Loue the onely price of loue see Poeme 20 Louers complaint see Ode 14 Loues allegory to a ship see Son 54 Loues anatomy 197 Loues contention see Son 8 Laues contrarieties see Po. 21 Loues description see Son 2 Loues discommodities see Son 20 Loues dispraise and louers folly see Ode 145 Loues hyperbolâ—…s see Sâ—… 11 Loues inuectiue see Sonnet and Poeme 17 Loues naturall comparisons see Poeme 23 Loues properties see Po. 22 Lye wherein is glaunced at some generall vices in sundry states of men 15 M Madrigall 1. Allusion vpon the confusion of â—…ahell â—…4 2. Answere to the question what loue was 90 3. Cupid proued a 〈◊〉 89 4. For a kisse 57 5. For the hearts diuision 111 6. He compares himsâ—… to a candle flie 89 7. Her outward gesture deceiuing his inward hope 127 8. Her praise is in her want ibid. 9. Of a Ladies dreaming that she saw her louer dead 365 10. Of his loues attire 21 11. Of loue 149 12. Taken out of a Greeke Epigram 44 13. Of Cupid 125 14. To her hand vpon giuing a Gloue â—… 15. Verball loue 698 16. Upon a kisse receiued 75 19. Vpon departure from his loue 85 18. Upon her beauty and inconstancie 92 19. Vpon her commending of his verses 96 20. Vpon her hiding her face from him 92 21. Vpon her long absence 91 22. Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne death 94 23. Upon his timorous silence in her presence 91 24. Vpon seeing his face in her eye 92 Maide 3. 8 Maried man 3 Mariners song and speech 4 Maske 5 Meditation vpon the frailtie of this life see Poeme 2 Merchant 2 Musicks praise see Hymne 1 N Necklace 7 Neptunes praise see Hymne 2 Nutmeg 7 O Odes 1. A comparison 157 2. A defiance to disdainefull loue 153 3. A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 103 4. A Prosopopoeia wherein his heart speakes to his Ladies breast 86 5. Being in Italy desires her to write vnto him 82 6. Cupids mariage with dissimulation 144 7. Desire and hope 126 8. Disdaine at variance with desire 139 9. Dispraise of loue and louers folly 145 10. His farewell to his vnconstant Mistresse 85 11. His Lady condemned of ignorance or crueltie 100 12. His restlesse estate 76 13. In commendatioÌ„ of her beautie 88 14. Louers complaint 133 15. Of absence and time 205 16. Of Cynthia 212 17. Petition for leaue to die 132 18. That all creatures haue abiding in heauen hell or in one of the foure Elements but Man in all of them 90 19. That onely her beauty and voice please him 71 20. The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 121 21. The tomb of dead desire 154 22. To her eyes 138 23. To his heart 151 24. To his Muse. 147 25. Unhappy eyes 135 26. Vpon a countersaite answere 86 27. Vpon her absence 130 28. Vpon protestation of kinde affection 78 29. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light 130 30. Where his Ladie-keepes his heart 120 Of absence and time see Ode 15 Of Cupid see Eglogue 5 Of Cynthia see Ode 16 Of loue matters out of Anacreon see Anacreon P Paire of Bracelets 6 Paire of garters 5 Paire of gloues 5 Paire of sizzers 6 Paire of writing tables 6 Palenesse see Poeme 43 Passionate Pris. see Poeme
If my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing die and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy crie Because her glory in my death will die ODE I. That onely her beauty and voice please him 1 PAssion may my iudgement bleare Therefore sure I will not sweare That others are not pleasing But I speake it to my paine And my life shall it maintaine None else yeelds my heart easing 2. Ladies I doe thinke there bee Other-some as faire as â—…hee Though none haue fairer features But my turtle-like affection Since of her â—… made Election Scornes other fairest creatures 3 Surely I will not deny But some others reach as high With their sweete warbling voices But since her notes charmde mine eare Euen the sweetest tunes I heare To me seeme rude harsh noyses Madrigall I. To Cupid LOue if a God thou art Then euermore thou must Be mercifull and iust If thou be iust O wherefore doth thy Dart Wound mine alone and not my Ladies Hart If merciful then why Am I to paine reseru'd Who haue thee truely seru'd While she that by thy power sets not a flye Laughes thee to scorne and liues at liberty Then if a God thou wilt accounted bee Heale me like her or else wound her like me Madrigall II. Vpon his mistresse sicknes and his owne health In health and ease am I Yet as I senselesse were it nought contents me You sicke in paine doe lie And ah your paine exceedingly torments me Whereof I can this onely reason giue That dead vnto my selfe in you I liue Madrigall 3. He begs a kisse SOrrow slowly killeth any Sodaine ioy soone murthers many Then sweete if you would end me T is a fond course with lingring griefe to spend me For quickly to dispatch me Your onely way is in your armes to catch me And giue me doue-like kisses For such excessiue and vnlookt-for blisses Will so much ouer-ioy me As they will straight destroy me Madrigall 4. Vpon a kisse receiued SInce I your cherry lips did kisse Where Nectar and Ambrosia is My hungry maw no meate requires My thirsty throate no drinke desires For by your breath which then I gained Camelion-like my life 's maintained O grant me then those cherries still And let me feede on them my fill If by a surfet death I get Vpon my tombe let this be set By cherries twaine his life he cherisht By cherries twaine at length he perisht ODE II. Vpon her protestation of kinde affection hauing tried his sincere fidelitie I LAdie you are with beauties so enriched Of bodie and of minde As I can hardly finde Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched 2 Whether your skin so white so smooth so tender Or face well form'd and faire Or heart-ensnaring haire Or daintie hand or legge and foote so slender 3 Or whether your sharpe wit and liuely spirit Where Pride can finde no place Or your enchaunting grace Or speech which doth true eloquence inherit 4 Most louely all and each of them do moue me More then words can expresse But yet I must confesse I loue you most because you please to loue me ODE II. His restlesse estate Your presence breeds my anguish Your absence makes me languish Your sight with woe doth fill me And want of your sweete sight alas doth kill me If those deere eyes that burne me With milde aspect you turne me For life my weake heart panteth If frowningly my sp'rit and life blood fainteth If you speake kindly to me Alas kind words vndoe me Yet silence doth dislike me And one vnkinde ill word starke dead would strike me Thus Sunne nor shade doth ease me Nor speech nor silence please me Fauours and frownes annoy me Both want and plenty equally destroy me ELEGIE II. Or letters in Verse MY deerest sweete if these sad lines do hap The raging fury of the Sea to scape O be not you more cruell then the Seas Let Pittie now your angry mind appease So that your hand may be their blessed Port From whence they may vnto your eies resort And at that throne pleading my wretched case May moue your cruell heart to yeeld me grace So may no clouds of elder yeares obscure Your Sun-like eies but still as bright endure As then they shone when with one piercing Ray They made my selfe their slaue my heart they pray So may no sicknesse nip those flowers sweete Which euer flowring on your cheekes do meet Nor all defacing time haue power to race The goodly building of that heauenly face 3 Fountaine of blisse yet well-spring of my woe O would I might not iustly terme you so Alas your cruell dealing and my fate Haue now reduc'de me to that wretched state That I know not how I my stile may frame To thanks or grudging or to praise or blame And where to write I all my powers do bend There wot I not how to begin or end And now my drisling teares trill downe apace As if the latter would the former chase Whereof some few on my pale cheekes remaine Like wither'd flowers bedew'd with drops of raine The other falling in my Paper sinke Or dropping in my Pen encrease my inke Which suddaine Passions cause if you would finde A trembling feare doth now possesse my minde That you will not vouchsafe these lines to reade Lest they some pitie in your heart may breed But or with angry frownes refuse to take them Or taking them the fires fewell make them Or with those hands made to a milder end These guiltlesse leaues all into peeces rend O cruell Tyrant yet beloued still Wherein haue I deseru'd of you so ill That all my loue you should with hate requite And all my paines reward with such despite Or if my fault be great which I protest Is onely loue too great to be exprest What haue these lines so harmelesse innocent Deseru'd to feel their Masters punishment These leaues are not vnto my fault consenting And therefore ought not to haue the same tormenting When you haue read them vse them as you list For by your sight they shall be fully blest But till you reade them let the woes I haue This harmelesse Paper from your furie saue 4 Cleare vp mine eies and drie your selues my teares And thou my â—…eart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet her faire eies will not a looke denie To this sad storie of thy miserie O then my deere behold the Portraiture Of him that doth all kind of woes endure Of him whose Head is made a hiue of woes Whose swarming number daily greater growes Of him whose senses like a Racke are bent With diuerse motions my poore soule to rent Whose minde a mirrour is which onely shewes The ougly image of my present woes Whose memorie's a poison'd knife to teare The euer bleeding wound my breast doth beare The euer bleeding wound
cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new-borne words But whil'st like clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad despaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conq'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature profsers Then either vniust beauty is too blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattering them with a faire◅ seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill 7 Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deed did passe But it by wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thrall You be enioyed of no one at all For as the Lions strength to seize his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engag'd hearts doe owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raigne 8 But if these reasons being vainely spent You sight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The grosse and lustre proper vnto each So where one bodie ioyntly doth inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both alleageance and command For selfe-deuided kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth that And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste Beautie so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth 9 And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night vnreaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eies Deaths ◅able dart and Cupids arrow flies 10 Since then from Chastitie and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as king Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beautie be with this suffiz'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Bloud-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest conquerors doe townes desire On honourable termes and not with fire Sonnet XI That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my loue in equity be blamed Still to importune though it ne're obtaine Since though her face and voice will me refraine Yet by her voice and face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my loue but to reuiue my paine And when her voice commands but all in vaine That loue both leaue to be and to be named Her Syren voice doth such enchantment moue And though she frowne eu'n frownes so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since that I must and yet cannot forsake her My fruitlesse praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted heart ne're cease to loue her Sonnet XII He desires leaue to write of his loue MVst my deuoted heart desist to loue her No loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder thing than loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no Pen to shew that I approue her Were I tong-tide that I might not addresse it In plaints and Prair's vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no Pen my very teares would shew it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tong-tide my sighs would make her know it Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leaue to say I loue her Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid muliere Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter than a feather And the winde more light than either But a womans sickle minde More than Feather Dust or Winde W. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and other Poesies Ten Sonnets by T. W. A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his heart L. SPeake gentle heart where is thy dwelling place H. with her whose bi◅th the heauēs thēselues haue blest L. What dost thou there H. Sometimes ◅ehold her face And lodge sometimes within her christall brest L. She cold thou hot how can you then agree H Not nature now but loue doth gouerne mee L. With her wilt thou remaine and let me die H. If I returne we both shall die for griefe L. If still thou stay what shall I get thereby H. I le moue her heart to purchase thy reliefe L. What if her heart be hard and stop his eares H. I le sigh aloud and make him soft with teares L. If that preuaile wilt thou returne from thence H. Not I alone my heart shall come with me L. Then will you both liue vnder my defence H. So long as life will let vs both agree L. Why then despaire go packe thee hence away I liue in hope to haue a happy day A Dialogue betweene a Louer Death and Loue. Louer COme gentle Death D. Who cals L. One that 's opprest D. What is thy wil L. That thou abridge my woe By cutting off my life D. Cease thy request I cannot kill thee yet L. Alas why so D. Thou want'st thy heart L. who stole that same away D. Loue whom thou seru'st entreat him if thou may Louer COme Cupid come C. Who calleth me so oft L. Thy vassall true whō thou shouldst know by right C What makes thy crie so faint L. My voice is soft Quite broke and spent with crying day and night C. Why then what 's thy request L. That thou restore To mee my heart and steale the same no more And thou O Death when I possesse my heart Dispatch me then at once D. Alas why so L. By promise thou art bound to end my smart D. But if thy heart returne
earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but with selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue require All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accept it for thy prisoner as it is His heart arraigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon-like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'end◅tement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His Plea was such as each man might descrie For grace and truth were read in neither eye Yet forc'd to speake his farther Plea was this That sore pursu'de by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he ◅ bour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes redrest Tooke sanctuary in her sacred brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That ruth migh raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide MADRIGAL I. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turnd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindnesse So shall I blesse my blindnesse Phaleuciak I. TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wisht I so oft that houre vnhappy When with freedome I might recount my torments And plead for remedy by true lamenting Dumbe nay dead in a trance I stood amazed When those lookes I beheld that late I long'd for No speech no memory no life remained Now speech prat◅th apace my griefe bewraying Now bootlesse memory my plaints remembreth Now life moueth againe but all auailes not Speech life and memory die altogether With speech life memory loue onely dies not Deadly Sweetnesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweete teares the drinke that more augmēts my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which wast my life at first Sweete thoughts sweetteares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies Madrigall II. Verball loue IF loue be made of words as woods of trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hot where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth frie Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water drie Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees He liue that dead doth lie What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no cry Such is her vowed loue to me Yet must I thinke it true to be Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He lookt that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Deepe is the wound though none appeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'de to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had beene fire I gazde vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Than that where grow both shafts and fire Loues Contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that longsince is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To thinke what toyes doe tosse my troubled head How most I wish that most I should refraine And seekethe thing that least I long to sinde And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I crie for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wi◅h for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long to see and yet I shunne her sight I scald in Sunne and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to die I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Heu cogor votinescius esse mei ODE III. Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extremes are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts ◅hey send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but feare of youth ELEGIE III. Her praise is in her want SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her all graces friendly meet In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancie vnder feet Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo Her outward gesture deceiuing his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is thy deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it will not stand Smoth soft faire
teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she cals in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begun In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse depart and let me die Some brauer youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the skie And make thee scorne blinde Fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thâ—… entertaine Desire aâ—…d Fortune with despite haue slaine My Ladie dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of me Then good my Muse flie backe to heau'n againe And let me die to end this endlesse paine Breake heauie heart BReake heauie heart and rid me of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vaine by night with teares I waste away Away I waâ—…e with teares by night in vaine Teares sighs by night by day encrease this paine Mine eies no eies but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but flouds to moist my heart My heart no heart but labour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My sâ—…art my feares my heart my teares mine eies Are blind dride spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine eies though blind see cause of griese And yet my teares though dride runne downe amaine And yet my heart though spent attends reliefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting crie in vaine breake Beauiâ—… heart Desires gouernment WHere wit is ouer-ruld by will And will is led by fond desire There reason were as good be still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The heart must rule the head obey What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When he that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list perforce So reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne Loues properties TWixt heate and colde t'wixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife I liue in death in cold I frie. Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead First burning heate sets all on fire Whereby I seeme in flames to frie Then cold despaire kils hot desire That drenched deepe in death I lie Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate no end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despaire to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright Liuing Death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse care Ifneeds I must o'rewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot die If nought but losse I reape in stead of gaine If lasting paine do euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusd sometime Now shut thine eares and my request denie Still must I loue and waile in wofull rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuâ—… The passionate prisoner YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosd wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flie O shut your selues each chinke and creuisse straine That none but you may heare me thus complaine My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to beate bâ—…t beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnesse of my paine As for my teares whose streames must euer last My silent couch shall drinke them vp as fast Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies THough naked trees seeme dead to sight When Winter winde doth keenely blow Yâ—…t if the roote maintaine her right The Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and drie No maruell though the branches die VVhile hope did liue within my brest No Winter storme could kill desire But now disdaine hath hope opprest Dead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote and spire was loue No sap beneath no life aboue And as we see the rootlesse stocke Retaine some sap and spring a while Yet quickly proue a life-lesse blocke Because the roote doth life beguile So liues desire which hope hath left As twilight shines when Sunne is rest ODE XII To his heart NAy nay thou striu'st â—…n vaine my heart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thoughts thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy pride Needs must thou seeke another brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice won But high disdaine Broke is thy threede thy fancie spunne Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse I must confesse I pittie thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe Learne by thy hurt to shunne the fire Play not withall When climing thoughts high things aspire They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but gold So wast thou blind and bold Yet lie not for this disgrace But mount againe So that thou know the wished place Be worth thy paine Then though thou fall and die Yet neuer feare to flie Phaleuciacks III. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisedome sent from aboue not earthly wisedome Long too long haue I slept in ease vneasie On false worldly reliefe my trust reposing Health and wealth in a boat no sterne nor ankâ—…r Bold and blind that I was to Sea be-taking Scarce from shore had I lancht when all about me Waues like hils did rise till helpe from heauen Brought my Ship to the Port of late repentance O nauis referent in mare te noui fluctus ODE XIII Adefiance to disdainfull loue NOw haue I learn'd with much adoe at last By true disdaine to kill desire This was the marke at which I shot so fast Vnto this height I did aspire Proud loue now doe thy worst and spare not For thee and all thy shafts I care not What hast thou left wherewith to moue my minde What life to quicken dead desire I count thy words and oathes as light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Go