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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03742	Songes and sonettes, written by the right honorable Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other	Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Wyatt, Thomas, Sir, 1503?-1542.; Grimald, Nicholas, 1519-1562.; Tottel, Richard, d. 1594.	1557 (1557)	STC 13861; ESTC S106407	140,215	240

the most entend Minerua yet might neuer perce their scull That Circes cup and Cupides brand hath blend Whose fonde affects now sturred haue their braine So doth thy hap thy hue with colour staine Beauty thy soe thy shape doubleth thy sore To hide thy wit and shew thy vertue vaine Fell were thy fate if wisdome were not moreâ— I meane by thee euen G. by name Whom stormy windes of enuy and disdaine Do tosse with boisteous blastes of wicked fame Where stedfastnesse as chiefe in thee doth raigne Paâ—ience thy setled minde dothe guide and stereâ— Silence and shame with many resteth there Till time thy mother list them forth to call Happy is he that may enioye them all Of the death of the late countisse of Penbroke YEt once againe my muse I pardon pray Thine intermitted song if I repeate Not in such wise as when loue was my pay My ioly wo with ioyfull verse to treate But now vnthanke to our desert be geuen Which merite not a heauens gift to kepe Thou must with me bewaile y t fate hath reuen From earth a iewel laied in earth to slepe A iewel yea a gemme of womanhed Whose perfect vertues linked as in chaine So did adorne that humble wiuelyhed As is not rife to finde the like againe For wit and learnyng framed to obey Her husbandes wil that willed her to vse The loue he bare her chiefely as a staye For al her frendes y t wold her furtherance chuse Wel saâ—d therfâ—re a heauens gift she was Because the best are sonest hence bereft And though her self to heauen hencâ— dyd passe Her spoyle to earth froÌ„ whence it came she left And to vs teares her absence to lament And eke his chance that was her make by law Whose losse to loâ—e so great an ornament Let theÌ„ esteme which true loues knot can drawâ— That eche thing is hurt of it self VVHy fearest thou thy outward fo When thou thy selfe thy harme dost fede Of grief or hurt of paine or wo. Withâ—n eche thing is sowen the sedeâ— So fine was neuer yet the cloâ—h No smith so hard his yron did beate But thone consumed was with moth Thother with canker all to freate The knotty oke and wainscot old Within doth eate the silly worme Euen so a minde in enuy roâ—d Alwaies within it self doth burne Thus euerâ— thing that nature wâ—ought Within it selfe his hurt doth beaâ—e No outward harme nede to be sought Where enemies be within so neare Of the choise of a wife THe flickering flame that flieth from eare to eare And ay her â—trength encreaseth with her flight Geues first the cause why men to heare delight Of those whom she doth note for beautie bright And with this fame that fleeth on so fast Fansy doth hye when reason makâ—s no hast And yet not so content they wishe to see And therby know if fame haue saide aright More trusting to the trial of their eye Then to the brute that goes of any weight Wise in that point that lightly will not leue Unwrie to se that may them after greue Who knoweth not how sight may loue allurâ— And kindle in the hart a hot desire The eye to worke â—hat same could not procure Of greater cause there commeth hotter fire For ere he weâ—e himselfe he feleth warme The fame and eye the causers of his harme Let fame noâ— make her knoweÌ„ whoÌ„ I shall knowâ— For yet mine eye therin to be my guydeâ— Suffiseth me that vertue in her grow Whose simple life her fathers walles do hide Content with this I leaue the rest to go And in such choise shall stande my welth and wo. Description of an vngodly worde VVHo loues to liue in peace and marketh euery change shall here such newes froÌ„ time to time as seme right woÌ„drouâ— straÌ„ge â—uch fraud in frendly lokes such frendship all for game Such cloked wrath in hatefull harâ—s which worldly men retaine Such fayned flattring faith amongs both hye and lowâ— Such great deceit such subtil wittes the poore to ouerthrow Such spite in sugred tonges such malice fâ—ll of pride Such open wrong such great vntâ—uth which cannot go vnspide Such resâ—lesse sute for rowmesâ— which bringeth men to care Such sliding downe from sâ—ippery seates yet can we not beware Such barking at â—he good such bolstering of the ill Such threatning of the wrath of god such vice embraced styll â—uch striuing for the best such climing to estate Such great dissembling euery â—here such loue al mixt with hateâ— Such traines to trap the iust such prolling fautes to pike Such cruell woordes for speaking trouth who euer heard the like Such strife for sturriâ—g strawes such discorde daily wrought Such forged â—ales dul wits to blind such matters made of nought Such trifles tolde for trouth such crediting of lies Such silâ—nce kept when fooles do speak such laughing at the wise Such plenty made â—o scarce such crying for redresse Such feaâ—ed signes of our decay which â—ong dares not expresse Such changes lighâ—ly markt such troubles still apperes which neuer wâ—re before this time no not this thousand yeres Such bribing â—or the purse which euer gapes for more Such hording vp of worldly welth such keping mucke in store Such folly â—ounde in age such will in tender youth Such soÌ„dry â—orâ—es among great clerkes few that speake y e trueth Such falshed vnder craft and such vnstedfast waies was neuer seen within mens harts as is found now a dayes The cause and grounde of this is our vnquiet mynde which â—hinks to take those goods away which we must leue behind why do men seke to get which they can not possesseâ— Or breake their slepes with careful thoughtes al for wretchednes Though one amonges a skore hath welth and case a while A thousanâ— want which toileth sore and trauaile many a myle And some although they slepe yet welth falles in their lap Thus some be riche and some be poore as fortune geues the hap wherfore I holde him wisâ— which thinkes himself at ease And is content in simple state both god and man to please For those that liue like godâ— and honoured are to â—ay within short time thâ—ir glory failes as flowers do fade away Uncertaine is thâ—ir liues on whom this world will frowne For though thâ—y sit â—bâ—ue y â— staâ—res a storme may â—trike theÌ„ downe In wealth who fearâ—â— no fâ—llâ— may slide from ioy full soone There is nothing so suâ—e on earth but changeth as the moone what pleasure hath the riche or case more thâ—n the poore Although he haue a pleasant house his trouble is the more They bowe and speake him feire which seke to sucke his blood And some do wishe his soule in hel and al to haue his good The coueting of the goodes doth nought but dull the sprite And some men chaunce to tast the sower that gropeth for â— the swete The riche is styl enuied by those which eate his bread With fawning speche and flattering tales his

of Orestes ring Down Thesâ—us went to hell Pirith his frend to finde O that the wiues in these our daies wer to their mates so kindeâ— Ciceroâ— the frendly man to Atticusâ— his frend Of frendship wrote such couples lo doth lot but seldome lend Recount thy race noâ— ronne how few shalt thou there see Of whom to say This same is he that neuer fayled mee So rare a iewell then must nedes be holden dere And as thou wilt esteem thy self so take thy chosen fereâ— The tirant in dispaire no lacke of gold bewayls But Out I am vndoon saith he for all my frendship fails Wherfore sins nothing is more kindely for our kinde Next wisdome thus that teacheth vs loue we the frendful minde The death of Zoroas an Egyptian Astronomer in the first fight that Alexander had with the Persians NOw clattering armes now ragyng broyls of warre Ganâ—â—â—â—e the noyes of dredfull trompets clang Shrowded with shafts the heuen with clowd of darts Couered the ayre against full fatted bulls As forceth kindled yre the Lyons keen whose greedy gutts the gnawyng honger pricks So Macedoins against the Persians fare Now corpses hide the purpurde soyl with blood Large slaughter on ech side but Perses more Moyst feelds be bledd their harts and nombers bate Fainted while they geue back and fall to flight The lightening Macedon by swoords by gleaus By bands and trowps of fotemen with his garde Speeds to Darie but him his nearest kyn Oxate preserues with horsemen on a plump Before his carr that none the charge could geue Here grunts here grones ech where strong youth is spent Shakyng her bloody hands Bellone among The Perses soweth all kynde of cruel death with throâ—e ycutt he roores he lieth along His entrails with a lance through girded quite Him smites the club him wounds farstrikyng bow And him the sling and him the shinyng swoord Hee dieth he is all dead he pants he rests Right ouerstood in snowwhite armour braue The Memphite Zorâ—as a cunning clarke To whom the heauen lay open as his boke And in celestiall bodies he could tell The mouyng metyng light aspect eclips And influence and constellacions all What earthly chances would betide what yere Of plenty storde what signe forwarned derth How winter gendreth snow what temperature In the primetide doth season well the soyl Why somer burns why autumne hath ripe grapes Whether the circle quadrate may become Whether our times heauens harmony can yelde Of four begins among them selues how great Proporcion is what sway the erryng lightes Doth send in course gayn that first mouyng heauen What grees one from another distant be what starre doth let the hurtfull sire to rage Or him more milde what opposition makes What fire dothâ— qualify Mauorses fire what house ech one doth seke what planet raignes Within this hemisphere or that small things I speake whole heauen he closeth in his brest This sage then in the starres had spied the fates Threatned him death without delay and sithe He saw he could not fatall order change Forward he preast in battayle that he might Mete with the ruler of the Macedoins Of his right hand desâ—rous to be slayne The boldest beurn and worthiest in the felde And as a wight â—ow weary of his life And sekyng death in first front of his rage Comes desperatly to Alexanders face At him with darts one after other throwes With reckles wordes and clamour him prouokes And saith Nectanabs bastard shamefull stain Of mothers bed why losest thou thy strokes Cowards among Turne thee to me in case Manhod there be so much left in thy hart Come fight with me that on my helmet weare Appolloes laurell both for learnings laude And eke for martiall praise that in my shield The seuenfold sophie of Minerue contein A match more meet sir king than any here The noble prince amoued takes ruthe vpon The wilfull wight and with soft wordes ayen O monstrous man quod he what so thou art I pray the lyue ne do not with thy death This lodge of lore the Muses mansion marr That treasure house this hand shall neuer spoyl My sword shall neuer bruse that skilfull braine Long gatherd heapes of science sone to spyll O how faire frutes may you to mortall men From wisdomes garden geue How many may By you the wiser and the better proue what error what mad moode what phrensy thee Perswades to be downe sent to depe Auerne Where no arts florish nor no knowledge vails For all these sawes when thus the souerain sayd Alighted Zoroas with sword vnsheathed The careles king there smot aboue the greue At thopenyng of his quishes wounded him So that the blood down reyled on the ground The Macedon perceiuyng hurt gan gnash But yet his minde he bent in any wise Him to forbear set spurs vnto his stâ—de And turnde away lest anger of his smart Should cause reuenger hand deale balefull blowes But of the Macedonian chieftains knights One Meleager could not beare this sight But ran vpon the said Egyptian reuk And cut him in both knees he fell to ground Wherwith a whole rout came of souldiers stern And all in pieces hewed the silly seg But happily the soule fled to the starreâ— Where vnder him he hath full sight of all Wherat he gased here with reaching looke The Persians wailde such sapience to forgo The very fone the Macedonians wisht He woâ—ld haue liued king Alexander self Demde him a man vnmete to dye at all Who won like praise for conquest of his yre As for stout men in field that day subdued Who princes taught how to discerne a man That in his hed so rare a iewell beares But ouer all those same Camenes those same Deuine Camenes whose honour he procurde As tender parent doth his daughters weal Lamented and for thankes all that they can Do cherish'him deceast and set him free From dark obliuion of deuouring death Marcus Tullius Ciceroes death THerfore when restlesse rage of winde and waue Hee saw By fates alas calld for quod hee Is haplesse Cicero sayl on shape course To the next shore and bring me to my death Perdy these thanks reskued from ciuill swoord Wilt thou my countrey paye I see mine end So powers diuine so bid the gods aboue In citie saued that Consul Marcus shend Speakyng no more but drawyng from deep hart Great grones euen at the name of Rome rehearst His eies and chekes with showrs of teares he washt And though a rout in dayly daungers worne With forced face the shipmen held their teares And striuyng long the seas roughâ— floods to passe In angry windes and stormy showres made way And at the last safe ancred in the rode Came heauy Cicero a land with pain His fainted lims the aged sire doth draw And round about their master stood his band Nor greatly with their owne hard hap dismayd Nor plighted fayth proue in sharp time to break Some swordes prepare some their dere lord assist In littour layd they lead

procure them self to sweat With thoughtes that for the time do much appease my paine But yet they cause a farther feare and brede my woe againe Me thinke within my thought I se right plaine appere My hartes delight my sorowes leche mine earthly goddesse here With euery sondry grace that I haue sene her haue Thus I within my wofull brest her picture paint and graue And in my thought I roll her bewties to and fro Her laughing chere her louely looke my hart that perced so Her strangenes when I sued her seruant for to be And what she said and how she smiled when that she pitied me Then comes a sodaine feare that riueth all my rest Lest absence cause forgetfulnes to sink with in her brest For when I think how far this earth doth vs deuide Alas me seâ—es loue throwes me downe I fele how that I slide But then I think againe why should I thus mistrust So swete a wighte so sad and wise that is so true and iust For loth she was to loue and wauering is she not The farther of the more desirde thus louers tie their knot So in dispaire and hope plonged am I both vp an doune As is the ship with wind and waue when Neptune list to froune But as the watery showers delay the raging winde So doth good hope clene put away dispaire out of my minde And biddes me for to serue and suffer paciently For what wot I the after weale that fortune willes to me For those that care do know and tasted haue of trouble When passed is their wofull paine eche ioy shall seme them double And bitter sendes she now to make me tast the better The plesant swete when that it comes to make it seme the sweter And so determine I to serue vntil my breath Ye rather die a thousand times then once to false my faithe And if my feble corps through weight of woful smart Do faile or faint my wyll it is that still she kepe my hart And when thys carcas here to earth shalbe refarde I do bequeth my weried ghost to serue her afterwarde The meanes to attain happy life MArtial the thinges that do attain The happy life be these I finde The richesse left not got with pain The frutefull ground the quiet minde The egall frend no grudge no strife No charge of rule nor gouernance Without disease the healthful life The houshold of continuance The meane diet no delicate fare Trew wisdom ioyned with simplenesse The night discharged of all care where wine the wit may not oppresse The faithfull wife without debate Such slepes as may begile the night Contented with thine own estate Ne wish for death ne feare his might Praise of meane and constant estate OF thy life Thomas this compasse wel mark Not aye with ful sailes the hye seas to beat Ne by coward dred in shonning stormes dark On shalow shores thy keel in peril freat Who so gladly halseth the golden meane Uoide of daungers aduisdly hath his home Not with lothsome muck as a den vnclean Nor palacelike wherat disdain may glome The lofty pyne the great winde often riues With violenter swey falâ—e turrets stepe Lightnings assault the hie mountains cliues A hart wel stayd in ouerthwartes depe Hopeth amendes in swete doth feare the sowre God that sendeth withdraweth winter sharp Now il not aye thus once Phebus to lowre With bowe vnbent shal cesse and frame to harp His voice In straite estate appere thou stout And so wisely when lucky gale of winde All thy puft sailes shal fill loke wâ—ll about Take in a ryft hast is wast profe doth finde Praise of certaine psalmes of Dauid translated by sir T. w. the elder THe great Macedon that out of Persle chased Darius of whose huge power all Asie rong In the rich ark dan Homers rimes he placed who fayned gestes of heathen princes song What holy graue what worthy sepulture To Wiattes Psalmes should Christians then purchase where he doth paint the liuely faith and pure The stedfast hope the swete returne to grace Of iust Dauid by perfite penitence Where rulers may see in a mirrour clere The bitter frute of false concupiscence How Iewry bought Urias death full dere In princes harts Gods scourge imprinted depe Ought them awake out of their sinfull slepe Of the death of the same sir T. w. DYuers thy death do diuersly bemone Some that in presence of thy liuelyhed Lurked whose brestes enuy with hate had swolne Yeld Ceasars teares vpon Pompeius hed Some that watched with the murdrers knife With eger thirst to drink thy giltlesse blood Whose practise brake by happy end of life With enuious teares to heare thy fame so good But I that knew what harbred in that hed What vertues rare were temperd in that brest Honour the place that such a iewell bred And kisse the ground whereas thy corse doth rest With vapord eyes from whence such streames auaâ—l As Pyramus did on Thisbes brest bewail Of the same VVResteth here that quick could neuer rest Whose heauenly giftes encreased by disdain And vertue sank the deper in his brest Such profit he by enuy could obtain A head where wisdom misteries did frame Whose hammers bet still in that liuely brain As on a stithe where that some work of fame Was dayly wrought to turne to Britaines gaine A visage stâ—rn and mylde where both did grow Uice to contemne in vertue to reioyce Amid great stormes whom grace assured so To liue vpright and smile at fortunes choyce A hand that taught what might be said in rime That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit A mark the which vnparfited for time Some may approch but neuer none shal hit A toung that serued in forein realmes his king whose courteous talke to vertue did enflame Eche noble hart a worthy guide to bring Our English youth by trauail vnto fame An eye whoâ—e iudgement none affect could blinde Frendes to allure and foes to reconcile Whose persing loke did represent a minde With vertue fraught reposed void of gile A hart where dreade was neuer so imprest To hide the thought that might the trouth auance In neither fortune loft nor yet represt To swel in wealth or yeld vnto mischance A valiaunt corps where force and beawty met Happy alas to happy but for foes Liued and ran the race that nature set Of manhodes shape where she the mold did lose But to the heauens that simple soule is fled Which left with such as couet Christ to know Witnesse of faith that neuer shall be ded Sent for our helth but not receiued so Thus for our gilte this iewel haue we lost The earth his bones the heauens possesse his gost Of the same IN the rude age when knowledge was not rife If Ioue in Create and other were that taught â—rtes to conuert to profit of one life wend after death to haue their temples sought If vertue yet no voide vnthankfull time Failed of some to blast her

of some A common practise vsed nyght and day But I am here in kent and christendome Among the Muses where I reade and ryme Where if thou list myne owne Ihon Poyns to come Thou shalt be iudge how I do spende my time How to vse the court and him selfe therin written to sir Fraunces Brian A Spendyng hand that alway powreth out Had nede to haue a bringer in as fast And on the stone that styll doth turne about There groweth no mosse These prouerbes yet do last Reason hath set them in so sure a place That length of yeares their force can neuer wasâ—e When I remember this and eke the case wherin thou standst I thought forthwith to write Brian to thee who knowes how great a grace In writyng is to counsayle man the right To thee therfore that trottes styll vp and downe And neuer restes but runnyng day and nyght From realme to realme from citie strete and towne Why doest thou weare thy body to the bones And mightest at home slepe in thy bedde of downe And drinke good ale so nappy for the nones Fede thy selfe fatte and heape vp pounde by pound Likest thou not this No. Why For swine so groines In stye and chaw dung moulded on the ground And driuell on pearles with heade styll in the maunger So of the harpe the asse doth heare the sound So sackes of durt be filde The neat courtier So serues for lesse then do these fatted swine Though I seme leane and drye withouten moyster Yet wyll I serue my prince my lord and thyne And let them liue to fede the paunch that list So I may liue to fede both me and myne By God well said But what and if thou wist How to bring in as fast as thou doest spende That would I learne And it shal not be mist To tell thee how Now harke what I intende Thou knowest well first who so can seke to please Shall purchase frendes where trouth shall but offend Flee therefore truth it is both welth and ease For though that trouth of euery man hath praise Full neare that winde goeth trouth in great misease Use vertue as it goeth now a dayes In worde alone to make thy language swete And of thy dede yet do not as thou saies Els be thou sure thou shalt be farre vnmete To get thy breade ech thyng is now so skant Seke styll thy profit vpon thy bare fete Lend in no wise for feare that thou do want Unlesse it be as to a calfe a chese But if thou can be sure to winne a canâ— Of halfe at least It is not good to leese Learne at the ladde that in a long white cote From vnder the stall withouten landes or feese Hath lept into the shoppe who knowes by rote This rule that I haue told thee here before Sometime also rich age beginnes to dote Se thou when there thy gaine may be the more Stay him by the arme where so he walke or go Be nere alway and if he coughe to sore What he hath spit treade out and please him so A diligent knaue that pikes his masters purse May please him so that he withouten mo Executour is And what is he the wurse But if so chance thou get nought of the man The wydow may for all thy paine disburse A riueld skynne a stinkyng breath what than A tothelesse mouth shall do thy lippes no harme The golde is good and though she curse or banne Yet where thee list thou mayest lye good and warme Let the olde mule bite vpon the bridle Whilst there do lye a sweter in thy arme In this also se that thon be not idle Thy nece thy cosyn sister or thy daughter If she bee faire if handsome be her middle If thy better hath her loue besought her Auaunce his cause and he shall helpe thy nede It is but loue turne thou it to a laughter But ware I say so gold thee helpe and spede That in this case thou be not so vnwise As Pandar was in such a like dede For he the sole of conscience was so nice That he no gaine would haue for all his paine Be next thy selfe for frendshyp beares no price Laughest thou at me why do I speake in vaine No not at thee but at thy thrifty iest Wouldest thou I should for any losse or gayne Change that for golde that I haue tane for best Next godly thinges to haue an honest name Should I leaue that then take me for a beast Nay then farewell and if thou care for shame Content thee then with honest pouertie wyth free tong what thee mislikes to blame And for thy trouth sometime aduersitie And therwithall this guift I shall thee giue In this world now litle prosperitie And coyne to kepe as water in a siue The song of Iopas vnfinished VVHen Dido feasted first the wandring Troian knight whoÌ„ Iunos wrath w t storms did force in Libik saÌ„ds to light That mighty Atlas taught the supper lasting long With crisped lockes on golden harpe Iopas sang in song That same quod he that we the world do call and name Of heauen and earth with all contents it is the very frame Or thus of heauenly powers by more power kept in one Repugnant kindes in mids of whom the earth hath place alone Firme round of liuing thinges the mother place and nourse Without the which in egal weight this heuen doth hold his course And it is cald by name the first and mouing heauen The firmament is placed next conteining other seuen Of heauenly powers that same is planted full and thicke As shining lightes which we call stars that therin cleue sticke With great swift sway the first and with his restlesse sours Carieth it self and all those eyght in euen continâ—all cours And of this world so round within that rolling case Two points there be that neuer moue but firmly kepe their placeâ— The tone we see alway the tother standes obiect Against the same deuiding iust the ground by line direct Which by imaginacion drawen from the one to thother Toucheth the centre of the earth for way there is none other And these be calde the Poles descryde by starres not bright Artike the one northward we see Antartike thother hight The line that we deuise from thone to thother so As axel is vpon the which the heauens about do go Which of water nor earth of ayre nor fire haue kinde Therefore the substance of those same were hard for man to findeâ— But they bene vncorrupt simple and pure vnmixt And so we say been all those starres that in those same be sixt And eke those erring seuen in circle as they stray So calde because against that first they haue repugnant way And smaller by wayes to skant sensible to man To busy worke for my poore harpe let sing them he that can The wydest saue the first of all these nine aboue One hundred yere doth aske of space for one degree to moâ—e Of which degrees we make in

I make For mine executour and my frende That liuing did not me forsake Nor will I trust vnto my ende To see my body well conueyde In ground where that it shalbe laydeâ— Tombed vnderneth a goodly Oke With Iuy grene that fast is bound There this my graue I haue bespâ—ke For there my ladies name do souâ—d Beset euen as my teâ—tament tels With oken leaues and nothing els Grauen wheron shaâ—be exprest Here lyeth the body in this place Of him that liuing neuer cest To serue the fayrest that euer was The corps is here the hart he gaue To her for whom he lieth in graue And also set about my hersse Two lampes to burne and not to queint Which shalbe token and rehersse That my good will was neuer spent When that my corps was layd alow My spirit did sweare to serue no mo And if you want of ringing bels When that my corps goth into graue Repete her name and nothing els To whom that I was bonden slaue When that my life it shall vnframe My sprite shall ioy to heare her name With dolefull note and piteous sound Wherwith my hart did cleaue in twaine With such a song lay me in ground My sprite let it with her remayne That had the body to commend Till death therof did make an end And euen with my last bequest When I shall from this life depart I geue to her I loued best My iust my true and faithfull hart Signed with the hand as cold as stone Of him that liuing was her owne And if he here might liue agayne As Phenix made by death anew Of this she may assure her plaine That he will still be iust and trew Thus farewell she on liue my owne And send her ioy when I am gone The louer in dispeire lamenteth his case A Dieu desert how art thou spent Ah dropping teares how do ye washe Ah scalding â—ighes how be ye spent To pricke them forth that will not hast Ah payned hart thou gapst for grace Euen there where pitie hath no place As easy it is the stony rocke From place to place for to remoue As by thy plaint for to prouoke A fâ—osen hart from hate to loue What should I say such is thy lot To fawne on them that force the not Thus maist thou safely say and sweare That rigour raighneth and ruth doth faile In thanklesse thoughts thy thoughts do weâ—â— Thy truth thy faith may nought auaile For thy good will why should thou so Still graft where grace it will not grow Alas pore hart thus hast thou spent Thy flowryng time thy pleasant yeres With sighing voyce wepe and lament For of thy hope no frute apperes Thy true meanyng is paide with scorne That euer soweth and repeth no corne And where thou sekes a quiet port Thou dost but weigh agaynst the winde For where thou gladdest woldst resort There is no place for thee assinde Thy desteny hath set it so That thy true hart should cause thy wo. Of his maistresse m. Bâ— IN Bayes I boast whose braunch I beare Such ioy therin I finde That to the death I shall it weare To ease my carefull minde In heat in cold both night and day Her vertue may be sene When other frutes and flowers decayâ— The bay yet growes full grene Her berries fede the birdes full oft Her leues swete water make Her bowes be set in euery loft For their swete sauours sake The birdes do shrowd them from the cold In her we dayly see And men make arbers as they wold Under the pleasant tree It doth me good when I repayre There as these bayes do grow Where oft I walke to take the ayre It doth delight me soâ— But loe I stand as I wâ—re dome Her beauty fo to blase Wherwâ—th my sprâ—tes be ouercome So long theron I gase At last I turne vnto my walk In passing to and fro And to my self I smile and talk And then away I go Why smilest thou say lokers on what pleasure hast thou found With that I am as cold as stone And ready for to swound Fie fie for shame sayth fansy than Pluck vp thy faynted hart And speke thou boldly like a man Shrinke not for little smart Wherat I blushe and change my chere My senses ware so wâ—ake O god think I what make I here That neuer a word may speake I dare not sigh lest I be heard My lokes I slyly cast And still I stand as one were scarde Untill my stormes be past Then happy hap doth me reuiue The blood comes to my face A merier man is not aliue Then I am in that case Thus after sorow seke I rest When fled is fansies fit And though I be a homely gest Before the bayes I sitâ— Where I do watch till leaues do fall When winde the tree doth shake Then though my branch be very small My leafe away I take And then I go and clap my hands My hart doth leape for ioy These bayes do ease me from my bands That long did me annoy For when I do behold the same Which makes so faire a show I finde therin my maistresse name And se her vertues grow The louer complaineth his harty loue not requited WHen Phebus had the serpent slaine He claymed Cupides boe which strife did turne him to great paine The story well doth proue For Cupide made him fele much woe In sekyng Dephnes loue This Cupide hath a shaft of kinde Which wounded many a wight Whose golden hed had power to binde Ech hart in Uenus bandes This arrow did on Phebus light Which came from Cupides handes An other shast was wrought in spiteâ— Which headed was with lead Whose nature quenched swete delight That louers most embrace In Dephnes brest this cruell head Had found a dwellyng place But Phebus fonde of his desire Sought after Dephnes so He buâ—nt with heat she felt no fire Full fast she fled him fro He gate but hate for his good will The gods assigned so My case with Phebus may compare His hap and mine are one I cry to her that knowes no eare Yet seke I to her most When I approche then is she gone Thus is my labour lost Now blame not me but blame the shaft That hath the golden head And blame those gods that with their craft Such arrowes forge by kinde And blame the cold and heauy lead That doth my ladies minde A praise of m. M. IN court as I behelde the beauty of eche dame Of right my thought froÌ„ all the rest should M. steale the sameâ— But er I ment to iudge I vewed with such aduise As retchlesse dome should not inuade the boundes of my deuise And whiles I gased long such heat did brede within As Priamus towne felt not more flame wheÌ„ did the bale begin By reasons rule ne yet by wit perceue I could That M face of earth yfound enioy such beauty should And fansy doubted that from heauen had Uenus come To norish rage in Britaynes harts while

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