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Saint Peters complaynt With other poems.
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Southwell, Robert, Saint, 1561?-1595.
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thee Let me dye or liue thou in mee VVhere the truth once was and is not Shaddowes are but vanitie Shewing want that helpe they cannot Signes not salues of miserie Paynted meate no hunger feedes Dying life each death exceedes VVith my loue my life was nestled In the somme of happinesse From my loue my life is wrested To a world of heauinesse O let loue my life remoue Sith I liue not where I loue O my soule what did vnloose thee From thy sweete captiuitie God not I did still possesse thee His not mine thy libertie O two happie thrall thou wart VVhen thy prison was his hart Spightfull speare that break'st this prison Seate of all felicitie VVorking this with double treason Loues and liues deliuerie Though my life thou drau'st away Maugre thee my loue shall stay Times goe by turnes THE lopped tree in time may grow againe Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower The soriest wight may finde release of paine The dryest soyle sucke in some moystning shower Times goe by turnes and chaunces chaunge by course From foule to faire from better happe to worse The sea of fortune doth not euer flowe She drawes her fauours to the lowest ebbe Her tydes hath equall times to come and goe Her Loome doth weaue the fine and coursest webbe No ioy so great but runneth to an end No hap so hard but may in fine amend Not alwaies fall of leafe nor euer spring No endles night yet not eternall day The saddest birds a season find to sing The roughest storme a calme may soone alay Thus with succeeding turnes God tempereth all That man may hope to rise yet feare to fall A chaunce may winne that by mischaunce was lost The net that holdes no great takes little fish In some things all in all things none are crost Fewe all they neede but none haue all they wish Vnmedled ioyes here to no man befall VVho least hath some who most hath neuer all Looke home REtyred thoughts enioy their owne delights As beautie doth in selfe beholding eye Mans mind a mirrour is of heauenlie sights A briefe wherein all meruailes summed lye Of fayrest formes and sweetest shapes the store Most gracefull all yet thought may grace them more The mind a creature is yet can create To natures patterns adding higher skill Of finest works wit better could the state If force of wit had equall power of will Deuise of man in working hath no end VVhat thought can think an other thought can mend Mans soule of endlesse beauties image is Drawne by the worke of endles skill and might This skilfull might gaue many sparkes of blisse And to discerne this blisse a natiue light To frame Gods image as his worthes requird His might his skill his word and will conspird All that he had his image should present All that it should present he could afford To that he could afford his will was bent His will was followed with performing word Let this suffize by this conceiue the rest He should he could he would he did the best Fortunes falshood IN worldly meriments lurketh much miserie Slie fortunes subtilties in baites of happinesse Shrowd hookes that swallowed without recouerie Murder the innocent with mortall heauinesse She sootheth appetites with pleasing vanities Till they be conquered with cloaked tyrannie Than changing countenance with open enmities She triumphes ouer them scorning their slauerie VVith fawning flatterie deaths doore she openeth Alluring passengers to bloodie destenie In offers bountifull in proofe shee beggereth Mens ruines registring her false felicitie Her hopes are fastened in blisse that vanisheth Her smart inherited with sure possession Constant in crueltie shee neuer altereth But from one violence to more oppression To those that follow her fauours are measured As easie premises to hard conclusions VVith bitter corrosiues her ioyes are seasoned Her highest benefits are but illusions Her wayes a laborinth of wandring passages Fooles common pilgrimage to cursed deieties VVhose fond deuotion and idle menages Are wagde with wearinesse in fruitlesse drudgeries Blind in her fauorites foolish election Chaunce is her arbiter in giuing dignities Her choyse of visions shewes most discretion Sith welth the vertuous might wrest from pietie To humble suppliants tyrant most obstinate She suters aunswereth with contrarieties Proud with petition vntaught to mitigate Rigour with clemencie in hardest cruelties Like Tygre fugitiue from the ambitious Like weeping Crodocile to scornefull enemies Suing for amitie where shee is odious But to her followers forswearing curtesies No wind so changeable no sea so wauering As giddie Fortune in reeling varieties Now mad now mercifull now fierce now fauoring In all things mutable but mutabilities Scorne not the least WHere wards are weake foes encountring strong VVhere mightier doe assault then doe defend The feebler part puts vp enforced wrong And silent sees that speech could not amend Yet higher powers must thinke though they repine VVhen sunne is set the little starres will shine VVhile Pike doth range the silly Tench doth flie And crouch in priuie creekes with smaller fish Yet Pikes are caught when little fish goe bie These fleet a flote while those doe fill the dish There is a time euen for the wormes to creepe And sucke the dew while all their foes doe sleepe The Marlyne cannot euer sore on high Nor greedy Grey-hound still pursue the chase The tender Larke will finde a time to flie And fearefull Hare to runne a quiet race He that high growth on Ceders did bestow Gaue also lowly Mush-rumpts leaue to grow In Amans pompe poore Mardocheus wept Yet God did turne his fate vpon his foe The Lazar pinde while Diues feast was kept Yet he to heauen to hell did Diues goe VVe trample grasse and prize the flowers of May Yet grasse is greene when flowers doe fade away The Natiuitie of Christ. BEholde the father is his daughters sonne The bird that built the nest is hatch'd therein The olde of yeares an houre hath not out-runne Eternall life to liue doth now beginne The word is dumme the mirth of heauen doth weepe Might feeble is and force doth faintly creepe O dying soules behold your liuing spring O dazeled eyes behold your sonne of grace Dull eares attend what word this word doth bring Vp heauie hartes with ioye your ioye embrace From death from darke from deafenesse from dispaires This life this light this word this ioye repaires Gift better then him selfe God doth not know Gift better then his God no man can see This gift doth here the giuer giuen bestow Gift to this gift let each receiuer bee God is my gift himselfe he freely gaue me Gods gift am I and none but God shall haue me Man altered was by sinne from man to beast Beastes foode is haye haye is all mortall flesh Now God is flesh and lies in Manger prest As haye the brutest sinner to refresh O happie fielde wherein this fodder grew VVhose tast doth vs from beasts to men renew ¶ Christs childhood TIll twelue yeres
blasphemies did swell VVith taynted breath infecting all resort VVhy didst thou lead me to this hell of euills To shew my selfe a fiend among the diuels Euill president the tyde that wafts to vice Dumme Orator that woes with silent deedes VVriting in workes lessons of ill aduise The doing tale that eye in practise reedes Taster of ioyes to vnacquainted hunger VVith leauen of the olde seasoning the yonger It seemes no fault to doe that all haue done The number of offenders hides the sinne Coatch drawne with many horse doth easely runne Soone followeth one where multitudes begin O had I in that court much stronger bin Or not so strong as first to enter in Sharpe was the weather in that stormie place Best suting hearts benum'd with hellish frost VVhose crusted malice could admit no grace VVhere coales were kindled to the warmers cost VVhere feare my thoughts canded with ysie colde Heate did my tongue to periuries vnfolde O hatefull fire ah that I euer saw it Too hard my hart was frozen for thy force Farre hotter flames it did require to thawe it Thy hell resembling heate did freeze it worse O that I rather had congeal'd to yse Then bought thy warm'th at such a damning price O wakefull bird proclaimer of the day VVhose piercing note doth daunt the Lions rage Thy crowing did my selfe to me bewray My frights and brutish heates it did aswage But ô in this alone vnhappie cocke That thou to count my foyles wert made the clocke O bird the iust rebuker of my crime The faithfull waker of my sleeping feares Be now the daylie clocke to strike the time VVhen stinted eyes shall pay their taske of teares Vpbraide mine eares with thine accusing crow To make me rew that first it made me know O milde reuenger of aspiring pride Thou canst dismount high thoughts to low effects Thou mad'st a cocke me for my fault to chide My lofty boastes this lowlie bird corrects VVell might a cocke correct me with a crow VVhom hennish cackling first did ouer-throw VVeake weapons did Golias fumes abate VVhose storming rage did thunder threates in vaine His bodie huge harnest with massie plate Yet Dauids stone brought death into his braine VVith staffe and sling as to a dog he came And with contempt did boasting fury tame Yet Dauid had with Beare and Lyon fought His skilfull might excusd Golias foyle The death is easd that worthy hand hath wrought Some honour liues in honorable spoile But I on whom all infamies must light VVas hisd to death with wordes of womens spight Small gnats enforst th' Egiptian king to stoupe Yet they in swarmes and arm'd with piercing stings Smart noyse annoyance made his courage droupe No small incombrance such small vermine brings I quaild at words that neither bit nor stoung And those deliuered from a womans toung Ah feare abortiue impe of drouping mind Selfe ouer-throw false friend root of remorce Sighted in seeing euils in shunning blind Foyld without field by fancie not by force Ague of valour phrensie of the wise True honours staine loues frost the mint of lies Can vertue wisedome strength by women spild In Dauids Salomons and Sampsons falls VVith semblance of excuse my errour guild Or lend a marble glose to muddy walles O no their fault had show of some pretence No veyle can hide the shame of my offence The blaze of beauties beames allur'd their lookes Their lookes by seeing oft conceiued loue Loue by affecting swallowed pleasures hookes Thus beautie loue and pleasure them did mooue These Syrens sugred tunes rockt them a sleepe Enough to damne yet not to damne so deepe But gratious features dazeled not mine eies Two homely droyles were authors of my death Not loue but feare my sences did surprize Not feare of force but feare of womans breath And those vnarm'd ill grac'd despisd vnknowne So base a blast my truth hath ouer-throwne O women woe to men traps for their fals Still actors in all tragicall mischances Earthes necessarie euils captiuing thralls Now murdring with your tongs now with your glances Parents of life and loue spoylers of both The theeues of harts false do you loue or loth In time ô Lord thine eyes with mine did meete In them I reade the ruines of my fall Their chearing raies that made misfortune sweete Into my guiltie thoughts pourd floods of gall Their heauenly lookes that blest where they beheld Darts of disdaine and angrie checks did yeeld O sacred eyes the springs of liuing light The earthly heauens where Angels ioy to dwell How could you deigne to view my deathfull plight Or let your heauenly beames looke on my hell But those vnspotted eyes encountred mine As spotlesse Sunne doth on the dounghill shine Sweet volumes stoard with learning fit for Saints VVhere blisfull quires imparadize their minds VVherein eternall studie neuer faints Still finding all yet seeking all it finds How endlesse is your laborinth of blisse VVhere to be lost the sweetest finding is Ah wretch how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those deare eyes the registers of truth How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happie ioyes redress'd my ruth Ah that they now are Heralds of disdaine That erst were euer pittiers of my paine You flames diuine that sparkle out your heats And kindle pleasing fires in mortall hearts You nectar'd Aumbryes of soule feeding meates You gracefull quiuers of loues deerest darts You did vouchsafe to warme to wound to feast My cold my stony my now famishd brest The matchles eyes match'd onely each by other VVere pleasd on my ill matched eyes to glaunce The eye of liquid pearle the purest mother Broch'd teares in mine to weepe for my mischance The cabinets of grace vnlockt their treasure And did to my misdeed their mercies measure These blazing Comets lightning flames of loue Made me their warming influence to know My frozen hart theyr sacred force did proue VVhich at their lookes did yeeld like melting snow They did not ioyes in former plentie carue Yet sweet are crums where pined thoughts do starue O liuing mirrours seeing whom you shew which equall shadows worths with shadowed things Yea make things nobler then in natiue hew By being shap'd in those life-gyuing springs Much more my image in those eyes was grac'd Then in my selfe whom sinne and shame defac'd All-seeing eyes more worth then all you see Of which one is the others onely price I worthlesse am direct your beames on mee VVith quickning vertue cure my killing vice By seeing things you make things worth the sight You seeing salue and beeing seene delight O Pooles of Hesebon the bathes of grace VVhere happy spirits diue in sweet desires VVhere Saints reioyce to glasse theyr glorious face VVhose banks make Eccho to the Angels quires An Eccho sweeter in the sole rebound Then Angels musick in the fullest sound O eyes whose glaunces are a silent speech In ciphred words high misteries disclosing VVhich with a looke all Sciences can