st That your fauours iealous Eies suppresse No onely Virtue neuer-sleeping Hath your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st That to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my Hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer A Quatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you prowdly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you SONNET IX To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeers-gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose Virtues rare Set in the golde of neuer-stain'd Nobilitie And noble minde shining in true humilitie Make you admir'de of all that vertuous are â—f as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deedes victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchles Tacitus would them historifie TheÌ„ Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd â—ut till your selfe or some such put them forth â—ccept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of Englist Poets Vpon his three seuerall sortes of Poesie Liricall in his Sonnets Tragicall in Rosamond and Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympiaes matchlesse Son whenas he knew How many crowns his fathers sword had gaind With smoaking sighs and deep-fetcht sobs did rew And his braue cheekes with scalding teares bedew 〈◊〉 that kingdomes now so few remain'd â—y his victorious Arme to bee obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spenser erst so far had spred his fame That hee was Monark deem'd of Poesie Thou didst I gesse eu'n burne with Iealousie Lest Lawrell were not left enough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac'te In highest seate So hath thy Muse surpast Spenser and all that doe with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crown aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdoms share The mighti'st Kings in might did match alone â—o of thy skill the greatnes thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kinde with thee compare One sharde out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall â—ut only Alexander all did wield â—o in soft pleasing Liricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magit Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the Graces treasure Vertues hope his friends sole pleasure This small Marble Stone lies vnder Which is often moyst with teares For such losse in such yong yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead â—ut from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was far vnfit For thy Beautie Grace and Wit 3 Thou aliue on Earth sweete Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy In high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of DIDO O most vnhappy DIDO â—nhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow â—nhappy in thy Mate â—nd in thy Louer most vnfortunate 〈◊〉 treason th' one was rest thee 〈◊〉 treason th' other left thee â—hat left thee meanes to flie with â—his left thee meanes to die with â—he former being dead â—om Brothers sword thou fliest â—e latter being fled â—n Louers sword thou diest Piu meritare che conseguire FRA. DAVISON SONNET I. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines imparte The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my harte For beeing charm'd by the bewitching arte Of those inveagling graces which attend you Loues holy fire makes mee breathe out in parte The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eies If mine Eies sinne their sinnes cause onely lies On your brite eies which haue my hart inflamed Since eies loue lines erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my Affection SONNET II. Loue in Iustice punnishable only with like Loue. BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue finde fauour in your Eyes But that your Eyes as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which froÌ„ themselues doth rise Yet this my humble suite do not despise Let mee bee iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome doe equalise What er'e it bee it shal not be refused And since my Loue already is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice doome mee as I haue confessed For in my Doome if Iustice bee regarded My Loue with Loue againe shall bee rewarded SONET III. Hee calls his Eares Eyes and Hart as witnesses of her sweet voyce beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAyre is thy face and great thy wits perfection So fayre alas so hard to bee exprest That if my tyred pen should neueâ— rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their neast And that your face is such a flint-hard breast By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnes mine Eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine Eyes rauisht when you they see Beauty and Vertue witnesse Eyes and Eares In you sweet Saint haue equall soueraingntie But if nor Eyes nor Eares can prooue it true Witnesse my Hart their 's none that equalls you SONNET V. Prayse of her Eyes excelling all Comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot deuise Words fit to blaze the worth your Eies coÌ„tains Whose nameles woorth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceed the name of eies Eyes they be not but worldes in which these lies More blisse then this wide world besides coÌ„tains Worlds they be not but starres whose influence raignes Ouer my Life and Lifes felicities Stars they bee not but Suns whose presence driues Darknes from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my hart Since then in Earth nor Heau'n they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Lady to bee condemned of Ignorance or Crueltie AS shee is faire so faithfull I My seruice shee her grace I merit Her beautie doth my Loue inherit But Grace shee doth deny O knowes shee not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small Remorce For the guilt thereof must
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
lie Vpon one of these of force Her Ignorance or Cruelty As shee is faire so cruell shee I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which Pitties source should bee Too well shee knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Vpon this a lone of force Her vndeserued Cruelty As shee is faire so were shee kinde Or beeing cruel could I wauer Soone should I either win her fauer Or a new Mistresse finde But neyther out alas may bee Scorne in her and loue in mee So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge shee may if shee compare My loue vnto her Crueltie SONNET VI. Contention of Loue and Reason for his Hart. REason and Loue lately at strife contended Whose Right it was to haue my minds protectioÌ„ Reason on his side Natures wil pretended Loues Title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to ende this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soon broght those thoghts into subiectioÌ„ By Beauties troopes which on my saint depended Yet since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie On this Condition it by loue was rendred That endles Praise by Reason should be tendred As a due Tribute to her conquering Beautie Reason was pleasde withall and to loues Royalty He pledg'de my Hart as Hostage for his Loyalty SONNET IIII. That she hath greater power ouer his happines and life then either Fortune Fate or Starres LEt Fate my Fortune and my Starres conspire Ioâ—ntly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be graeious in your heauenly Face I wey not Fates nor Starres nor Fortunes yre T' is not the influence of Heauens Fire Hath power to make me blessed in my Race Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expyre T' is your faire Eyes my Starres all blisse doo giue T is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happy liue Though Fortune Fate Stars conspyre mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take mee â—ortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me SONNET VII Of his Ladies weeping WHat need I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to bee thus banisht from thine Eyes Since your own Tears with me doo Sympathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with floods of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory banks they did not rise Till others enuying their felicities Did presse theÌ„ forth that they might there be blest Some of which Teares prest forth by violence Your lippes with greedy kissing strait did drinke And other some vnwilling to part thence Inamourd on your cheekes in them did sincke And some which from your Face were forc'd away In signe of Loue did on your Garments stay SONNET VIII Hee paints out his Torments SWeet to my cursed life some fauour showe Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my Senses sence of life retaine Since sence doth only yeeld mee sence of woe For now mine Eyes only your frownes doo know Mine Eeares heare nothing els but your disdaine My lips taste nought but teares and smel is paine Banisht your lips where Indian Odours grow And my deuoted Hart your Beauties slaue Feeles nought but scorne oppression distresse Made eu'n of wretchednes the wretched Caue Nay too too wretched for vilde wretchednesse For euen sad sighes as loathing there to rest Struggle for passage from my Greefe-swolne brest ODE II. A dialogue betweene him and his Hart. AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With prayers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Hart let her goe for shee 'le not be conuarted Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no. Shee is most faire though shee be marble harted How often haue my sighs declar'de mine anguish Wherein I dayly languish Yet doth shee still procure it Hart let her goe for I can not endure it Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no. Shee gaue the wound and shee alone must cure it The trickling tears that down my cheeks haue flowed My loue haue often showed Yet still vnkind I proue her Hart let her goe for nought I do can moue her Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no. Though mee shee hate I can not chuse but loue her But shall I still a true affection owe her Which prayers sighs teares do shew her And shall shee still disdaine mee Hart let her goe if they no grace can gaine mee Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no. Shee made mee hers and hers shee will retaine mee But if the Loue that hath and still doth burne mee No loue at length returne mee Out of my thoughts I le set her Hart let her goe oh hart I pray thee let her Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no Fixt in the hart how can the hart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile mee Till teares sighes prayers fayle mee Shall yet my Loue perseuer Hart let her goe if shee will right thee neuer Say shal shee goe Oh no no no no no Teares sighs praiers faile but true loue lasteth eueâ— SONNET IX His Sighes and Teares are bootlesse I Haue entreated and I haue complained I haue disprays'd and prayse I like wise gaue All meanes to win her Grace I tryed haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my Tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pitty craue That now nor Tongue nor Pen to me her slaue Remaines whereby her Grace may be obtained Yet you my Sighs may purchace mee releefe And yee my Teares her rocky hart may moue Therefore my sighes sigh in her eares my greefe And in her Hart my Teares imprint my Loue. But cease vaine sighes cease cease yee fruitles teares Teares cannot pierce her Hart nor sighes hir Eares SONNET X. Her Beautie makes him loue euen in despaire WOunded with Greefe I weepe sigh plaine Yet neither plaints nor sighs nor tears do good But all in vaine I striue against the flood Gaining but greefe for greefe paine for paine Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distain Leauing ingrauen Sorrow where they stood And though my sighs consuming vp my blood For Loue deseru'd reape vndeseru'd Disdaine And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse harte more hard then steele Yet such alas such is your Beauties force Charming my Sence that though this hâ—ll I feele Though neither plaints nor sighs nor tears caÌ„ moue you Yet must I still persist euer to loue you SONNET XI Why her Lips yeeld him no words of Comfort OFt doo I plaine and shee my plants doth reede Which in black colors do paint forth my wo So that of force she must my sorrow know And know for her disdaine my hart doth bleede And knowledge must of Force some pitty breede
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
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