you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lament your change count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall burne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe III. SONET To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to be Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me IIII. SONET 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 heau'nly beames are o're my fight 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 Enabled me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eies my loue your heart displeasing Breede 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 V. SONET That he cannot hide or dissemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my in ward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my will my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or teares 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 VI. SONET Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shin'de and the most heauenly 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 faultlesse features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humaine creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare VII SONET 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 praises of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweete 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 then to part Or who of Proteus sundry tranformations 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 meanely pend So fit for you to take and me to send VIII SONET To Pitie WAke Pitie 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 but quickly here 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 if my death her honour might encrease I would lay downe my life at her proud feete And willing dye and dying hold my peace And onely liue and liuing mercy cry Because her glory in my death will die IX SONET Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioyn'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euery noble mind Why then doe 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 To 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 it be false such glosing words refraine If true O then let worth his worth obtaine X. SONET Her answere in the same Romes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euery 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 thwart 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 much disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should not worth worths due obtaine XI SONET Vpon her comming 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 vnconstancy My praises stile hero're prais'de worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moone-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoarse 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
fauer Or a new Mistresse finde But neither out alas may be Scorne in her and loue in me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her cruelty XI ODE A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With prayers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her goe 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 my sighes 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 cheeks haue flowed 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 goe 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 prayers sighes teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she goe 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 let her Heart let her goe oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she go 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 sighes praiers faile me Shall yet my loue perseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. Teares sighes praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer XII ODE Where his Lady keepes his heart SWeet Loue mine onely treasure For seruice long vnfained Wherein I nought haue gained Vouchsafe this little pleasure To tell me in what part My Lady keepes my hart If in her haire so slender Like golden nets vntwined Which fire and art haue fined Her thrall my heart I render For euer to abide With locks so dainty tide If in her eyes she binde it Wherein that fire was framed By which it is inflamed I dare not looke to finde it I onely wish it sight To see that pleasant light But if her breast haue dained With kindnesse to receiue it I am content to leaue it Though death thereby were gained Then Lady take your owne That liues for you alone XIII ODE The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires AS soone may water wipe me dry And fire my heate allay As you with fauour of your eye Make hot desire decay The more I haue The more I craue The more I craue the more desire As piles of wood encrease the fire The senselesse stone that from on hie Descends to earth below With greater hast it selfe doth ply The lesse it hath to goe So feeles desire Encrease of fire That still with greater force doth burne Till all into it selfe it turne The greater fauour you bestow The sweeter my delight And by delight desire doth grow And growing gathers might The lesse remaines The more my paines To see my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke XIIII ODE 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 Extreames are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they 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 ought but of youth XV. ODE 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 enioyn'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames who mou'd your mind 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 clearer then the daies XVI ODE Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be dry When will my sighes be spent When will desire agree to let me die When will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Least thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler be Then giue me leaue to dye And shew thy power thereby XVII ODE The kind Louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in me procure you peace If wrong to me to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy doe flow When my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die full faine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since nothing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest What can my life
passed loue 112 Of the Sunne A Iewell being a Sun-shining c. 113 To his mistresse eyes 114 His hart araigned of theft c 115 Deadly sweetenesse 116 Ladies eyes fed Cupid for darts fire 116 Loues contrarieties 117 Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope 118 That he is vnchangeable 119 Vpon her absence 120 The louers absence kils me her presence c. 121 Faire face and hard heart 123 An Inuectiue against loue 124 Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lure 125 Carâ— wil not let him liue nor hope dye 126 In praise of the Sunne 127 Death in loue 128 Breake heauy heart 129 Desires gouernment 130 Loues properties 1â—1 Liuing death 132 The passionate Prisoner 132 Hopelesse desires soone withers dies 233 Naturall comparisons with perfect loue 134 Loue is not like in beggers and in Kings 134 To time 137 A hymn in praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of Musick 138 An hymn in praise of his Mistresse face 141 Vpon her palenesse 142 Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the Poxe 143 Of Corinâ—es singing 143 In the grace of wit tong and face 144 An inuectiue against women 145 Of loue gift 146 The anotomy of loue 147 Loue the only price of loue 148 D Death in loue 128 Description of loue 23 Desire of hope 133. 134 Desire hath coÌ„quered reuenge 86 Desires gouernement 130 Dialogues Between a louer and his Lady 57 Between a Louer and Cupid 189 Betweene a louer death and Cupid 190 Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen brest 104 Betweene the louer and his heart 50. 129 Betweene the soule and the Body 56 In praise of Astraea 156 Didoes inscription 106 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Disdaines Altar sacrifice 55 Dispraise of a courtly life 152 Dispraise of louers folly 242 Deuine 1 Dozen of points 44 Diall 46 Deuises A Lottery before Queene Elizabeth 42 Inscriptions of Thesbe Orestes Aiax Romulus Fabritius Curio and Cato Vtican 47 to 50 Of the lightnesse of a Woman 50 A Dialogue betweene the louer his heart 50 A Dialogue betweene a louer death and loue 51 Phaleuciacks 52 Phaleuciacks 53 Phaleuciacks 54 An altar and sacrifice to disdaine 55 Vpon beginning without making an end 56 A Dialogue betweene the soule the body 56 Saphicks vpon the Passion of Christ 57 A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his Lady 57 Of mans fall in Adam and restoring by Christ 59 Elegies He renounceth his foode and former delight 196 For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour 197 To his Lady who vowed Virginity 199 Her Praise is in her want 202 Of a womans heart 202 Loues Embassie c 203 Eglogues Eglogue intituled Cuddy 175 Eglogue concerning old age 192 Epigrams Ad Alian 255 In Herm 256 De Mannella 256 De Milone 256 De Codro 257 Ad quintum 257 To poore Schollers 257 In Cinnam 258 To his friends 258 De Philone 258 Ad Pessimos coniuges 259 A rule for courtiers 259 On a painted Courtizan 259 In Aulam 259 For a looking glasse 260 On a limping Cuckold 260 On Crambo a lowzie shifter 260 In Asinium 260 In Quintum In Sabam 261 In Aulum 261 Epitaphs An Epitaph on King Henry the 3 King of France 265 An Epitaph on King Henry the 4 King of France 265 An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth 266 Epistles Sundry Epistles or letters in verse 662 F Fabritius Curio his Vertues 49 Face 141 145 Faire face and hard heart 123 Falling band 45 Fanne 46 Fortunes Wheeles 43 G Garden 21 Garters 45 Girdle 44 Glasse 144 Gloues 44 Gift 146 H Hand 110 Handkerchiefe 44 Hexameters to Sir Philip Sidney 262 Horace imitated 20 Hearts captiuity 93 Hymnes In praise of Musick 138 In praise of Neptune 140 An hymne in praise of his mistresse face 141 I Of Aiax who kild himselfe 48 Of Cato Vtican who slew himself 49 Of Climennestra and her sonne Orestes 49 Of Dido 106 Of Fabritius curio 49 Of Romulus who was nursed by a she Wolfe 48 Of Thesbie 47 Inuectiue against loue 107. 124 Inuectiue against women 145 Inuerted rimes of loue 158 Ixion his torments 20â— K Kisse begged 208 Kisse receiued 209 King Henries Epitaph 265 Kniues 44 L Lace 4 Lawyer 2 Lenuoy in riming 53 Loue makes a man a Poet 84 Lottery presented before Queene Elizabeth 42 Lots 44 Loue enters by fame 87 Loue like childrens Physicke 87 Loue punishable with loue 71 Louers knot 216 Loue the only price of loue 148 Louers complaint 136 Loues contention 73 Loues contrarieties 117 Loues description 123 Loues discommodities 110 Loues dispraise and folly 242 Loue verball â—14 Loues naturall comparisons 134 Loues properties 131 Loues Embasie 203 Lye 100 M Maid 45 Married man 3 Marriners song speech 42 Maske 44. 66 Meditations on the frailty of mans life 27 Marchant 3 Madrigals He must loue her if he loue his life 205 That all happines is deriued from her 205 Vpon her dreaming that she saw him dead 206 Vpon his departure 206 To Cupid 207 Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne health 208 He begs a kisse 208 Vpon a kisse receiued 209 Allusion to the confusion of Babel 209 To her hand vpon giuing him her gloue 210 Cupid proued a Fencer 210 He compares himself to a candle-flye 211 Answer to the question what loue is 211 Vpon his timerous silence in her presence 212 Vpon her long absence 212 Vpon her hiding her face from him 213 Vpon her heauty and inconstancy 213 In praise of her eyes 214 Verball loue 214 In praise of two 215 To his ladies garden being absent far from her 215 The true loues knot 216 In praise of his loue 217 N Necklace 46 Neptunâ—s praise 140 Nutmeg 46 O That only her beauty and voyce pleaseth him 218 Vpon her protestation of kind affection 219 His restlesse estate 220 His farewell to his mistresse 223 A Prosopopaeia wherein his heart c. 224 Vpon her giuing him backe the paper c. 225 Commendation of her beauty stature c 226 That each creature hath his abiding 227 His Lady to be condeÌ„ned c 228 A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 229 Wherein his Lady keepes his heart 231 The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 232 Desire and hope 233 Vpon visiting his Lady by moon-light 234 The kind louers complaint 236 Vnhappy eyes 238 Disdaine at variance with desire 239 Cupids marriage with dissimulation 240 Dispraise of Loue and louers follyes 242 To his Muse 243 To his heart 244 A defiance of disdainefull loue 146 The tombe of dead desire 247 Three Odes translated out of Anacreon 148 A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart 249 Anacreons second Ode 251 Anacreons third Ode 252 That time and absence proues ra-rather helps theÌ„ hurts to loues 253 Of Cinthia 254 P Petrarckâ— sonet Pace non trouo c. 108 Physitian 2 Poxs 143 Poesie of a Ring 44 Prayer book 45
resound your praise admired My then greene Heart so brightly did eflame XII SONET To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeares-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus VVOrthily famous Lord whose vertues rare Set in the gold of neuer stain'd Nobility And noble mind shining in true humility Make you admir'd of all that vertuous are If as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars sword in all his deeds victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forreine States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchlesse Tacitus would them historifie Then Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd But till your selfe or some such put them forth Accept of these as Pictures of your worth XIII SONET He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweete 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 being charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire 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 eyes loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mines eyes my Lines and my affection XIIII SONET Loue and Iustice punishable only with like loue BVt if my lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eyes But that your eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from themselues doth arise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What ere it be it shall not be refused And since my loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon denyall I freely put my selfe vpon my tryall 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 XV. SONET He calls his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweet 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 tyred Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure mind 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 Beauty and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete saint of equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equalls you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heauen and in hell XVI SONET Praise of her eyes excelling all comparison I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose namelesse worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exeeede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lyes More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influence raignes Ouer my life and liues felicities Stars they be not but suns whose presence driues Darkenesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly in flame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare XVII SONET 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 these thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the mind was Reasons duty On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beauty Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royalty He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyalty XVIII SONET That she hath greater power ouer his happinesse and life then either Fortune Fate or Stars LEt fate my Fortune and my stars conspire Ioyntly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be gracious in your heauenly face I weigh 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 eyes my Starres all blisse do giue T' is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happy liue Though Fortune Fate and Starres conspire mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take me Fortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me XIX SONET Of his Ladies weeping VVHat neede I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to be thus rauisht from thine eyes Since your owne teares by me doth simpathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with flouds of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory bancks 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 othersome vnwilling to part thence Inamour'd on your cheekes in them did sinke And some which from your face were forc'd away In signe of loue did on your garment stay XX. SONET He paints out his torment SWeete to my cursed life some fauour show Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my sences sence of life retaine Since sence doth only yeeld me sence of woe For now mine eyes only 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 XXI SONET His sighs and teares are bootlesse I Haue intreated and I haue complayned I haue disprais'd and prayse I likewise gaue All meanes to win her grace I tryed haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pitty craue That now nor
deepe and spare not pleasant is the smart So by thy lookes my life be spilt Kill me as often as thou wilt XV. CANZONET His heart araigned 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'enditement 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 descry For grace and truth were read in either eye Yet forc'd to speake his Farther Plea was this That sore pursu'd by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he labour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes red rest Tooke sanctuary from his troubled brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true entent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That truth might raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide XVII CANZONET Deadly sweetenesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweet teares the drink that more augments my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which waste my life at first Sweete thoughts sweete teares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies XVIII CANZONET Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to find Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He look't 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 Depâ—iâ—â—â—e wound though none apeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'd to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had bin fire I gaz'd vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Then that where grow both shafts and fire XIX CANZONET Loues contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that long since 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 think what toies do tosse my troubled head Aow most I wish that most I should refraine And seeke the thing that least I long to find And find the wound by which my hart is flain Yet want both skill and will to ease my mind Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long lo see and yet I shun her sight I scald in sun and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to dye I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Hen cogor voti nescius esse mei XX. CANZONET Her outward gesture deceiued his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweete is thy promise but it will not stand Smooth soft faire sweete to them that lightly touch Rough hard soule soute to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thought 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 sweete 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 find And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choise were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine XXI CANZONET That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe old old 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 choyse is made change he that list for me Such as I am such 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 calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwayes be Mine eyes 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 content desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes be Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Pheoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth euery way True loue with age doth dayly cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies be 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 XXIII CANZONET Vpon her absence THe summer sunne that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and driues 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 paine My Ladies presence burne 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
dreame The end of the Pastorals Of Elegies I. ELEGIE He renounceth his food and former delight in Musicke Poefie and painting SItting at boord sometimes prepar'd to eate If 't hap my mind on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth instead of pleasant meate And teares do moyst my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teâ—res 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 ro chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A sudden passion did my mind displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournefull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increas'd And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releas'de If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweet delights were wont to case 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 grones 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 mind remain'd By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me strain'd From forth mine eyes the bloud for colour came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my soule to please Adieu my songs that bred my eares delight Adieu sweete Muse that oft my mind didst ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow find II. ELEGIE For what cause he obtaines his Ladies fauour DEeare why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lack No Your sweete Sex sweete beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefely raiseth I' st that my musk-lesse cloathes are pl ine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies With poore clad minds and rich clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my verses want inuention rare No. I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhor you Dwell still in court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No. Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous eyes suppresse No. only vertue neuer sleeping Both your faire minds and bodies keeping I st that to many more I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lips inuocation No none of these the cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer III. ELEGIE To his Lady who had vowed virginity EV'n as my hand my Pen and paper layes My trembling hand my Pen from Paper stayes Least that thine eyes which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid 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 whilst as clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad dispaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conqu'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature proffers Then either vniust beauty is to 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 flattring them with a faire seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deede did passe But it with 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 thra ' You be enioye'd of no one at all For as the Lyons strength to seaze 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 engaged hearts do owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raine But if these reasons being vainely spent You fight 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 glasse and lustre proper vnto each So where one body ioyntly do inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both allegeance and command For selfe deuided Kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth thar And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste beauty so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night bereaue 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 eyes Deaths sable dart and Cupids arrow flyes Since then from Chastity 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 beauty be with this suffie'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Blood-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest Conquerors doe townes desire On honorable termes and not with fire IIII. ELEGIE Her praise is in her want Shee onely is the pride of natures skill In none but her all graces friendlie meete In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo V. ELEGIE Of
pleasure equally destroy me IIII. ODE Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures be desireth her to write vnto him MY only starre Why why are your deare eyes Where all my lifes peace lies With me at warre Why to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so 2 Hope of my heart O whereof do the words Which your sweete 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 3 Sunshine of ioy Why do your gestures which All eyes and hearts bewitch My blisse destroy And pitties skye ore-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre Which in your bosome seekes this only shrowding 4 Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sight Should cure me with delight My poson found Which through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my sences find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing 5 Alas my fate Hath of your eyes leprlu'd me Which both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweete voyce and sweete graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places 6 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 I loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining 7 O cruell Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desiâ—t your rigour And let kind lines assure me Since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kil me yet at length wil cure me V. ODE His farewell to his vnkind and vnconstant Mistris SWeete 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 be As you are deere to me 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 then me Who loue thee deare 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 VI. ODE A Presopopaeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies brest I Dare not in my Masters bosome rest That flaming Aetna would to ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his mistresse brest The frosty Climate into Ice would turne me So both from her and him I do retire me Least th' one should freeze me and th' other fire me Wing'd with true loue I flye to this sweete brest Whose snow I hope will coole but t'ice not turne me Where fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare brest from thee I le ne'reretire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me VIII ODE 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 restrain'd O then your thought abused was My hart close wrapt therein into your breast refused waâ— When you that Scroule restor'd me With gratefull words kind grace and smiling merily My breast did swell with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding onely that I writ I hop't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poyson of despaire in stead thereof infused had Why why did you torment me With giuing backe 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 deepe 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 lookes infused be VIII ODE Commendation of her beautie 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 gracious kind behauiour But are foule or simple creatures Some haue wit but want sweete fauour Or are proud of their good features Onely you and you want pitty Are most faire tall kind and witty IX ODE That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN heau'n the blessed Angels haue their being In hell the fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the ayre are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of water haue the enioying In fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspire To loue your beauty beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope and feares contention Earth holds my drossie wit and dull inuention Th' ill food of ayrie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares still flowing My weeping eyes are turned My constant heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspire In heau'n is no beauty more excelling In hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fire X. ODE His Lady 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 pities 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
light as wind I feele no heate in all thy fire Goe change thy bow and get a stronger Goe breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait'st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catenas XXV ODE The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must dye Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she cry Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of Loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne In stead of learned verse his tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire XXVI ODE Three Odes translated out af Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for runes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worrhies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell XXVII ODE A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans heart THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horses hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lyons teeth his strength disclose The fish by swimming scapes the wheele The bird by flight the Fowlers net With wisedome man is arm'd as steele From women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword a trusty shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beauty yeeld XXVIII ODE OF late what time the Beare turn'd round At midnight in her woâ—â—ed way And men of all sorts slept full sound Orecome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whose theâ—e quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth qâ—â—th he Dâ—ng wet with â—ainâ—â—s moonlesse night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the doore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged Boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my Bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet wil◠〈◊〉 â—oue too slack for me He said and 〈◊〉 bow and shot And weighty 〈…〉 heart The wound was â—ore and â—â—ging hot The heate like fieâ—y 〈◊〉 my â—â—art Mine Hhoast quoth he my sâ—â—ng is well And laught so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine XXIX ODE Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue to each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull a horne the Horse a hoofe The light-hoofe hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flye where they list The fish swimmes safe in water deep The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it be The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue When each desired it to haue XXX ODE Anacreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To dry his plumes I heard the Boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Fâ—ying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his back Doubting the Boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wrack But what I fear'd did me poore wretch betide And forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quick and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procur'd a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drye But left the Arrow sticking in my brest Therefore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest XXXI ODE That time and absence proues Rather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against my 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 Mistresse of such quality He soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts that cannot vary Absence is present time doth tarry 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 imbrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her XXXII ODE Of Cinthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned only knew But now all men find it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and seas she rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe old and perish Only time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers old do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and duty The end of the fourth Booke THE FIFT BOOKE OF Epigrams and Epitaphs Of Epigrams Epigrams translated out of Martiall Ad Aelian 76. l. 1. Si memini fuerant tibi quatuor Aelia dentes Expuit vnta duos tussis vna duos Iam secura potes totis tussire diebus Nil
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 dispite 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 feele 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 lift 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 Another Cleare vp mine eyes and dry your selues my teares And thou my heart banish these deadly feares Perswade thy selfe that though her heart disdaine Either to loue thy loue or rue thy paine Yet faire her eyes will not a looke deny To this sad story 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 diuers motions my poore soule to rent Whose mind a mirror is which onely shewes The ougly image of my present woes Whose memorie's a poyson'd knife to teare The euer bleeding wound my breast doth beare The euer-bleeding wound not to be cured But by those eyes that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onely loues and serues and honors you Is like a feeble ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the starres obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterly neglected With dreadfull terrour tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth daily hourely minuitly expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rocke or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne Another 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 eyes your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'vnfained 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 away leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinkes on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hare both my selfe and gifts and letters too Another I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a minde So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloody to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so milde lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had beene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say till 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 lowly 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 Another But when againe my cursed memory To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That wither'd my young ioyes before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthly Paradise To glasse my sight in your two heauenly eies On which alone my earthly ioyes 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 greedy eares on your sweete words to feed VVhich 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 moyst so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloody theft VVhereby it closely me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenly conuersation By whose sweete charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louely presence haunt In stead of all these ioyes I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnesse frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words besides lookes nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vndeserued spight VVhen this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eyes let fall Nor wind of blustring sighes withall their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should finde grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterly abhorre me Another Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To try the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendor of your beauties hew Ah! try it on rebellious hearts and eyes That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and curelesse your eyes can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glory is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie FINIS
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 wilde beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike XI POEM 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 XII POEM IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flight Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lawlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sunne that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest XIII POEM A Pâ—â—â— in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame naâ—ure hath beene scant In dealing beauâ—ies gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. XIIII POEM Loues contentment DEath is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lenghtning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath ty'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I need When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote beleeu'd I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals vnheard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which he inclosde I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if here that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To plead for loue and cleere my selfe withall What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my mind afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard on which I thinke I die Thine angry tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heare be not allaid No stay of slight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numin votis XV. POEM A repentant Poem THough late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decay What though thou long haue straid awry In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke dispaire with angry frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue beene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to floods of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angry Iudges eares And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleed streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angry Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall thy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to fly Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sinne is too too strong I striue to rise sinne keepes me downe I fly from sinne sinne followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne Weake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want XVI POEM Vnions Iewell DIuers rare Iems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarits in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall Iems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Dutstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line Whom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take Whose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioyn Scots Saxon Norman blood in our Kings line For their childe Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed Who sprung from out William Conquerors bed The third Matild their first King Dauid married Earle Waldoffes daughter Neece to great K. William Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second
Physition that offred to poyson him MY famous Country values gold farre lesse Then conquest braue of such as gold possesse To be orecome with wealth I do not vse And to orecome with poyson I refuse No hand loues more then mine to giue to many No hart hates more then mine to take of any With so firme steele vertue my mind hath armed That not by gold nor yron it can be harmed Cato Vtican Who slew himselfe because he would not fall into Caesars bands CAESAR thou hast o'recome to thy great fame Proud Germanes valiant Gauls and Brittons rude Romes liberty but to thine eternall shame And her great Champion thou hast eke subdude Yet nether shall thy triumphs with my name Be grac't nor sword be with my bloud imbrude Though all the conquer'd earth do now serue thee Cato will dye vnconquered and free III. DEVICE Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid mulâ—ure Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter then a Feather And the wind more light then either But a womans fickle mind More then a Feather Dust or Winde IIII. DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene the Louer and his heart L Speake gentle heart where is thy dwelling place H With her whose birth the heaueÌ„s theÌ„selues haue bleâ— L. What dost thou heere H. Sometimes behold her facâ— 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 me L. With her wilt thou remaine and let me dye H. If I returne we both shall dye for griefe L. If still thou stay what shall I get thereby H. I le moue her heart to purchase thy reliefes 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 goe packe thee hence away H. I liue in hope to haue a happy day V. DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene a Louer Death and Loue. Louer Come gentle death D. Who calls L. one that 's opprest D. What is thy will 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 entreate him if thou may Louer COme Cupid come C. Who calleth me so oft L. Thy vassall true who thou should know by right C. What makes thy cry so faint L. My voyce is soft Quite broke and spent with crying day and night C. What then what 's thy request L. That thou restore To me my heart and steale the same no more And thou O death when I possesse my heart Dispach me then at once D. Alas why so L. By promise thou art bound to end my smart D. But if thy heart returne then what 's thy woe D. That brought from frost it neuer will desire To rest with me that am more hot then fire VI. DEVICE Phaleuciacks TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wish 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 prateth apace my griese 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 only dies not VII DEVICE Phaleuciacke HOw or where haue I lost my life 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 drinke to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighs 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 lack 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 Phalenciacks MVse not Lady to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedy 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 VIII DEVICE Phaleuciacks WIsedom warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisedome sent from aboue not earthly wisedome No such thoughts can arise from 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 anker Bold and blinde that I was to Sea be-taking Scarce from the shore had I lancht when all about me Waues like hills did rise till helpe from heauen Brought my Ship to the Port of late repentance IX DEVICE An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Alter reares Whereon she offers causelesse strife Self-spending sighs and bostlesse teares Long sutes in vaine Hate for goodwill Stil-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Looks coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False beauties thral That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancy free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall be Vicimus demitum pedibus calcamus amorem X. DEVICE Vpon beginning without making an end BEgin and halfe is done yet halfe vndone remaines Begin that half all is done thou art eas'd of pains The second halfe is all againe new worke must be begun Thus he that still begins doth nothing but by halues And things halfe done as good vndone half oxen are but calues XI DEVICE Or a Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY my poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Ay my poore body whom for all my paines This froward Soule causelesse condemneth still Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obey Soule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin Body Thou art the cause that setst this meanes a worke Soule No part of thee that hath not faulty bin Body I shew the poyson that in thee
I both night and day She to a candle runnes I to a light farre brighter then the Sunnes She neere at hand is fired I both neere hand and farre away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to be But I my burning and my death foresee XIIII MADRIGALL Answeres to her question what Loue was IF I hehold your Eyes Loue is a Paradice But if I view my hart T is an infernal smart XIIII MADRIGALL Vpon his timerous silence in her presence Are louers full of fire How comes it then my verses are so cold And how when I am nigh her And fit occasion wils me to be bold The more I burne the more I do desire The lesse I dare require Ah loue this is thy wondrous art To freeze the tongue and fire the heart XV. MADRIGALL Vpon her long absence IF this most wretched and most infernall anguish Wherein so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer-fill me As presently it kill me I will conclude hows'euer schooles deceiue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man XVI MADRIGALL Vpon her hiding her face from him Goe wayling Accents go With my warme teares and scalding teares attended T th' author of my woe And humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eyes Where he beholds his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you His heart wherein loues heauen you may view XVII MADRIGALL Vpon her beauty and Inconstancy VVHosoeuer longs to try Both loue and lealousie My faire vnconstant Lady let him see And he will soone a iealous louer be Then he by proofe shall know As I do to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heauen and in hell XVIII MADRIGALL THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindnesse So shall I blesse my blindnesse XIX MADRIGALL 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 fry Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water dry Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees He liue that dead doth lye 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 XX. MADRIGALL 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 voyce Her fingers make as sweet a noyse Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided XXI MADRIGALL To his Ladies garden being absent farre 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 feet deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milky way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous mind well placed The rare tree of knoweldge 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 XXII MADRIGALL 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 only did decree To change his kind in me For though I lou'd with all the powers of my mind And through my restles thoghts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declin'd Sith she is most vnkind But since her beauties Sun my fruitlesse hope did breede By â—â—â—nce from that Sun I hop't to sterue that weede Though absence did indeed My hopes not sterue but feede 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 else where So haue I seene the sick to runne and turne againe As if that outward change could ease his inward paine But still alas in vaine The fit doth still remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes caus'd the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True loue thus wrought my woe XXIII MADIGALL 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 beauty she doth misse When all her Robes are on But beauties selfe she is When all her Robes are gone The end of the Madrigalls Of Odes I. ODE That only her beauty and voyce please him 1 PAssions 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 mainetaine None else yeelds my heart easing 2 Ladies I do thinke there be Other-some as faire as she Though none haue fairer features But my turtle-like affâ—ction Since of her I 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 charm'd mine eare Euen the sweetest tunes I heare To me seeme rude harsh noyses II. ODE Vpon her protestation of kind affection hauing tryed his sincere fidelitie 1 LAdy you are with beauties so enriched Of body and of minde As I can hardly find Which of theÌ„ 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 ensnared haire Or dainty hand or legge and foote so slender 3 Or whether your sharpe wit and liuely spirit Where Pride can find no place Or your enchanting 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 III. ODE 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 deare eyes that burne me With milde aspect you turne me For life my weake heart panteth If frowningly my spirit and life bloud fainteth If you speake kindly to me Alas kind words vndoe me Yet silence doth dislike me And one vnkind 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
rest doth after trauell come That little prick the ioynt with paine doth numme What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stickst not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroake espide Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwayes I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red still my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my wealth I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No maruell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera VII POEM A true description of Loue. Paraphrastcally translated out of Petrarkes 103. Sonnet beginning S. Amor non è the dunque è quel ch'io sento IF Loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A fained fire deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeede there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breede such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweete amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I fry Whence come these teares how chance I thus complaine If force perforce I beare this misery What helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and cry To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery Who will not helpe himself when wel he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry wayes And euery blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The steers man gone saile helme tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast Wisedome and folly is the lucklosse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally Wisedome too light folly of too great waight My Barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loth to dye VII POEM Vpon an Heroicall Poem which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyians MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweete delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharp swords 〈◊〉 â—â—â—ong Warre bloud and death were matter 〈◊〉 â—â—ng The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for warre quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose prayses he will write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his party-colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull heart Is this the hope on which my life is staid Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paid Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeed to warre inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my Muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue increast Of fairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy tryumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk't his wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best IX POEM Or a Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loathsome life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feeds on earth And stayes on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasure mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'd no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helps thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue X. POEM A Poesie to proue affection