skild then Phoebus on a Lute in running â—ore then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily In stealing Harts most sliely Since thou deere Hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay mee thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou stealst my Hart. MADRIGALL VII Cupid proued a Fenser AH Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fenser tooke thee But as a Fenser oft faines blowes and thrusts Where hee doth meane no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds his foe whereas hee least mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine Eyes hast hit my hart SONNET VIII Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his Verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since coÌ„posed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false Inconstancy My praiseles stile her o're-praisd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scornefull Dame so deerely If my wilde yeeres did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beams short of your Suns perfectioÌ„ Taught my hoars Muse to sing as you say cleerly How much how much should I loue adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeeres to like aught els before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make Heauen Earth resound your praise admired MADRIGAL VIII Hee compares himselfe to a Candle-flie LIke to the seely flie To the deere light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes But in a diuerse wise Shee with the flame doth play By night alone and I both night and day Shee to a Candle runnes I to a light far brighter then the Sunne 's Shee neere at hand is fyred I both neere hand and far-away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to bee But I my burning and my death foresee MADRIGAL IX Answere to her question what loue was IF I behold your Eyes Loue is a Paradize But if I veiw my Hart Ti 's an infernall smart ODE VIII That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN Heau'n the blessed Angels haue their beeing In hel the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the Aire are fleeing With finnes the people gliding Of Water haue th' enioying In Fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspier To loue your beauty Beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine Eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention Th' ill foode of airie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares stil flowing My weeping Eies are turned My constant Heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspier In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling In Hell no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fier MADRIGAL X. Vpon his time rous silence in her presence ARE Louers full of fier How comes it then my Verses are so colde And how when I am nie her And fit occasion wills me to be bolde The more I burne the more I do desier The lesse I dare requier Ah Loue this is thy wondrous Art To freeze the tongue and fire the hart MADRIGAL XI Vpon her long Absence IF this most wretched and infernall Anguish Wherin so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer-fill me As presently it kill mee I wil conclude hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man Vpon seeing his Face in her Eie FAirest and kindest of all woman-kinde Since you did me the vndeserued grace â—n your faire Eye to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kinde Looke in mine Eie and I will shew to you The fairest face that Heau'ns Eie doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my Heart espie Your forme at large you there engrav'd shuld see Which nor by Time nor Death can razed bee MADRIGAL XII Vpon her hiding her face fom him GOE wayling Accents goe With my warm teares scalding teares attended To th' Author of my woe â—nd humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eyes Where he beholdes his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you His heart wherein Loues heau'n you may view MADRIGAL XIII Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancie Whosoeuer longs to trie Both Loue and Iealousie My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see And he will soone a iealous Louer bee Then he by proofe shall know As I doe to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell â—n fire and frost in heau'n and in hell A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming Heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart Shut not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Flie not deere Hart to find me al of snowe Hart Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desiers sweet flames to know Hart Thy Snow n'ill hurt me Breast Nor thy Fire will harme me Hart This cold will coole me Breast And this heate wil warme me Hart Take this chaste fire to that pure virgin snow B. Being now thus warm'd I le n'ere seek other fire H Thou giu'st more blis thaÌ„ mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than Angells can desire Both together Let one griefe harme vs And let one ioy fill vs Let one loue warme vs And let one death kill vs. ELEGIE III. For what cause he obtaines not his Ladies fauour Deere why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I st that my â—ocke-hol'd face doth beauty lacke No Your sweet Sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth I st that my musk lesse cloaths are plaine blacke No What wise Ladie loues fine noddies With poore-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No My true Heart which I present you Should more than golde or pearle content you I st That my Verses want inuention rare No I was neuer skilfull Poet I truely loue and plainely show it â—st That I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhorre you Dwell still in Court the place fit for you â—st That you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I
still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter paine My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Whoso hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward colde in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heate and rage with greater might May ghesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where locks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweete sight he liues that else should die It cloasde it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere Which from her looke had pierst it through the Eie The firy beams which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my burning paine But if my Deere returne aliue and found That these mine eyes may see her beautie bright My Hart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light Shee shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse ODE V. Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my Teares be drie When will my sighes be spent When will Desire agree to let me die When will thy hart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Lest thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine only will And holds that euer best For since it only liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler bee Then giue me leaue to die And shew thy powre thereby THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snowe By strugling hard gets out her tender head â—nd spies far off from where shee lies belowe The winter Sun that from the North is fled But all in vaine shee lookes vpon the light Where heate is wanting to restore her might What doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent â—ong time with biting hunger ouer-prest â—o see without or smell within the sent â—f daintie fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and pris'ner both behold the thing The which but not with sight might coÌ„fort bring â—ch is my state or worse if worse may bee â—y heart opprest with heauy frost of care â—ebar'd of that which is most deere to mee â—ld vp with colde and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater girefe Thisbe saw her louer through the wall â—â—d saw thereby shee wanted that shee saw â—â—d so I see and seeing want withall â—â—d wanting so vnto my drath I draw â—nd so my death were twenty times my frend â—f with this Verse my hated life might end ODE VI. IE my decay be your encrease If my distresse bee your delight If warre in me procure your peace If wrong to me to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your Ioy do flow When my griefe ends your Ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die full faine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewel your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since no thing can long indure That sometime hath not needefull rest What can my life your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breathe they quite deny Mine Eyes so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are dry Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the springs bee full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes Whilste that the stone rowles downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest Which breedes more sorrow in my brest Let my Decay bee your encrease Let my distresse bee your delight Let warre in mee procure your peace Let wrong in mee to you bee right That by my Griefe your Ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue ODE VII CLose your lids vnhappy Eyes From the sight of such a change â—oue hath learned to despise â—elfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue hee burneth If abroad he beautie spie As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'de out by Painters fraude Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth â—oy disdaine hath kindnes place Kindnes forc'de to hide his head True Desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a fury needlesse Hee that hath it shal die speedlesse Then mine eies why gaze you so Beautie scornes the Teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with Loue hath death conspired To kill none whom Loue haue fired CVpid at length I spie thy crafty wile Though for a time thou didst me sore beguile When first thy shaft did wound my tender hart â—t toucht mee light mee thought I felt some paine Some litle prick at first did make mee smart But yet that griefe was quickly gone againe â—ull small account I made of such a sore As now doth ranckle inward more and more So poyson first the sinewes lightly straines Then straies and after spreads through al the vaines No otherwise then he that prickt with thorne Starts at the first and feeles no other griefe As one whose hart so litle hurt did scorne And deigned not to seek despis'd reliefe At last when rest doth after trauaile come That litle pricke the joynt with paine doth numme What may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stick'st not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroke espi'de Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe all wayes I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did ghesse I saw and yet would willingly be blinde I felt the sting yet flatt'red still my minde And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my health I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No maruell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera A Paraphrasticall translation of Petrarkes Sonnet beginning S' Amor non è che dunque è quel ch'io sento IF Loue bee nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A fained fire
my selfe so neere the brinke And yet my fill I cannot drinke Loue the onely price of Loue. THe fairest Pearles that Northerne Seas do breed For pretious stones from Easterne coasts are sold Nought yeelds the earth that froÌ„ exchange is freed Gold valews all and all things valew Gold Where goodnes wants an equall change to make There greatnes serues or number place doth take No mortall thing can beare so hie a price But that with mortall thing it may be bought The corne of Sicill buies the westerne spice French wine of vs of them our cloth is sought No pearles no gold no stones no corne no spice No cloth no wine for loue can pay the price What thing is loue which nought can counteruaile Nought saue it selfe eu'n such a thing is Loue. All worldly wealth in worth as far 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 bee 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 requite All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my hart such blis Accept it for thy Prisner at it is His Hart arraigned of Theft and acquitted MY Hart was found within my Ladies Brest Close coucht for feare that no maÌ„ might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight Arrest And Felon-like hee must arraigned bee What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her hart away The Bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe cheefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'EnditemeÌ„t read by which his blood was sought That he poore hart by stealth had broke the lawes His Plea was such as each man might descry For grace and ruth were read in either Eye Yet forc'd to speake his farther Plea was this That sore pursude by mee that sought his blood Because so oft his presence I did mis Whil'st as he said he labour'd for my good He voyd of helpe to haue his harmes redrest Tooke Sanctuary within her sacred brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent And that his cause did touch her honor neere Since he from me to her for succour went That ruth may raigne where rigour did appeere Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made the guiltles hart to hide MADRIGAL I. THine Eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turn'd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindenesse So shall I blesse my blindenesse PHALEVCIAKS I. TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What Charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wisht I so oft that hower vnhappy When with freedome I might recount my tormeÌ„ts And pleade for remedy by true lamenting Dumbe nay dead in a trance I stood amazed When those looks I beheld that late I long'd for No speech no memory no life remained Now speech prateth apace my griefe bewraying Now â—ootlesse memory my plaints remembreth Now life moueth againe but al auailes not Speech life and memory die altogether With speech life memory Loue onely dies not Deadly Sweetnes SWeet thoghts the food on which I feeding sterue Sweet tears the drink that more augmeÌ„ts my thirst Sweet eies the stars by which my cours doth swerue Sweet hope my death which wast my life at first Sweet thoughts sweet teares sweet hope sweet eies How chance that death in sweetnes lies MADRIGAL II. Verball Loue. IF Loue be made of words as woods of Trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hotte where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth frie Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water drie Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees Hee liue that dead doth lie What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no crie Such is her vowed loue to mee Yet must I thinke it true to bee Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde Why Loue in Ladies eies doth dwell 〈◊〉 thought because himselfe was blinde Hee lookt that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For Loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But Time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her Eies my heart is hit Deepe is the wound though none appeere Their glauncing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shaftes but those I musde to see their eies so bright And little thought they had beene fire I gazde vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can Loue require Than that where grow both shafts and fire Loues Contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for Delight for that long since is fled Despaire did shut the Gate against Releefe When Loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To thinke what toyes do tosse my troubled head How most I wish that most I should tefraine And seeke the thing that least I long to finde And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I cry for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wish for night I freeze for colde and yet refraine the fire I long to see and yet I shunne her sight I scalde in Sunne and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to die I feele no hurte and yet for help enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Heu cogor voti nescius esse mei ODE III. DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest virtue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is Loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extreames are alwayes worthy blame Enough is common kindnes What floods of teares do Louers spend What sighes from out their hearts they send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the Loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is Loue in wordes faire wordes may faine Is Loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnes raigne Yet few or none so
craue it Thou wouldst be lou'de and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For virtue why of her alone I say so more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but heate of youth MADRIGAL III. SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her al Graces friendly meete â—n all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is Fancy vnder feete Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her Heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo SMoothe are thy lookes so is the deepest streame Soft are thy lippes so is the swallowing Sand. Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it wil not stand Smooth soft faire sweet to theÌ„ that lightly tuch Rough hard foule sowre to them that take too much Thy looks so smoothe haue drawne away my sight Who would haue thoght that hooks could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt mee with desire Thy wordes so sweete were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lippes that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest peace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine PHALEVCIACKS II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despayre am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from eue to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my hart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beams of her Eies Apollo darkning Life and light do I loose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her Eyes beholding Death and life I refuze not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them L'ENVOY in ryming Phaleuciacks MVse not Lady to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedy for ease requireth When sweet Ioy did abound I writt the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lyes it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my hart with gladnesse SONNET IIII. WRongde by Desire I yeelded to disdaine Who call'd reuenge to worke my spite therby Rash was Reuenge and sware desire should die No price nor prayer his pardon might obtaine Downe to my Hart in rage hee hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my Eares disdainfull words did lie Proud lookes did keepe mine Eyes with scornfull traine Desire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my hart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor hee from mee nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable The loue of chaÌ„ge hath chaÌ„g'd the world throwout And nought is counted good but what is strang New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in mee But as I am so will I alwayes bee For who can change that likes his former choice Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choyce is made change he that list for mee Such as I am such will I alwaies bee Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change calls for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight 〈◊〉 heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought â—â—ne inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full Content desiers no Change to see Then as I am so will I alwayes bee Râ—st then my Hart and keep thine olde delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy increaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so wil I alwayes bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of fame of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'de to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then Change farewell thou art no Mate for me But as I am so will I alwayes be Iamais aulire To his Eies VNhappy Eies the causers of my paine That to my foe betray'd my strongest hold Wherein he like a Tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason solde Too late you call for help of me in vaine Whom Loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my Heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moon-light THe night say all was made for rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the ready way That brought mee to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I inioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe fayre Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To loose the prayse of Beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I prayse Whose nights are cleerer then the dayes Vpon her Absence The summer Sun that scalds the grouÌ„d with heate And burns the Grasse dries the Riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Gote he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But
vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine MIne eies haue spent their teares now are drie My weary hand will guide my pen no more My voice is hoarse and can no longer cry My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburdned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The teares you see distilling from mine eies My gentle Muse doth shed for this my griefe The plaints you heare are her incessant cries By which she calles in vaine for some reliefe She neuer parted since my griefe begunne In her I liue she dead my life were done Then louing Muse departe and let me die Some brauer Youth will sue to thee for grace That may aduance thy glory to the skie And make thee scorn blind Fortunes frowning face My heart and head that did thee entertaine Desire and Fortune with despite haue slaine My Lady dares not lodge thee in her brest For feare vnwares she let in Loue with thee For well she thinkes some part in thee must rest Of that which so possest each part of mee Then good my Muse flie back to heau'n againe And let me die to end this endlesse paine BReake heauy hart and rid mee of this paine This paine that still encreaseth day by day By day with sighes I spend my selfe in vaine In vayne by night with teares I waste away Away I waste with teares by night in vaine Teares sighs by night by day encrease this paine Mine Eyes no Eies but fountaines of my teares My teares no teares but floods to moyst my hart My hart no hart but harbour of my feares My feares no feares but feelings of my smart My smart my feares my hart my teares mine eies Are blind dryde spent past wasted with my cries And yet mine Eyes thogh blind see cause of greefe And yet my teares thogh dride run down amaine And yet my hart though spent attends releefe And yet my feares though past encrease my paine And yet I liue and liuing feele more smart And smarting cry in vaine breake heauy hart WHere witt is ouer-rulde by will And will is led by fond desire There Reason were as good bee still As speaking kindle greater fire For where desire doth beare the sway The hart must rule the head obay What bootes the cunning Pilots skill To tell which way to shape their course When hee that steers will haue his will And driue them where he list perforce So Reason shewes the truth in vaine Where fond desire as King doth raigne TWixt heate and colde twixt death and life I freeze and burne I liue and die Which ioyntly worke in me such strife 〈◊〉 liue in death in cold I fry Nor hot nor cold nor liue nor dead Neither and both this life I lead â—irst burning heate sets all one fire Whereby I seeme in flames to fry Then colde despayre kills hotte desire That drenched deepe in death I lie Heate driues out cold and keepes my life Cold quencheth heate no end of strife The lesse I hope to haue my will The more I feele desire encrease And as desire encreaseth still Despayre to quench it doth not cease So liue I as the Lampe whose light Oft comes oft goes now dim now bright A liuing death IF meanes be none to end my restlesse eare If needes I must orewhelm'd with sorrow lie What better way this sorrow to declare Then that I dying liue and cannot die If nought but losse I reape in steade of gaine If lasting paine doe euery day encrease To thee good Death alas I must complaine Thou art of force to make my sorrow cease If thou because I thee refusde sometime Now shut thine eares and my request deny Still must I loue and waile in woefull Rime That dying still I am and cannot die Spiro non viuo YE walles that shut me vp from sight of men Inclosde wherein aliue I buried lie And thou sometime my bed but now my den Where smothred vp the light of Sunne I flie O shut your selues ech chinke and creuis straine That none but you may heare me thus complain My hollow cries that beate thy stony side Vouchsafe to beate but beate them backe againe That when my griefe hath speech to me denide Mine eares may heare the witnes of my paine As for my Teares whose streames must euer last My silent cowch shall drinke them vp as fast Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies THough naked Trees seeme dead to sight When winter winde doth keenely blow â—et if the roote maintaine her right â—he Spring their hidden life will show But if the roote be dead and drie No maruell though the branches die While Hope did liue within my brest â—o winter storme could kill desire â—ut now disdaine hath hope opprest â—ead is the roote dead is the spire Hope was the roote the spire was Loue No sap beneath no life aboue â—nd as we see the rootelesse stocke â—â—taine some sap and spring a while â—et quickely prooue a lifelesse blocke â—â—cause the roote doth life beguile So liues Desire which Hope hath left As twylight shines when Sunne is reft ODE XII To his Heart NAy nay thou striu'st in vaine my Hart To mend thy misse Thou hast deseru'd to beare this smart And worse then this That wouldst thy selfe debase To serue in such a place Thou thoughtst thy selfe too long at rest Such was thy Pride Needes must thou seeke a nobler brest Wherein to bide Say now what hast thou found In fetters thou art bound What hath thy faithfull seruice wonne But high disdaine Broke is the threede thy fancie spunne Thy labour vaine Falne art thou now with paine And canst not rise againe And canst thou looke for helpe of mee In this distresse 〈◊〉 must confesse I pittie thee And can no lesse But beare a while thy paine For feare thou fall againe â—earne by thy hurt to shunne the fire Play not with all When clyming thoughts high things aspyre They seeke their fall Thou ween'st nought shone but golde So wast thou blind and bolde â—et lie not still for this disgrace But mount againe â—o that thou know the wished place Bee worth thy paine Then though thou fall and die Yet neuer feare to flie PHALEVCIACKS II. WIsdome warns me to shun that once I sought for And in time to retire my hasty footsteps Wisdome sent from aboue not earthly wisdome No such thoughts can arise from earthly wisdome Long too long haue I slept in ease vneasie On falce worldly releefe my trust reposing Health and wealth in a bote no sterne nor ankor Bold and blinde that I was to Sea be taking Scarce from shore had I lancht when all about mee Waues like hilles did arise till help from heauen Brought my Ship to the Porte of late repentance O nauis referent in mare te noui Fluctus ODE XIII NOw haue I learn'd with much a doo at last By true disdaine to
cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the foords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it mooue The firmest faith is in the fewest wordes The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True Harts haue eyes eares no tongs to speake They heare see and sigh and then they breake Incerto An Answere to the first Staffe that Loue is vnlike in Beggers and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismyres anger which the Lyons rage What is the Buzzing flie where Eagles bee drop the sparke no seas can Aetna swage Small is the heat in Beggers brests that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings who shrouds himself where slender hairs cast shade But mighty Oakes may scorne the Summer Sun Smal cure wil serue wher Bees the wouÌ„d haue made But Dragons poyson through each part doth run Light is the loue that Beggers bosome stings Deepe is the wound that Cupid makes in Kings Smal channels serue where shallow springs do slide And little helpe will turne or stay their course The highest banks scarce holde the swelling tide Which ouer-throwes all stops with raging force The baser sort scarce wett them in the springs Which ouer-whelme the heads of mighty kings What though in both the hart bee set of Loue The self same ground both corne and cockle breeds Fast by the Bryer the Pine-tree mounts aboue One kinde of grasse the Iade and Iennet feedes So from the hart by secret virtue springs Vnlike desire in Beggers and in Kings ANOMOS A Song in praise of a Beggers life BRight shines the Sun play Beggers play Here 's scraps enough to serue to day What noyse of Vials is so sweete As when our merry clappers ring What mirth doth want where Beggers meete A Beggers life is for a King Eate drinke and play sleepe when wee list Go where wee will so stocks be mist Bright shines c. The world is ours and ours alone For wee alone haue world at will Wee purchase not all is our owne Both fields and streetes wee Beggers fill Nor care to get nor feare to keepe Did euer breake a Beggers sleepe Bright shines c. A hundred head of blacke and white Vpon our downes securely feede â—f any dare his master bite He dies therefore as sure as Creede Thus Beggers Lord it as they please And none but Beggers liue at ease Bright shines the Sun c. Vpon beginning without making an end Begin and halfe is done yet halfe vndone remaines Begin that half al is done thou art easd of pains The second halfe is all when halfe thereof is dun The other halfe is al again new work must be begun Thus he that stil begins doth nothing but by halues And things half done as good vndone half oxen are but calues An Epigram to Sir Phillip Sydney in Elegicall Verse Translated out of Iodelle the French Poet. â—ambridge worthy Philip by this verse builds thee an Altar â—Gainst time tempest strong to abide for euer That praise of verses no length of time can abollish Which Greece Italy purchased endles honor then pursuing their steps like glory to purchase Wil make thy memory famous in after ages And in these measured verses thy glory be sounded So be thy holy fauor help to my holy fury HEXAMETERS Vpon the neuer-enough praised Sir Phillip Sidney WHat can I now suspect or what can I feare any longer Oft did I feare oft hope whil'st life in Sidney remained Of nothing can I now despaire for nought can I hope for This good is in misery when great extreamitie grieues vs That neither hope of good nor feare of worse can affright vs. And can I then complaine when no complaint can auaile me How can I seeme to be discontent or what can I weepe for He liues eternall with endlesse Glorie bedecked Yea still on earth hee liues and still shall liue by the Muses An other vpon the same WHat strange aduenture what now vnlook't for arriuall Hath drawne the Muses from sweete Booetia mountaines To chuse our country to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarse can I that suppose scarse thinke I those to be Muses No sound of melody no voyce but drery lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene sits hidde for a shame in a corner Heare ye the carefull sighes fetcht from the depth of her entrailes There weepes Calliope there sometimes lusty Thaleia Ay me alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Heere lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carcase but fame shall liue to the worldes end Others vpon the same WHom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loytred bloody Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three Sisters doe more then nine in a combat Was force of no force was fayre entreatie refused Where is the Musicke that sometimes mooued Alecto That gaind Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the twoo you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the qualitie secret And giue fitt plasters for wounds that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that can not Sidney recouer And couldst thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For King Admetus gainst course of naturall order And canst doe nothing to saue so faithfull a seruant As for Mars well I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild all kindnes no ruth of him can be lookt for And daintie Pallas disdain'd for-sooth to bee present Enuie perhaps nay greefe as I gesse was cause of her absence Only wee poore wretches whom gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrowfull outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmark Persia Turkey India where Phoebus climes from the sea to the skie-ward India where Phoebus declines from the skie to the Sea-ward Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All coasts where rising or falling Phoebus appeereth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a youngling Princely Lions roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares and grunting wild Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand astonisht forgetting naturall of-spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter appoynted As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe-strings tuned in order Drew from their places wilde beasts and trees by the musicke Swift-flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a
Nor let it bee the pledge of kindnes more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet loue I aske not such bold fauours as before I beg but this afforde mee but thy hart â—or then I know thou wilt the rest impart ODE ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against thy strength Distance and length Do what thou canst for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and Time doth settle Who loues a Mistris of such qualitie Hee soone hath found Affections ground Beyond time place and all mortality To harts that cannot vary Absence is present Time doth tarry My Sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that takes pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By Absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I embrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her LOue is the linke the knot the bande of vnitie And al that loue do loue with their belou'd to be Loue only did decree To change his kind in mee For though I lou'd with all the powers of my mind And though my restles thoughts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declinde Sith shee is most vnkinde For since her beuties sun my fruitles hope did breede By absence from that sun I hop't to sterue that weed Though absence did indeede My hopes not sterue but feede For when I shift my place like to the stricken deere I cannot shift the shaft which in my side I beare Ay mee it resteth there The cause is not elsewhere So haue I seene the sick to turne turne againe â—s if that outward chaÌ„ge could ease his inward pain But still alas in vaine The fitt doth stil remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes causde the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True loue thus wrought my woe Ignoto SONNET BEst pleas'd shee is when Loue is most exprest And somtime saies that loue shold be requiteâ— Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righteâ— When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose hart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sun yet still benighted By her despayre is blam'de and hope supprest Shee still denies yet still her hart consenteth Shee grants mee all but that which I desire Shee fuell sends but bids mee leaue the fire Shee lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish Loue by reason of thy blindnes I die for want of Loue yet kild with kindnes SONNET WHen a weake Child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernes can not sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his payne Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a Diet. I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weakenes dead if I but take The pleasantest receipt that Art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake â—ah fayre God of Phisick it may bee But Phisick to my Nurse would mee recouer Shee whom I loue with beautie nurseth mee But with a bitter mixture kils her Louer I assure my selfe I should not die hee were purged of her crueltie SONNET WEre I as base as is the lowly playne And you my Loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend to Heauen in honour of my Loue. Were I as hight as Heau'n aboue the playne And you my Loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the Mayne Wherso'ere you were with you my Loue should go Were you the Earth deere Loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand Eyes Till heau'n wax't blind and til the world were dun Whereso'ere I am below or els aboue you Whereso'ere you are my hart shal truly loue you I. S. A MADRIGAL MY Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt It doth so well become her For eu'ry season she hath dressings fitt For Winter Spring and Summer No Beautie shee doth misse When all her Robes are on But Beauties selfe shee is When all her Robes are gone A MADRIGAL WHen I to you complayne Of all the woe and payne Which you make mee endure without release You answere nought againe But Beare and hold your peace Deer I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall doo SONNET THe Poets fayne that when the world beganne Both sexes in one body did remaine Till Ioue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this deuision he the hart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the hart That if there were a reuniting euer Ech part might know which was his counterpaâ—â— See then deere loue th' Indenture of my hart And reade the Cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your hart be not the counterpart Of my true harts indented chast desire And if it bee so may it euer bee Twoo harts in one twixt you my Loue and mee I. S. An Inuectiue against Women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see to Are women sweete Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweete to them that inlie loue them Chaste discreet to all saue those that proue them â—re women wise Not wise but they be witty â—re women witty Yea the more the pitty â—hey are so witty and in witte so wily â—hat be you ne're so wise they will beguile yee â—re women footes Not fooles but fondlings many an women fond be faithfull vnto any â—hen snow-white swans do turne to colour sable â—hen women fond will be both firme and stable â—re women Saints No Saints nor yet no Deuills â—re women good Not good but needefull euills Angel-like that Deuills I do not doubt them needefull ills that few can liue without them â—â—e women prowd I passing prowd praise them â—â—e women kind I wondrous kind and please them â—â—r so imperious no man can indure them â—â—r so kinde-hearted any may procure them Ignoto An Elegie in Trimeter Iambickes Vnhappy Verse the witnes of my vnhappy state Make thy self fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And fly forth vnto my Loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerelesse at the cheerefull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on hir heau'nly Virginalls If in Bed tel her that mine eies can take no rest If at Board tel her that my mouth can taste no food If at her Virginalls tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffreth no sleepe Say that raging Loue doth appall the weake stomak Say that lamenting Loue marreth the musicall Tel hir that hir plesures were wont to lul me asleep Tel hir that hir beautie was wont to feed mine eies Tel hir that her sweet tongue was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindely rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely foode Now do I alwayes die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer SONNET MIne eie with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First prowd sith it presum'd to looke so hie a watchman being made stoode gazing by 2. and idle tooke no heede till I was caught And enuious beares enuy that by thought should in his absence be to her so nie to kill my heart mine eye let in her eie 4. and so consent gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue from her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. vnchaste a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. a glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damnd in Loues sweete fire H. C. SONNET To two most Honorable and Virtuous Ladies sisters YEe Sister-Muses doe not yee repine That I two Sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truely rare Then the whole Troope of all the heau'nly nine But if yee aske me which is more diuine I answer Like to their twinne-eies they are Of which ech is more bright than brightest starr Yet neither doth more bright than other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious toâ—gues take pleasure to speake well How should I you commend sith eyther one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The onely praise I can you giue is this That One of you like to the Other is H. C. Of Cynthia TH' Ancient Readers or Heauens Booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To bee transitory This the learned only knew But now all men finde it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Landes and Seas shee rules below Where things change and ebbe and flowe Spring waxe olde and perish Only Time which all doth mowe Her alone doth cherish Times yong howres attend her still And her Eyes and Cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beautie All her louers olde do grow But their hartes they do not so In their Loue and duty This Song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at shew on horsebacke wherwith the right Honorablâ— the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnessâ— on Maie day last Finis