a Song After that thou didst honour and take hould Of my sweet Loue and of my happy soule What greater ioy can any man desire Then to remaine a Captiue vnto Loue And haue his heart subiected to his power And though sometimes he tast a little sower By suffering it as mild as gentle Doue Yet must he be in hew of that great hire Whereto be doth aspire If Louers liue afflicted and in paine Let them with cause complaine Of cruell fortune and of times aâ—â—… And let not them accuse Thee gentle-Loue that doth with 〈…〉 Within thy sweetest ioyes each laâ—… 〈◊〉 Behold a faire sweet face and shining eyeâ— Resembling two most bright and twinkling Sending vnto the soule a perfect light Behold the rare perfections of those wâ—â—â—â— And Iuorie hands from griefes most surest barres That minde wherein all life and glory lyes That ioy that neuer dyes That he doth feele that loues and is beloued And my delights approued To see her pleas'd whose loue maintaines me here All those I count so deere That though sometimes Loue doth my ioyes controule Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ A Shepheards dreame A Silly Shepheard lately sate among a Flock of Sheepe Where musing long on this and that at last he fell a sleepe And in the slumber as he lay he gaue a pitteous groane He thought his sheepe were runne away and he was left alone He whoopt he whistled and he call'd but not a sheepe came neere him Which made the Shepheard sore appall'd to see that none would heare him But as the Swaine amazed stood in this most solemne vaine Came Phillida forth of the Wood and stood before the Swaine Whom when the Shepheard did behold he straight began to weepe And at the heart he grew a cold to thinke vpon his sheepe For well he knew where came the Queene the Shepheard durst not stay And where that he durst not be seene the sheepe must needes away To aske her if she saw his Flock might happen patience moue And haue an answere with a mock that such demanders proue Yet for because he saw her come alone out of the Wood He thought he would not stand as dombe when speech might doe him good And therefore falling on his knees to aske but for his sheepe He did awake and so did leese the honour of his sleepe FINIS N. Breton ¶ The Shepheards Ode NIghts were short and dayes were long Blossomes on the Hawthorne hong Philomell Night-Musiques King Told the comming of the Spring Whose sweet-siluer-sounding-voyce Made the little birds reioyce Skipping light from spray to spray Till Aurora shew'd the day Scarse might one see when I might see For such chances sudden be By a Well of Marble-stone A Shepheard lying all alone Weepe he did and his weeping Made the fading flowers spring Daphnis was his name I weene Youngest Swaine of Summers Queene When Aurora saw t' was he Weepe she did for companie Weepe she did for her sweet Sonne That when antique Troy was wonne Suffer'd death by lucklesse Fate Whom she now laments too late And each morning by Cocks crewe Showers downe her siluer dewe Whose teares falling from their spring Giue moisture to each liuing thing That on earth encrease and grow Through power of their friendly foe Whose effect when Flora felt Teares that did her bosome melt For who can resist teares often But she whom no teares can soften Peering straite aboue the banks Shew'd her selfe to giue her thanks Wondring thus at Natures worke Wherein many meruailes lurke Me thought I heard a dolefull noyse Consorted with a mournfull voyce Drawing neere to heare more plaine Heare I did vnto my paine For who is not pain'd to heare Him in griefe whom heart holds deere Silly Swaine with griefe ore-gone Thus to make his pitteous mone Loue I did alas the while Loue I did but did beguile My deere Loue with louing so Whom as then I did not know Loue I did the fairest Boy That these fields did ere enioy Loue I did faire Ganimede Venus darling beauties bed Him I thought the fairest creature Him the quintessence of Nature But yet alas I was deceau'd Loue of reason is bereau'd For since then I saw a Lasse Lasse that did in beauty passe Passe faire Ganimede as farre As Phaebus doth the smallest starre Loue commanded me to loue Fancie bad me not remoue My affection from the Swaine Whom I neuer could obtaine For who can obtaine that fauour Which he cannot grant the crauer Loue at last though loth preuail'd Loue that so my heart assail'd Wounding me with her faire eyes Ah how Loue can subtillize And deuise a thousand shifts How to worke men to his drifts Her it is for whom I mourne Her for whom my life I scorne Her for whom I weepe all day Her for whom I sigh and say Either she or else no creature Shall enioy my loue whose feature Though I neuer can obtaine Yet shall my true-loue remaine Till my body turn'd to clay My poore soule must passe away To the heauens where I hope It shall finde a resting scope Then since I loued thee alone Remember me when I am gone Scarse had he these last words spoken But me thought his heart was broken With great griefe that did abound Cares and griefe the heart confound In whose heart thus riu'd in three Eliza written I might see In Caracters of crimson blood Whose meaning well I vnderstood Which for my heart might not behold I hied me home my Sheepe to fold FINIS Rich. Barnefielde ¶ The Shepheards commendation of his Nimph. VVHat Shepheard can expresse The fauour of her face To whom in this distresse I doe appeale for grace A thousand Cupids flye About her gentle eye From which each throwes a Dart That kindleth soft sweet fire Within my sighing hart Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Then in her loue to die The Lilly in the field That glories in his white For purenesse now must yeeld And render vp his right Heauen pictur'd in her face Doth promise ioy and grace Faire Cynthiaes siluer light That beates on running streames Compares not with her white Whose haires are all Sun-beames So bright my Nimph doth shine As day vnto my eyne With this there is a red Exceedes the Damaske-Rose Which in her cheekes is spred Whence euery fauour growes In Skie there is no starre But she surmounts it farre When Phaebus from the bed Of Thetis doth arise The morning blushing red In faire Carnation wise He shewes in my Nimphs face As Queene of euery grace This pleasant Lilly white This taint of Roseate red This Cynthiaes siluer light This sweet faire Dea spred These Sun-beames in mine eye These beauties make me die FINIS Earle of Oxenford ¶ Coridon to his Phillis ALas my heart mine eye hath wronged thee Presumptuous eye to gaze on Phillis face Whose heauenly eye no mortall man may see But he must die or purchase Phillis grace Poore
I doe but say therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs ¶ Cardenia the Nimph to her false Shepheard Faustus FAustus if thou wilt reade from me These few and simple lines By them most clearely thou shalt see How little should accounted be Thy faigned words and signes For noting well thy deedes vnkinde Shepheard thou must not scan That euer it came to my minde To praise thy faith like to the winde Or for a constant man For this in thee shall so be sound As smoake blowne in the aire Or like Quick-siluer turning round Or as a house built on the ground Of sands that doe impaire To firmenesse thou art contrarie More slipp'rie then the Eele Changing as Weather-cocke on hie Or the Camelion on the die Or Fortunes turning wheele Who would beleeue thou wert so free To blaze me thus each houre My Shepheardesse thou liu'st in me My soule doth onely dwell in thee And euery vitall power Pale Atropos my vitall string Shall cut and life offend The streames shall first turne to their spring The world shall end and euery thing Before my loue shall end This loue that thou didst promise me Shepheard where is it found The word and faith I had of thee O tell me now where may they be Or where may they resound Too soone thou did'st the title gaine Of giuer of vaine words Too soone my loue thou did'st obtaine Too soone thou lou'dst Diana in vaine That nought but scornes affords But one thing now I will thee tell That much thy patience moues That though Diana doth excell In beautie yet she keepes not well Her faith not loyall proues Thou then hast chosen each one saith Thine equall and a shrow For if thou hast vndone thy faith Her Loue and Louer she betrayeth So like to like may goe If now this Sonnet which I send Will anger thee Before Remember Faustus yet my friend That if these speeches doe offend Thy deedes doe hurt me more Thus let each one of vs amend Thou deedes I words so spent For I confesse I blame my pen Doe thou as much so in the end Thy deedes thou doe repent FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Of Phillida AS I beheld I saw a Heardman wilde with his sheepe-hooke a picture fine deface Which he sometime his fancie to beguile had caru'd on bark of Beech in secret place And with despight of most afflicted minde through deepe dispaire of heart for loue dismaid He pull'd euen from the tree the carued rinde and weeping sore these wofull words he said Ah Phillida would God thy picture faire I could as lightly blot out of my brest Then should I not thus rage in deepe dispaire and teare the thing sometime I liked best But all in vaine it booteth not God wot What printed is in heart on tree to blot FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs Melisea her Song in scorne of her Shepheard Narcissus YOung Shepheard turne a-side and moue Me not to follow thee For I will neither kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me Since I will liue and neuer show Then die not for my loue I will not giue For I will neuer haue thee loue me so As I doe meane to hate thee while I liue That since the Louer so doth proue His death as thou do'st see Be bold I will not kill with loue Nor loue shall not kill me FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ His answere to the Nimphs Song IF to be lou'd it thee offend I cannot choose but loue thee still And so thy griefe shall haue no end Whiles that my life maintaines my will O let me yet with griefe complaine since such a torment I endure Or else fulfill thy great disdaine to end my life with death most sure For as no credite thou wilt lend and as my loue offends thee still So shall thy sorrowes haue no end whiles that my life maintaines my will If that by knowing thee I could leaue off to loue thee as I doe Not to offend thee then I would leaue off to like and loue thee too But since all loue to thee doth tend and I of force must loue thee still Thy griefe shall neuer haue an end whiles that my life maintaines my will FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Her present answere againe to him ME thinkes thou tak'st the worser way Enamour'd Shepheard and in vaine That thou wilt seeke thine owne decay To loue her that doth thee disdaine For thine owne selfe thy wofull hart Keepe still else art thou much to blame For she to whom thou gau'st each part Of it disdaines to take the same Follow not her that makes a play And lest of all thy griefe and paines And seeke not Shepheard thy decay To loue her that thy loue disdaines FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ His last replie SInce thou to me wert so vnkinde My selfe I neuer loued for I could not loue him in my minde Whom thou faire Mistresse do'st abhorre If viewing thee I saw thee not And seeing thee I could not loue thee Dying I should not liue God wot Nor liuing should to anger moue thee But it is well that I doe finde My life so full of torments for All kinde of ills doe fit his minde Whom thou faire Mistresse do'st abhorre In thy obliuion buried now My death I haue before mine eyes And here to hate my selfe I vow As cruell thou do'st me despise Contented euer thou didst finde Me with thy scornes though neuer for To say the truth I ioyed in minde After thou didst my loue abhorre FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Philon the Shepheard his Song VVHile that the Sunne with his beames hot Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine Philon the Shepheard late forgot Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine In shaddow of a greene Oake-tree Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid hee Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue Vntrue Loue vntrue Loue adiew Loue Your minde is light soone lost for new loue So long as I was in your sight I was your heart your soule and treasure And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure Three dayes endur'd your loue to me And it was lost in other three Adiew Loue adiew Loue vntrue Loue c. Another Shepheard you did see To whom your heart was soone enchained Full soone your loue was leapt from me Full soone my place he had obtained Soone came a third your loue to win And we were out and he was in Adiew Loue c. Sure you haue made me passing glad That you your minde so soone remoued Before that I the leasure had To choose you for my best beloued For all your loue was past and done Two dayes before it was begun Adiew Loue c. FINIS Out of M. Birds set Songs ¶ Lycoris the Nimph her sad Song IN dewe of Roses steeping her louely cheekes Lycoris thus sate weeping Ah Dorus false that hast my heart bereft me And now vnkinde hast left me Heare alas oh heare me Aye me aye
thing is loue All worldly wealth in worth as farre doth faile As lowest 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 FINIS Ignoto ¶ Colin the enamoured Shepheard singeth this passion of loue O Gentle Loue vngentle for thy deede thou makest my heart a bloodie marke With piercing shot to bleede Shoote soft sweet Loue for feare thou shoote amisse for feare too keene thy arrowes beene And hit the heart where my beloued is Too faire that fortune were nor neuer I shall be so blest among the rest That loue shall ceaze on her by simpathie Then since with Loue my prayers beare no boote this doth remaine to ease my paine I take the wound and die at Venus foote FINIS Geo. Peele ¶ Oenones complaint in blanke verse MElpomene the Muse of tragicke Songs With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue Assist a silly Nimph to waile her woe And leaue thy lustie company behind This lucklesse wreathe becomes not me to weare The Poplar tree for triumph of my loue Then as my ioy my pride of loue is left Be thou vncloathed of thy louely greene And in thy leaues my fortunes written be And then some gentle winde let blow abroad That all the world may see how false of loue False Paris hath to his Oenone beene FINIS Geo. Peele ¶ The Shepheards Consort HArke iolly Shepheards harke yond lustie ringing How cheerefully the Bells daunce the whilst the Lads are springing Goe we then why sit we here delaying And all yond merrie wanton Lasses playing How gaily Flora leades it and sweetly treads it The Woods and Groues they ring louely resounding With Ecchoes sweet rebounding FINIS Out of M. Morleys Madrigals ¶ Thirsis praise of his Mistresse ON a hill that grac'd the plaine Thirsis sate a comely Swaine Comelier Swaine nere grac'd a hill Whilst his Flocke that wandred nie Cropt the greene grasse busilie Thus he tun'd his Oaten quill Ver hath made the pleasant field Many seu'rall odours yeeld Odors aromaticall From faire Astra's cherrie lip Sweeter smells for euer skip They in pleasing passen all Leauie Groues now mainely ring With each sweet birds sonnetting Notes that make the Eccho's long But when Astra tunes her voyce All the mirthfull birds reioyce And are list'ning to her Song Fairely spreads the Damaske Rose Whose rare mixture doth disclose Beauties pensils cannot faine Yet if Astra passe the bush Roses haue beene seene to blush She doth all their beauties staine Phoebus shining bright in skie Gilds the floods heates mountaines hie With his beames all-quickning fire Astra's eyes most sparkling ones Strikes a heate in hearts of stones And enflames them with desire Fields are blest with flowrie wreath Ayre is blest when she doth breath Birds make happy eu'ry Groue She each Bird when she doth sing Phoebus heate to earth doth bring She makes Marble fall in loue Those blessings of the earth we Swaines doe call Astra can blesse those blessings earth and all FINIS W. Browne A defiance to disdainefull 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 winde 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 FINIS Ignoto An Epithalamium or a Nuptiall Song applied to the Ceremonies of Marriage Sunne rising AVrora's Blush the Ensigne of the Day Hath wak't the God of Light from Tythons bowre Who on our Bride and Bride-groome doth display His golden Beames auspitious to this Howre Strewing of Flowers Now busie Maydens strew sweet Flowres Much like our Bride in Virgin state Now fresh then prest soone dying The death is sweet and must be yours Time goes on Croutches till that date Birds sledg'd must needes be flying Leade on whiles Phoebus Lights and Hymens Fires Enflame each Heart with Zeale to Loues Desires Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King Going to Church Bride Boyes Forth honour'd Groome behold not farre behind Your willing Bride led by two strengthlesse Boyes For Venus Doues or Thred but single twin'd May draw a Virgin light in Marriage Ioyes Vesta growes pale her Flame expires As yee come vnder Iunos Phane To offer at Ioues Shrine The simpathie of Hearts desires Knitting the Knot that doth containe Two soules in Gordian Twine The Rites are done and now as 't is the guise Loues Fast by Day a Feast must solemnize Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King The Board being spread furnish't with various Plenties Dinner The Brides faire Obiect in the Middle plac'd While she drinkes Nectar eates Ambrosiall dainties And like a Goddesse is admir'd and grac'd Bacchus and Ceres fill their veines Each Heart begins to ope a vent And now the Healths goe round Their Bloods are warm'd chear'd are their Braines All doe applaud their Loues Consent So Loue with Cheare is crown'd Let sensuall soules ioy in full Bowles sweet Dishes True Hearts and Tongues accordin ioyfull wishes Chorus Io to Hymen c. Now whiles slow Howres doe feede the Times delay After-Noone Musicke Confus'd discourse with Musicke mixt among Fills vp the semy-circle of the Day Now drawes the date our Louers wish'd so long A bounteous Hand the Board hath spred Supper Lyeus stirres their Bloods a-new All louiall full of cheare But Phoebus see is gone to Bed Sunne set Loe Hesperus appeares in view And twinckles in his sphere Now ne plus vltra end as you begin Yee waste good Howres Time lost in Loue is sin Chorus Io to Hymen c. Breake off your Complement Musick be dombe And pull your Cases o're your Fiddles cares Cry not a Hall a Hall but Chamber-roome Dauncing is lame Youth 's old at twentie yeares Going to Bed Matrons yee know what followes next Conduct the shame-fac'd Bride to Bed Though to her little rest Yee well can comment on the Text And in Loues learning deepely read Aduise and teach the best Forward's the Word y' are all so in this Arrant Wiues giue the Word their Husbands giue the Warrant Chorus Io to Hymen c. Modestie in the Bride Now droopes our Bride and in her Virgin state Seemes like Electra 'mongst the Pleyades So shrinkes a Mayde when her Herculean Mate Must plucke the fruit in her Hesperides As she 's a Bride she glorious shines Like Cynthia from the Sunnes bright Sphaere Attracting all mens Eyes But as she 's Virgin waines and pines As to the Man she ' approcheth neere So Mayden glory dies But Virgin Beames no reall brightnesse render If they doe shine in darke they shew their splendor Chorus Io to Hymen c. Then let the darke Foyle of the Geniall Bed Extend her brightnesse to his inward sight And by his sence he will be easly led To know her vertue by the absent light Youth 's take his Poynts your wonted right Bride Poynts Garters And Maydens take your due her Garters Take hence the Lights be gone Loue calls to Armes Duell his Fight Then all remoue out of his Quarters And leaue them both alone That with substantiall heate they may embrace And know Loues Essence with his outward grace Chorus Io to Hymen c. Hence Iealousie Riuall to Loues delight Sowe not thy seede of strife in these two Harts May neuer cold affect or spleenefull spight Confound this Musicke of agreeing parts But Time that steales the virtuall heate Where Nature keepes the vitall fire My Heart speakes in my Tongue Supply with Fewell Lifes chiefe seate Through the strong feruour of Desire Loue liuing and liue long And eu'n as Thunder riseth gainst the Winde So may yee fight with Age and conquer Kinde Chorus Io to Hymen Paeans sing To Hymen and my Muses King FINIS Christopher Brooke
while their Lasses smil'd Lasses which had them beguil'd Hills with trees were richly dight Vallies stor'd with Vestaes wealth Both did harbour sweet delight Nought was there to hinder health Thus did Heauen grace the soyle Not deform'd with work-mens toile Purest plot of earthly mold Might that Land be iustly named Art by Nature was controld Art which no such pleasures framed Fayrer place was neuer seene Fittest place for Beauties Queene FINIS I. M. ¶ Menaphon to Pesana FAire fields proud Floraes vaunt why i' st you smile when as I languish You golden Meades why striue you to beguile my weeping anguish I liue to sorrow you to pleasure spring why doe ye spring thus What will not Boreas tempests wrathfull King take some pitty on vs And send forth Winter in her rustie weede to waile my bemoanings While I distrest doe tune my Country Reede vnto my groanings But Heauen and Earth time place and euery power haue with her conspired To turne my blisfull sweet to balefull sower since I this desired The Heauen whereto my thoughts may not aspire aye me vnhappy It was my fault t' imbrace my bane the fire that forceth me die Mine be the paine but hers the cruell cause of this strange torment Wherefore no time my banning prayers shall pause till proud she repent FINIS Ro. Greene. ¶ A sweet Pastorall GOod Muse rocke me a sleepe with some sweet Harmonie This weary eye is not to keepe thy wary companie Sweet Loue be gone a while thou knowest my heauines Beautie is borne but to beguile my hart of happines See how my little flocke that lou'd to feede on hie Doe headlong tumble downe the Rocke and in the Vallie die The bushes and the trees that were so fresh and greene Doe all their daintie colour leese and not a leafe is seene The Blacke-bird and the Thrush that made the woods to ring With all the rest are now at hush and not a note they sing Sweet Philomele the bird that hath the heauenly throat Doth now alas not once affoord recording of a noate The flowers haue had a frost each hearbe hath lost her fauour And Phillida the faire hath lost the comfort of her fauour Now all these carefull sights so kill me in conceit That how to hope vpon delights it is but meere deceite And therefore my sweet Muse that knowest what helpe is best Doe now thy heauenly cunning vse to set my heart at rest And in a dreame bewray what fate shall be my friend Whether my life shall still decay or when my sorrow end FINIS N. Breton ¶ Harpalus complaint on Phillidaes loue bestowed or Corin who loued her not and denyed him that loued her PHillida was a faire maide as fresh as any flower Whom Harpalus the Heards-man praide to be his Paramour Harpalus and eke Corin were Heards-men both yfere And Phillida could twist and spinne and thereto sing full cleere But Phillida was all too coy for Harpalus to winne For Corin was her onely ioy who forc'd her not a pinne How often would she flowers twine how often Garlands make Of Cowslips and of Cullumbine and all for Corins sake But Corin he had Hawkes to lure and forced more the field Of Louers law hee tooke no cure for once hee was beguild Harpalus preuailed naught his labour all was lost For he was furthest from her thought and yet he lou'd her most Therefore woxe he both pale and leane and dry as clod of clay His flesh it was consumed cleane his colour gone away His beard it had not long beene shaue his haire hung all vnkempt A man most fit euen for the graue whom spitefull Loue had spent His eyes were red and all fore-watcht his face besprent with teares It seem'd vnhap had him long hatcht in midst of his dispaires His cloathes were blacke and also bare as one forlorne was hee Vpon his head he alwayes ware a wreath of Willow-tree His beasts he kept vpon the hill and he sate in the Dale And thus with sighs and sorrowes shrill he gan to tell his tale Oh Harpalus thus would he say vnhappiest vnder Sunne The cause of thine vnhappy day by loue was first begun For thou went'st first by sute to seeke a Tyger to make tame That sets not by thy loue a Leeke but makes thy griefe a game As easie were it to conuert the frost into a flame As for to turne a froward hart whom thou so faine wouldst frame Corin he liueth carelesse he leapes among the leaues He eates the fruites of thy redresse thou reap'st he takes the sheaues My beasts a-while your foode refraine and harke your Heard-mans sound Whom spightfull Loue alas hath slaine through-girt with many a wound Oh happy be ye beasts wild that here your Pasture takes I see that ye be not beguild of these your faithfull makes The Hart he feedeth by the Hinde the Bucke hard by the Doe The Turtle-Doue is not vnkinde to him that loues her so The Eweshe hath by her the Ram the young Cowe hath the Bull The Calfe with many a lusty Lamb doe feede their hunger full But well-away that Nature wrought thee Phillida so faire For I may say that I haue bought thy beauty all too deere What reason is' t that cruelty with beauty should haue part Or else that such great tirannie should dwell in womans hart I see therefore to shape my death she cruelly is prest To th' end that I may want my breath my dayes beene at the best Oh Cupid grant this my request and doe not stop thine eares That she may feele within her brest the paine of my despaires Of Corin that is carelesse that she may craue her fee As I haue done in great distresse that lou'd her faithfully But since that I shall die her slaue her slaue and eke her thrall Write you my friends vpon my graue this chance that is befall Here lyeth vnhappy Harpalus by cruell Loue now slaine Whom Phillida vniustly thus hath murdred with disdaine FINIS L.T. Haward Earle of Surrie ¶ Another of the same subiect but made as it were in answere ON a goodly Summers day Harpalus and Phillida He a true harted Swaine She full of coy disdaine droue their Flocks to field He to see his Shepheardesse She did dreame on nothing lesse Then his continuall care Which to grim-fac'd Dispaire wholely did him yeeld Corin she affected still All the more thy heart to kill Thy case doth make me rue That thou should'st loue so true and be thus disdain'd While their Flocks a feeding were They did meete together there Then with a curtsie lowe And sighs that told his woe thus to her he plain'd Bide a while faire Phillida List what Harpalus will say Onely in loue to thee Though thou respect not mee yet vouchsafe an eare To preuent ensuing ill Which no doubt betide thee will If thou doe not fore-see To shunne it presently then thy harme I feare Firme thy loue is well I wot To the man that
so cleare and bright By making here there your thoughts estray Tell me what will you feele before her sight Hence solitarinesse torments away Felt for her sake and wearied members cast Off all your paine redeem'd this happy day O stay not time but passe with speedy hast And Fortune hinder not her comming now O God betides me yet this griefe at last Come my sweet Shepheardesse the life which thou Perhaps didst thinke was ended long agoe At thy commaund is readie still to bow Comes not my Shepheardesse desired so O God what if she 's lost or if she stray Within this wood where trees so thicke doe grow Or if this Nimph that lately went away Perhaps forgot to goe and seeke her out No no in her obliuion neuer lay Thou onely art my Shepheardesse about Whose thoughts my soule shall finde her ioy and rest Why comm'st not then to assure it frō doubt O seest thou not the Sunne passe to the West And if it passe and I behold thee not Then I my wonted torments will request And thou shalt waile my hard and heauie lot FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ Another of Astrophell to his Stella IN a Groue most rich of shade Where Birds wanton musique made May then young his pyed weedes showing New perfum'd with flowers fresh growing Astrophell with Stella sweet Did for mutuall comfort meet Both within them-selues oppressed But each in the other blessed Him great harmes had taught much care Her faire necke a foule yoake bare But her sight his cares did banish In his sight her yoake did vanish Wept they had alas the while But now teares them-selues did smile While their eyes by Loue directed Enterchangeably reflected Sigh they did but now betwixt Sighs of woes were glad sighs mixt With armes crost yet testifying Restlesse rest and liuing dying Their eares hungry of each word Which the deare tongue would afford But their tongues restrain'd from walking Till their hearts had ended talking But when their tongues could not speake Loue it selfe did silence breake Loue did set his lips a-sunder Thus to speake in loue and wonder Stella Soueraigne of my ioy Faire triumpher of annoy Stella starre of heauenly fire Stella Loadstarre of desire Stella in whose shining eyes Are the lights of Cupids skies Whose beames where they once are darted Loue there-with is strait imparted Stella whose voyce when it speakes Sences all asunder breakes Stella whose voyce when it singeth Angels to acquaintance bringeth Stella in whose body is Writ each Character of blisse Whose face all all beautie passeth Saue thy minde which it surpasseth Graunt O graunt but speech alas Failes me fearing on to passe Graunt O me what am I saying But no fault there is in praying Graunt O deere on knees I pray Knees on ground he then did stay That not I but since I loue you Time and place for me may moue you Neuer season was more fit Neuer roome more apt for it Smiling ayre alowes my reason The birds sing now vse the season This small winde which so sweet is See how it the leaues doth kisse Each tree in his best attyring Sence of loue to loue inspiring Loue makes earth the water drinke Loue to earth makes water sinke And if dumbe things be so wittie Shall a heauenly grace want pittie There his hands in their speech faine Would haue made tongues language plaine But her hands his hands repelling Gaue repulse all grace excelling Then she spake her speech was such As not eares but hart did touch While such wise she loue denied As yet loue she signified Astrophell said she my Loue Cease in these effects to proue Now be still yet still beleeue me Thy griefe more then death doth grieue mee If that any thought in me Can taste comfort but of thee Let me feede with hellish anguish Ioylesse helplesse endlesse languish If those eyes you praised be Halfe so deere as you to me Let me home returne starke blinded Of those eyes and blinder minded If to secret of my hart I doe any wish impart Where thou art not formost placed Be both wish and I defaced If more may be said I say All my blisse on thee I lay If thou loue my loue content thee For all loue all faith is meant thee Trust me while I thee denie In my selfe the smart I trie Tirant honour doth thus vse thee Stellaes selfe might not refuse thee Therefore deere this no more moue Least though I leaue not thy loue Which too deepe in me is framed I should blush when thou art named There-with-all away she went Leauing him to passion rent With what she had done and spoken That there-with my Song is broken FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flockes PAssed contents Oh what meane ye Forsake me now and doe not wearie me Wilt thou heare mee O memorie My pleasant dayes and nights againe I haue appai'd with seauen-fold paine Thou hast no more to aske me why For when I went they all did die As thou do'st see O leaue me then and doe not wearie me Greene field and shadowed valley where Sometime my chiefest pleasure was Behold what I did after passe Then let me rest and if I beare Not with good cause continuall feare Now doe you see O leaue me then and doe not trouble mee I saw a hart changed of late And wearied to assure mine Then I was forced to recure mine By good occasion time and fate My thoughts that now such passion hate O what meane ye Forsake me now and doe not wearie mee You Lambes and Sheepe that in these Layes Did sometime follow me so glad The merry houres and the sad Are passed now with all those dayes Make not such mirth and wonted playes As once did ye For now no more you haue deceaued me If that to trouble me you come Or come to comfort me indeed I haue no ill for comforts need But if to kill me Then in some Now my ioyes are dead and dombe Full well may ye Kill me and you shall make an end of me FINIS Bar. Yong. ¶ To Amarillis THough Amarillis dance in greene Like Fairie Queene And sing full cleere With smiling cheere Yet since her eyes make heart so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more My Sheepe are lost for want of foode And I so wood That all the day I sit and watch a Heard-mayde gay Who laughs to see me sigh so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Her louing lookes her beautie bright Is such delight That all in vaine I loue to like and loose my gaine For her that thanks me not therefore hey hoe I hill loue no more Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes And cause of woes Your sweet desire Breedes flames of Ice and freeze in fire You scorne to see me weepe so sore hey hoe I hill loue no more Loue ye who list I force him not Sith God it wot The more I waile The lesse my sighs and teares preuaile What shall
their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to be a Louer They shall liue with thee enclosed I will loath my Pen and Paper Art shall neuer be supposed Sloth shall quench the watching Taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindly Though I leaue them yet I loue them Though my wit haue led them blindly Yet a Swaine did once approue them I will trauaile soiles remoued Night and morning neuer merrie Thou shalt harbour that I loued I will loue that makes me wearie If perchaunce the Shepheard strayeth In thy walkes and shades vnhaunted Tell the teene my hart betrayeth How neglect my ioyes haue daunted FINIS Thom. Lodge ¶ A Pastorall Song betweene Phillis and Amarillis two Nimphs each answering other line for line FIe on the sleights that men deuise heigh hoe silly sleights When simple Maides they would entice Maides are yong mens chiefe delights Nay women they witch with their eyes eyes like beames of burning Sunne And men once caught they soone despise so are Shepheards oft vndone If any young man win a maide happy man is hec By trusting him she is betraide fie vpon such treacherie If Maides win young men with their guiles heigh hoe guilefull greefe They deale like weeping Crocodiles that murder men without releefe I know a simple Countrie Hinde heigh hoe sillie Swaine To whom faire Daphne proued kinde was he not kinde to her againe He vowed by Pan with many an oath heigh hoe Shepheards God is he Yet since hath chang'd and broke his troath troth-plight broke will plagued be She had deceiued many a Swaine fie on false deceit And plighted troth to them in vaine there can bee no griefe more great Her measure was with measure paide heigh hoe heigh hoe equall meede She was begui'ld that had betraide so shall all deceiuers speede If euery Maide were like to mee heigh hoe hard of hart Both loue and louers scorn'd should be scorners shall be sure of smart If euery Maide were of my minde heigh hoe heigh hoe louely sweet They to their Louers should proue kinde kindnes is for Maiden's meet Me thinkes loue is an idle toy heigh hoe busie paine Both wit and sense it doth annoy both sense and wit thereby we gaine Tush Phillis cease be not so coy heigh hoe heigh hoe coy disdaine I know you loue a Shepheards boy fie that Maydens so should fame Well Amarillis now I yeeld Shepheards pipe aloude Loue conquers both in towne and field like a Tirant fierce and proude The euening starre is vp yee see Vesper shines we must away Would euery Louer might agree so we end our Roundelay FINIS H. C. ¶ The Shepheards Antheme NEere to a banke with Roses set about Where prettie Turtles ioyning bill to bill And gentle springs steale softly murmuring out Washing the foote of pleasures sacred hill There little Loue sore wounded lyes his bow and arrowes broken Bedewde with teares from Venus eyes Oh that it should be spoken Beare him my hart slaine with her scornefull eye Where sticks the arrow that poore hart did kill With whose sharpe pyle yet will him ere hee die About my hart to write his latest will And bid him send it backe to mee at instant of his dying That cruell cruell she may see my faith and her denying His Hearse shall be a mournefull Cypres shade And for a Chauntrie Philomels sweet lay Where prayer shall continually be made By Pilgrime louers passing by that way With Nimphs and Shepheards yeerely mone his timelesse death beweeping And telling that my hart alone hath his last will in keeping FINIS Mich. Drayton ¶ The Countesse of Pembrokes Pastorall A Shepheard and a Shepheardesse sate keeping sheepe vpon the downes His lookes did gentle blood expresse her beautie was no foode for clownes Sweet louely twaine what might you be Two fronting hills bedeckt with flowers they chose to be each other seate And there they stole their amorous houres with sighs and teares poore louers meate Fond Loue that feed'st thy seruants so Faire friend quoth he when shall I liue That am halfe dead yet cannot die Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue to him whose life hangs in your eye Beautie is milde and will not kill Sweet Swaine quoth shee accuse not mee that long haue beene thy humble thrall But blame the angry destinie whose kinde consent might finish all Vngentle Fate to crosse true Loue. Quoth hee let not our Parents hate disioyne what heauen hath linckt in one They may repent and all too late if childlesse they be left alone Father nor friend should wrong true loue The Parents frowne said shee is death to children that are held in awe From them we drew our vitall breath they challenge dutie then by law Such dutie as kills not true Loue They haue quoth hee a kinde of sway on these our earthly bodies here But with our soules deale not they may the God of loue doth hold them deere He is most meet to rule true loue I know said she t is worse then hell when Parents choise must please our eyes Great hurt comes thereby I can tell forc'd loue in desperate danger dies Faire Maid then fancie thy true loue If wee quoth he might see the houre of that sweet state which neuer ends Our heauenly gree might haue the power to make our Parents as deere friends All ranck our yeelds to soueraigne loue Then God of loue said she consent and shew some wonder of thy power Our Parents and our owne content may be confirmde by such an houre Graunt greatest God to further loue The Fathers who did alwaies tend when thus they got their priuate walke As happy fortune chaunc'd to send vnknowne to each heard all this talke Poore soules to be so crost in loue Behinde the hills whereon they sate they lay this while and listned all And were so mooued both thereat that hate in each began to fall Such is the power of sacred loue They shewed themselues in open sight poore Louers Lord how they were mazde And hand in hand the Fathers plight whereat poore harts they gladly gazde Hope now begins to further loue And to confirme a mutuall band of loue that at no time should cease They likewise ioyned hand in hand the Shepheard and the Shepheardesse Like fortune still befall true loue FINIS Shep. Ionie Another of Astrophell THE Nightingale so soone as Aprill bringeth Vnto her rested sense a perfect waking While late bare earth proud of new clothing springeth Sings out her woes a thorne her Song-booke making And mournefully bewailing Her throate in tunes expresseth What griefe her breast oppresseth For Tereus force on her chast will preuailing Oh Philomela faire oh take some gladnes That here is iuster cause of plaintfull sadnes Thine earth now springs mine fadeth Thy throne without my thorne my hart inuadeth Alas she hath no other cause of languish But Tereus loue on her by strong hand wroken Wherein she suffering all her spirits languish Full woman-like complaines her will
low The restfull Caues now restlesse visions giue In dales I see each way a hard assent Like late mowne Meades late cut from ioy I liue Alas sweet Brookes doe in my teares augment Rocks woods hills caues dales meades brooks answer mee Infected mindes infect each thing they see FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ Of disdainefull Daphne SHall I say that I loue you Daphne disdainfull Sore it costs as I proue you louing is painefull Shall I say what doth grieue me Louers lament it Daphne will not relieue me late I repent it Shall I die shall I perish through her vnkindnesse Loue vntaught loue to cherish sheweth his blindnesse Shall the hills shall the valleyes the fields the Citie With the sound of my out-cries moue her to pittie The deepe falls of faire Riuers and the windes turning Are the true Musicke giuers vnto my mourning Where my Flockes daily feeding pining for sorrow At their Maisters heart bleeding shot with Loues arrow From her eyes to my heart-string was the shaft launced It made all the Woods to ring by which it glaunced When this Nimph had vs'd me so then she did hide her Haplesse I did Daphne know haplesse I spied her Thus Turtle-like I wail'd me for my Loues loosing Daphnes trust thus did faile me woe worth such choosing FINIS M. N. Howell ¶ The passionate Shepheard to his Loue. COme liue with me and be my Loue And we will all the pleasures proue That Vallies Groues hills and fields Woods or steepie mountaines yeelds And we will sit vpon the Rockes Seeing the Shepheards feede their Flockes By shallow Riuers to whose falls Melodious birds sings Madrigalls And I will make thee beds of Roses And a thousand fragrant poesies A cap of flowers and a kirtle Imbroydered all with leaues of Mirtle A gowne made of the finest wooll Which from our pretty Lambs we pull Faire lined slippers for the cold With buckles of the purest gold A belt of straw and Iuie buds With Corall clasps and Amber studs And if these pleasures may thee moue Come liue with me and be my Loue. The Shepheard Swaines shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning If these delights thy minde may moue Then liue with me and be my Loue. FINIS Chr. Marlow ¶ The Nimphs reply to the Shepheard IF all the world and loue were young And truth in euery Shepheards tongue These pretty pleasures might me moue To liue with thee and be thy Loue. Time driues the Flockes from field to fold When Riuers rage and Rockes grow cold And Philomell becommeth dombe The rest complaines of cares to come The flowers doe fade and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yeelds A hony tongue a heart of gall Is fancies spring but sorrowes fall Thy gownes thy shooes thy beds of Roses Thy cap thy kirtle and thy posies Soone breake soone wither soone forgotten In folly ripe in reason rotten Thy belt of straw and Iuie buds Thy Corall claspes and Amber studs All these in me no meanes can moue To come to thee and be thy Loue. But could youth last and loue still breede Had ioyes no date nor age no neede Then these delights my minde might moue To liue with thee and be thy Loue. FINIS Ignoto ¶ Another of the same nature made since COme liue with me and be my deere And we will reuell all the yeere In plaines and groues on hills and dales Where fragrant ayre breedes sweetest gales There shall you haue the beauteous Pine The Cedar and the spreading Vine And all the woods to be a Skreene Least Phoebus kisse my Sommers Queene The seate for your disport shall be Ouer some Riuer in a tree Where siluer sands and pebbles sing Eternall ditties with the spring There shall you see the Nimphs at play And how the Satires spend the day The fishes gliding on the sands Offering their bellies to your hands The birds with heauenly tuned throtes Possesse woods Ecchoes with sweet notes Which to your senses will impart A musique to enflame the hart Vpon the bare and leafe-lesse Oake The Ring-Doues woings will prouoke A colder blood then you possesse To play with me and doe no lesse In bowers of Laurell trimly dight We will out-weare the silent night While Flora busie is to spread Her richest treasure on our bed Ten thousand Glow-wormes shall attend And all their sparkling lights shall spend All to adorne and beautifie Your lodging with most maiestie Then in mine armes will I enclose Lillies faire mixture with the Rose Whose nice perfections in loues play Shall tune me to the highest key Thus as we passe the welcome night In sportfull pleasures and delight The nimble Fairies on the grounds Shall daunce and sing mellodious sounds If these may serue for to entice Your presence to Loues Paradice Then come with me and be my deare And we will strait begin the yeare FINIS Ignoto ¶ Two Pastorals vpon three friends meeting IOyne mates in mirth to me Grant pleasure to our meeting Let Pan our good God see How gratefull is our greeting Ioyne hearts and hands so let it be Make but one minde in bodies three Ye Hymnes and singing skill Of God Apolloes giuing Be prest our reeds to fill With sound of musicke liuing Ioyne hearts and hands c. Sweet Orpheus Harpe whose sound The stedfast mountaines moued Let here thy skill abound To ioyne sweet friends beloued Ioyne hearts and hands c. My two and I be met A happy blessed Trinitie As three most ioyntly set In firmest hand of vnitie Ioyne hearts and hands c. Welcome my two to me E.D. F.G. P.S. The number best beloued Within my heart you be In friendship vnremoued Ioyne hands c. Giue leaue your flocks to range Let vs the while be playing Within the Elmy grange Your flocks will not be straying Ioyne hands c. Cause all the mirth you can Since I am now come hither Who neuer ioy but when I am with you together Ioyne hands c. Like louers doe their loue So ioy I in your seeing Let nothing me remoue From alwaies with you being Ioyne hands c. And as the turtle Doue To mate with whom he liueth Such comfort feruent loue Of you to my heart giueth Ioyne hands c. Now ioyned be our hands Let them be ne're asunder But linkt in binding bands By metamorphoz'd wonder So should our seuered bodies three As one for euer ioyned be FINIS S. Phil. Sidney The wood-mans walke THrough a faire Forrest as I went vpon a Sommers day I met a Wood-man quaint and gent yet in a strange aray I maruail'd much at his disguise whom I did know so well But thus in tearmes both graue and wise his minde he gan to tell Friend muse not at this fond aray but list a while to me For it hath holpe me to suruay what I shall shew to thee Long liu'd I in this Forrest faire till wearie of my weale Abroad in walkes I would repaire as now I
Cities among the Country bowers which smiling Sun-shine crownes Her mettall buskins deckt with flowers as th' earth when frosts are gone Besprinkled are with Orient showers of hayle and pebble stone Her feature peerelesse peerelesse her attire I can but loue her loue with zeale entire O who can sing her beauties best or that remaines vnsung Doe thou Apollo tune the rest vnworthy is my tongue To gaze on her is to be blest so wondrous faire her face is Her fairenesse cannot be exprest in Goddesses nor Graces I loue my Loue the goodly worke of Nature Admire her face but more admire her stature On thee O Cosma will I gaze and reade thy beauties euer Delighting in the blessed maze which can be ended neuer For in the luster of thy rayes appeares thy Parents brightnesse Who himselfe infinite displayes in thee his proper greatnesse My Song must end but neuer my desire For Cosma's face is Theorellos fire FINIS E. B. Astrophels Loue is dead RIng out your Belles let mourning shewes be spread For Loue is dead All loue is dead infected With plague of deepe disdaine Worth as nought worth reiected And faith faire scorne doth gaine From so vngratefull fancie From such a female frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Weepe neighbours weepe doe you not heare it said That Loue is dead His death-bed Peacocks folly His winding sheet is shame His will false seeming holy His sole exectour blame From so vngratefull fancie From such a female frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Let Dirge be sung and Trentals richly read For Loue is dead And wrong his Tombe ordaineth My Mistresse marble hart Which Epitaph containeth Her eyes were once his Dart. From so vngratefull fancie From such a female frenzie From them that vse men thus Good Lord deliuer vs. Alas I lie rage hath this errour bred Loue is not dead Loue is not dead but sleepeth In her vnmatched minde Where she his counsell keepeth Till due desert shee finde Therefore from so vile fancie To call such wit a frenzie Who loue can temper thus Good Lord deliuer vs. FINIS Sir Phil. Sidney ¶ A Palinode AS withereth the Primrose by the riuer As fadeth Summers-Sunne from gliding fountaines As vanisheth the light blowne bubble euer As melteth Snow vpon the mossie Mountaines So melts so vanisheth so fades so withers The Rose the shine the bubble and the snow Of praise pompe glory ioy which short life gathers Faire praise vaine pompe sweet glory brittle ioy The withered Primrose by the mourning riuer The faded Summers-sunne from weeping fountaines The light-blowne bubble vanished for euer The molten snow vpon the naked mountaines Are Emblems that the treasures we vp-lay Soone wither vanish fade and melt away For as the snow whose lawne did ouer-spread Th' ambitious hils which Giant-like did threat To pierce the heauen with their aspiring head Naked and bare doth leaue their craggie seat When as the bubble which did empty flie The daliance of the vndiscerned winde On whose calme rowling waues it did relie Hath shipwrack mad◠where it did daliance finde And when the Sun-shine which dissolu'd the snow Colourd the bubble with a pleasant varie And made the rathe and timely Primrose grow Swarth clouds with-drawne which longer time do tarie Oh what is praise pompe glory ioy but so As shine by fountaines bubbles flowers or snow FINIS E. B. ¶ Astrophell the Shepheard his complaint to his Flocke GOe my Flocke goe get yee hence Seeke a better place of feeding Where yee may haue some defence From the stormes in my breast breeding And showers from mine eyes proceeding Leaue a wretch in whom all woe can abide to keepe no measure Merry Flocke such one forgoe vnto whom mirth is displeasure onely rich in mischiefes treasure Yet alas before you goe heare your wofull Maisters Storie Which to stones I else would showe sorrow onely then hath glorie when 't is excellently sorrie Stella fiercest Shepheardesse fiercest but yet fairest euer Stella whom the heauens still blesse though against me she perseuer though I blisse inherite neuer Stella hath refused me Stella who more loue hath proued In this Caitiffe heart to be Then can in good by vs be moued Towards Lambkins best beloued Stella hath refused me Astrophell that so well serued In this pleasant Spring must see while in pride flowers be preserued himselfe onely Winter-sterued Why alas then doth she sweare that she loueth me so dearely Seeing me so long to beare coales of loue that burne so clearely and yet leaue me helplesse meerely Is that loue Forsooth I trow if I saw my good dogge greeued And a helpe for him did know my Loue should not be beleeued but he were by me releeued No she hates me well away faigning loue somewhat to please me Knowing if she should display all her hate Death soone would seaze me and of hideous torments ease me Then my deare Flocke now adiew but alas if in your straying Heauenly Stella meete with you tell her in your pittious blaying her poore slaues vniust decaying FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ Hobbinolls Dittie in praise of Eliza Queene of the Shepheards YE dainty Nimphes that in this blessed Brooke Doe bath your brest Forsake your watry Bowers and hether looke At my request And you faire Virgins that on Parnasse dwell Whence floweth Helicon the learned well Helpe me to blaze Her worthy praise Who in her sexe doth all excell Of faire Eliza be your siluer song That blessed wight The flower of Virgins may she flourish long In Princely plight For she is Sirinx daughter without spot Which Pan the Shepheards God on her begot So sprung her Grace Of heauenly race No mortall blemish may her blot See where she sits vpon the grassie greene O seemely sight Yclad in scarlet like a mayden Queene And Ermines white Vpon her head a crimson Coronet With Daffadils and Damaske Roses set Bay leaues betweene And Primeroses greene Embellish the sweet Violet Tell me haue ye beheld her Angels face Like Phoebe faire Her heauenly hauiour her Princely Grace Can well compare The red-Rose medled and the white yfere In either cheeke depeincten liuely cheere Her modest eye Her Maiestie Where haue you seene the like but there I saw Phoebus thrust out his golden head On her to gaze But when he saw how broad her beames did spread It did him maze He blusht to see another Sunne below Ne durst againe his fierie face out-show Let him if he dare His brightnesse compare With hers to haue the ouerthrow Shew thy selfe Cynthia with thy siluer rayes And be not abasht When she the beames of her beauty displayes Oh how art thou dasht But I will not match her with Latonaes seed Such folly great sorrow to Niobe did breed Now is she a stone And makes deadly mone Warning all other to take heed Pan may be proud that euer he begot Such a Bellibone And Sirinx reioyce that euer was her
Coridon the Nimph whose eye doth moue thee Doth loue to draw but is not drawne to loue thee Her beautie Natures pride and Shepheards praise Her eye the heauenly Planet of my life Her matchlesse wit and grace her fame displaies As if that Ioue had made her for his wise Onely her eyes shoot fierie darts to kill Yet is her hart as cold as Caucase hill My wings too weake to flye against the Sunne Mine eyes vnable to sustaine her light My hart doth yeeld that I am quite vndone Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with her sight My bud is blasted withred is my leafe And all my Corne is rotted in the sheafe Phillis the golden fetter of my minde My fancies Idoll and my vitall power Goddesse of Nimphs and honour of thy kinde This ages Phoenix beauties richest bower Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die Thy beauties thrall and conquest of thine eye Leaue Coridon to plough the barren field Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace For Phillis lookes no harty loue doe yeeld Nor can she loue for all her louely face Die Coridon the spoile of Phillis eye She cannot loue and therefore thou must die FINIS S. E. Dyer ¶ The Shepheards description of Loue. Melibeus SHepheard what 's Loue I pray thee tell Faustus It is that Fountaine and that Well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sauncing bell That toules all into heauen or hell And this is loue as I heard tell Meli. Yet what is Loue I pre-thee say Faust It is a worke on holy-day It is December match'd with May When lustie-bloods in fresh aray Heare ten months after of the play And this Loue as I heare say Meli. Yet what is Loue good Shepheard saine Faust It is a Sun-shine mixt with raine It is a tooth-ach or like paine It is a game where none doth gaine The Lasse saith no and would full faine And is Loue as I heare saine Meli. Yet Shepheard what is Loue I pray Faust It is a yea it is a nay A pretty kind of sporting fray It is a thing will soone away Then Nimphs take vantage while ye may And this is Loue as I heare say Meli. Yet what is Loue good Shepheard show Faust A thing that creepes it cannot goe A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for moe And he that prooues shall finde it so And Shepheard this is loue I trow FINIS Ignoto ¶ To his Flockes FEede on my Flockes securely Your Shepheard watched surely Runne about my little Lambs Skip and wanton with your Dammes Your louing Heard with care will tend ye Sport on faire flocks at pleasure Nip Vaestaes flowring treasure I my selfe will duely harke When my watchfull dogge doth barke From Woolfe and Foxe I will defend ye FINIS H.C. ¶ A Roundelay betweene two Shepheards 1. Shep. TEll me thou gentle Shepheards Swaine Who is younder in the Vale is set 2. Shep. Oh it is she whose sweetes doe staine The Lilly Rose the Violet 1. Shep. Why doth the Sunne against his kind Fixe his bright Chariot in the skies 2. Shep. Because the Sunne is strooken blinde With looking on her heauenly eyes 1. Shep. Why doe thy flockes forbeare their food Which sometime were thy chiefe delight 2. Shep. Because they need no other good That liue in presence of her light 1. Shep. Why looke these flowers so pale and ill That once attir'd this goodly Heath 2. Shep. She hath rob'd Nature of her skill And sweetens all things with her breath 1. Shep. Why slide these brookes so slow away Whose bubling murmur pleas'd thine eare 2. Shep. Oh meruaile not although they stay When they her heauenly voyce doe heare 1. Shep. From whence come al these Shepheards Swains And louely Nimphs attir'd in greene 2. Shep. From gathering Garlands on the Plaines To crowne our faire the Shepheards Queene Both. The Sunne that lights this world below Flocks flowers and brookes will witnesse beare These Nimphs and Shepheards all doe know That it is she is onely faire FINIS Michaell Drayton ¶ The solitarie Shepheards Song O Shadie Vale O faire enriched Meades O sacred woods sweet fields rising mountaines O painted flowers greene hearbs where Flora treads Refresht by wanton winds and watry fountaines O all you winged Queristers of wood that pearcht aloft your former paines report And straite againe recount with pleasant moode your present ioyes in sweet and seemely sort O all you creatures whosoeuer thriue on mother Earth in Seas by Ayre by Fire More blest are you then I heere vnder Sunne loue dies in me when as hee doth reuiue In you I perish vnder beauties ire where after stormes winds frosts your life is wun FINIS Thom. Lodge ¶ The Shepheards resolution in loue IF Ioue him-selfe be subiect vnto Loue. And range the woods to finde a mortall pray If Neptune from the Seas him-selfe remoue And seeke on sands with earthly wights to play Then may I loue my Shepheardesse by right Who farre excels each other mortall wight If Pluto could by Loue be drawne from hell To yeeld him-selfe a silly virgins thrall If Phaebus could vouchsafe on earth to dwell To winne a rusticke Mayde vnto his call Then how much more should I adore the sight Of her in whom the heauens them-selues delight If Countrie Pan might follow Nimphs in chase And yet through loue remaine deuoide of blame If Satires were excus'd for seeking grace To ioy the fruits of any mortall Dame My Shepheardesse why should not I loue still On whom nor Gods nor men can gaze their fill FINIS Thom. Watson ¶ Coridons Hymne in praise of Amarillis VVOuld mine eyes were christall Fountaines Where you might the shadow view Of my greefes like to these mountaines Swelling for the losse of you Cares which curelesse are alas Helpelesse haplesse for they grow Cares like tares in number passe All the seedes that loue doth sow Who but could remember all Twinckling eyes still representing Starres which pierce me to the gall Cause they lend no more contenting And you Nectar-lips alluring Humane sence to taste of heauen For no Art of mans manuring Finer silke hath euer weauen Who but could remember this The sweet odours of your fauour When I smeld I was in blisse Neuer felt I sweeter sauour And your harmelesse hart annointed As the custome was of Kings Shewes your sacred soule appointed To be prime of earthly things Ending thus remember all Cloathed in a mantle greene 'T is enough I am your thrall Leaue to thinke what eye hath seene Yet the eye may not so leaue Though the thought doe still repine But must gaze till death bequeath Eyes and thoughts vnto her shrine Which if Amarillis chaunce Hearing to make haste to see To life death she may aduance Therefore eyes and thoughts goe free FINIS T. B. ¶ The Shepheard Carillo his Song Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo por tu fe Besa mi Primero Yo te las guardare I Pre-thee
heate refrained wherewith to die poore Louer then he hasted Thinking it death while he his lookes maintained full fixed on her eyes full of pleasure and louely Nectar sweet from them he tasted His daintie Nimph that now at hand espied the haruest of Loues treasure Said thus with eyes all trembling faint and wasted I die now The Shepheard then replied and I sweet life doe die to Thus these two Louers fortunately died Of death so sweet so happy and so desired That to die so againe their life retired FINIS Out of Maister N. Young his Musica Transalpina ¶ Another Stanza added after THirsis enioyed the graces Of Chloris sweet embraces Yet both their ioyes were scanted For darke it was and candle-light they wanted Wherewith kinde Cynthia in the heauen that shined her nightly vaile resigned and her faire face disclosed Then each from others lookes such ioy deriued That both with meere delight died and reuiued FINIS Out of the same ¶ Another Sonnet thence taken ZEphirus brings the time that sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs which Winters frost exileth Progne now chirpeth Philomel lamenteth Flora the Garlands white and red compileth Fields doe reioyce the frowning skie relenteth Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth The ayre the water the earth to ioy consenteth each creature now to loue him reconcileth But with me wretch the stormes of woe perseuer and heauie sighs which from my heart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer so that singing of birds and spring-times flowring And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth are like a Desert and cruell beasts deuouring FINIS ¶ The Shepheards slumber IN Pescod time when Hound to horne giues eare till Buck be kild And little Lads with Pipes of corne sate keeping beasts a field I went to gather Strawberies tho by Woods and Groaues full faire And parcht my face with Phoebus so in walking in the ayre That downe I layde me by a streame with boughs all ouer-clad And there I met the strangest dreame that euer Shepheard had Me thought I saw each Christmas game each reuell all and some And euery thing that I can name or may in fancie come The substance of the sights I saw in silence passe they shall Because I lacke the skill to draw the order of them all But Venus shall not passe my pen whose maydens in disdaine Did feed vpon the hearts of men that Cupids bowe had slaine And that blinde Boy was all in blood be-bath'd vp to the eares And like a Conquerour he stood and scorned Louers teares I haue quoth he more hearts at call then Caesar could command And like the Deare I make them fall that runneth o're the lawnd One drops downe here another there in bushes as they groane I bend a scornfull carelesse eare to heare them make their moane Ah Sir quoth Honest Meaning then thy boy-like brags I heare When thou hast wounded many a man as Hunts-man doth the Deare Becomes it thee to triumph so thy Mother wills it not For she had rather breake thy bowe then thou should'st play the sot What saucie merchant speaketh now said Venus in her rage Art thou so blinde thou knowest not how I gouerne euery age My Sonne doth shoote no shaft in wast to me the Boy is bound He neuer found a heart so chast but he had power to wound Not so faire Goddesse quoth Free-will in me there is a choise And cause I am of mine owne ill if I in thee reioyce And when I yeeld my selfe a slaue to thee or to thy Sonne Such recompence I ought not haue if things be rightly done Why foole stept forth Delight and said when thou art conquer'd thus Then loe dame Lust that wanton Maid thy Mistresse is iwus And Lust is Cupids darling deere behold her where she goes She creepes the milk-warme flesh so neere she hides her vnder close Where many priuie thoughts doe dwell a heauen here on earth For they haue neuer minde of hell they thinke so much on mirth Be still Good Meaning quoth Good Sport let Cupid triumph make For sure his Kingdome shall be short if we no pleasure take Faire Beautie and her play-feares gay the virgins Vestalles to Shall sit and with their fingers play as idle people doe If Honest Meaning fall to frowne and I Good Sport decay Then Venus glory will come downe and they will pine away Indeede quoth Wit this your deuice with strangenesse must be wrought And where you see these women nice and looking to be sought With scowling browes their follies check and so giue them the Fig Let Fancie be no more at beck when Beautie lookes so big When Venus heard how they conspir'd to murther women so Me thought indeede the house was fier'd with stormes and lightning tho The thunder-bolt through windowes burst and in their steps a wight Which seem'd some soule or sprite accurst so vgly was the sight I charge you Ladies all quoth he looke to your selues in hast For if that men so wilfull be and haue their thoughts so chast That they can tread on Cupids brest and martch on Venus face Then they shall sleepe in quiet rest when you shall waile your case With that had Venus all in spight stir'd vp the Dames to ire And Lust fell cold and Beautie white sate babling with Desire Whos 's mutt'ring words I might not marke much whispering there arose The day did lower the Sunne wext darke away each Lady goes But whether went this angry flock our Lord himselfe doth know Wherewith full lowdly crew the Cock and I awaked so A dreame quoth I a dogge it is I take thereon no keepe I gage my head such toyes as this doth spring from lacke of sleepe FINIS ¶ Dispraise of Loue and Louers follies IF Loue be life I long to die Liue they that lift forme And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scapes with no lesse then losse of wits Vnhappy life they gaine Which Loue doe entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight If 't hap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that Louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the Mead. Now warre now peace now warre againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife FINIS Ignoto ¶ Another Sonet IN wonted walkes since wonted fancies change Some cause there is which of strange cause doth rise For in each thing whereto my minde doth range Part of my paine me seemes engraued lies The Rockes which were of constant minde the marke In climbing steepe now hard refusall show The shading Woods seeme now my sunne to darke And stately hills disdaine to looke so
will reueale My first dayes walke was to the Court where beautie fed mine eyes Yet found I that the Courtly sport did maske in slie disguise For falsehood sate in fairest lookes and friend to friend was coy Court-fauour fill'd but emptie bookes and there I found no ioy Desert went naked in the colde when crouching craft was fed Sweet words were cheaply bought and solde but none that stood in sted Wit was imployed for each mans owne plaine meaning came too short All these deuises seene and knowne made me forsake the Court. Vnto the Cittie next I went in hope of better hap Where liberally I lanch'd and spent as set on Fortunes lap The little stock I had in store me thought would nere be done Friends flockt about me more and more as quickely lost as wone For when I spent then they were kinde but when my purse did faile The foremost man came last behinde thus loue with wealth doth quaile Once more for footing yet I stroue although the world did frowne But they before that held me vp together troad me downe And least once more I should arise they sought my quite decay Then got I into this disguise and thence I stole away And in my minde me thought I said Lord blesse mee from the Cittie Where simplenes is thus betraide and no remorce or pittie Yet would I not giue ouer so but once more trie my fate And to the Country then I goe to liue in quiet state There did appeare no subtile showes but yea and nay went smoothly But Lord how Country-folkes can glose when they speake most vntruely More craft was in a buttond cap and in old wiues raile Then in my life it was my hap to see on Downe or Dale There was no open forgerie but vnder-handed gleaning Whch they call Countrie pollicie but hath a worser meaning Some good bold-face beares out the wrong because he gaines thereby The poore mans backe is crackt ere long yet there he lets him lie And no degree among them all but had such close intending That I vpon my knees did fall and prayed for their amending Back to the woods I got againe in minde perplexed sore Where I found ease of all this paine and meane to stray no more There Citty Court nor Country to can any way annoy me But as a wood-man ought to doe I freely may imploy me There liue I quietly alone and none to trip my talke Wherefore when I am dead and gone thinke on the Wood-mans walke FINIS Shep. Tonie ¶ Thirsis the Shepheard to his Pipe LIke Desert woods with darkesome shades obscured Where dreadfull beasts where hatefull horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell loue within my breast maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The ghastly beasts my thoughts in cares assures Which wage me warre while hart no succour gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighs by cares procured Which forth I send whilest weeping eye complaineth To coole the heate the helpelesse hart containeth But shafts but cares but sighs horrors vnrecured Were nought esteem'd if for these paines awarded My faithfull loue by her might be regarded FINIS Ignoto An Heroicall Poeme MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords and Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song 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 praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This said he whiskt his party-colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry haste 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 heauie 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 staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudie 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 finde In me is counted madnesse out of kinde And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweet 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 enclines her minde 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 warre 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 triumphs 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 whis'kt his wing And bid me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best FINIS Ignoto ¶ An excellent Sonnet of a Nimph. VErtue beautie and speech did strike wound charme My heart eyes eares with wonder loue delight First second last did binde enforce and arme His works showes sutes with wit grace and vowes-might Thus honour liking trust much farre and deepe Held pearst possest my iudgement sence and will Till wrongs contempt deceite did grow steale creepe Bands fauour faith to breake defile and kill Then griefe vnkindnes proofe tooke kindled taught Well grounded noble due spite rage disdaine But ah alas in vaine my minde sight thought Doth him his face his words leaue shunne refraine For nothing time nor place can loose quench ease Mine owne embraced sought knot fire disease FINIS S. Phil. Sidney ¶ A Report Song in a dreame betweene a Shepheard and his Nimph. SHall we goe daunce the hay The hay Neuer
me Cannot my beautie moue thee Pitty yet pitty me Because I loue thee Aye me thou scorn'st the more I pray thee And this thou do'st and all to slay me Why doe then Kill me and vaunt thee Yet my Ghost Still shall haunt thee FINIS Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalis ¶ To his Flockes BVrst forth my teares assist my forward griefe And shew what paine imperious Loue prouokes Kinde tender Lambs lament Loues scant reliefe And pine since pensiue care my freedome yoakes Oh pine to see me pine my tender Flockes Sad pining care that neuer may haue peace At Beauties gate in hope of pittie knocks But mercie sleepes while deepe disdaines encrease And Beautie hope is her faire bosome yoakes Oh grieue to heare my griefe my tender Flockes Like to the windes my sighs haue winged beene Yet are my sighs and sutes repaide with mockes I pleade yet she repineth at my teene O ruthlesse rigour harder then the Rockes That both the Shepheard kills and his poore Flockes FINIS ¶ To his Loue. COme away come sweet Loue The golden morning breakes All the earth all the ayre Of loue and pleasure speakes Teach thine armes then to embrace And sweet Rosie lips to kisse And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse Eyes were made for beauties grace Viewing ruing Loues long paine Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine Come away come sweet Loue The golden morning wasts While the Sunne from his Sphere His fierie arrowes casts Making all the shadowes flie Playing staying in the Groaue To entertaine the stealth of loue Thither sweet Loue let vs hie Flying dying in desire Wing'd with sweet hopes and heauenly fire Come away come sweet Loue Doe not in vaine adiorne Beauties grace that should rise Like to the naked morne Lillies on the Riuers side And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne Desire no beauties but their owne Ornament is Nurse of pride Pleasure measure Loues delight Hast then sweet Loue our wished flight FINIS ¶ Another of his Cynthia AWay with these selfe-louing-Lads Whom Cupids arrowe neuer glads Away poore soules that sigh and weepe In loue of them that lie and sleepe For Cupid is a Meadow God And forceth none to kisse the rod. God Cupids shaft like destinie Doth either good or ill decree Desert is borne out of his bowe Reward vpon his feete doth goe What fooles are they that haue not knowne That Loue likes no lawes but his owne My Songs they be of Cynthias praise I weare her Rings on Holy-dayes On euery Tree I write her name And euery day I reade the same Where Honour Cupids riuall is There miracles are seene of his If Cynthia craue her Ring of mee I blot her name out of the tree If doubt doe darken things held deere Then wel-fare nothing once a yeere For many runne but one must win Fooles onely hedge the Cuckoe in The worth that worthinesse should moue Is loue which is the due of loue And loue as well the Shepheard can As can the mightie Noble man Sweet Nimph t is true you worthy be Yet without loue nought worth to me FINIS ¶ Another to his Cynthia MY thoughts are wing'd with hopes my hopes with loue Mount loue vnto the Moon in clearest night And say as she doth in the heauens moue On earth so waines and wexeth my delight And whisper this but softly in her eares Hope oft doth hang the head and trust shed teares And you my thoughts that some mistrust doe carrie If for mistrust my Mistresse doe you blame Say though you alter yet you doe not varie As she doth change and yet remaine the same Distrust doth enter hearts but not infect And loue is sweetest seasoned with suspect If she for this with cloudes doe maske her eyes And make the heauens darke with her disdaine With windie sighs dispierce them in the skies Or with thy teares dissolue them into raine Thoughts hopes and loue returne to me no more Till Cynthia shine as she hath done before FINIS ¶ These three Ditties were taken out of Maister Iohn Dowlands Booke of Tableture for the Lute the Authours names not there set downe and therefore left to their owners Montanus Sonnet in the Woods ALas how wander I amidst these Woods Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse But where the melancholy fleeting floods Darke as the night my night of woes expresse Disarm'd of reason spoyl'd of Natures goods Without redresse to salue my heauinesse I walke whilst thought too cruell to my harmes with endlesse griefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes My silent tongue assail'd by secret feare My trayterous eyes imprison'd in their ioy My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere My heart enforc'd to harbour in annoy My reason rob'd of power by yeelding care My fond opinions slaue to euery ioy Oh Loue thou guide in my vncertaine way Woe to thy bowe thy fire the cause of my decay FINIS S. E. D. ¶ The Shepheards sorrow being disdained in loue MVses help me sorrow swarmeth Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish Haplesse hope my solace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eye of day regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrustie Flattering hope beguileth euer Wearie old and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholds enthroned Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse Darksome night doth heare him moaned Who before was rich and needlesse Rob the Spheare of lines vnited Make a suddaine voide in nature Force the day to be benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarie Further help I meane to borrow Courted once by Fortunes fauour Compast now with Enuies curses All my thoughts of sorrowes sauour Hopes runne fleeting like the Sourses Aye me wanton scorne hath maimed All the ioyes my heart enioyed Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coy hath forc'd my lowring Nothing lik'd where nothing wanted Weds mine eyes to ceaselesse showring Former loue was once admired Present fauour is estraunged Loath'd the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughts are changed Louely Swaine with luckie speeding Once but now no more so friended You my Flocks haue had in feeding From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and folding Had my Lambs and Ewes together I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and Winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and Lambes are pain'd with pining I with Ewes and Lambs confused All vnto our deaths declining Silence leaue thy Caue obscured Daigne a dolefull Swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Yet I am no deepe offender Phillips Sonne can with his finger Hide his scarre it is so little Little sinne a day to linger Wise men wander in a tittle Trifles yet my Swaine haue turned Though my Sunne he neuer showeth Though I weepe I am not mourned Though I want no pittie groweth Yet for pittie loue my Muses Gentle silence be