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Laura The toyes of a traueller. Or The feast of fancie. Diuided into three parts. By R.T. Gentleman.
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Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.
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Or ought hereby shalt hindred be sweet VVench Since I to courteous thee doo giue againe As thankfull gold for gold in recompence Thy treasure so shall mine be mine as thine Nor shall th'exchange be worse than gold most fine XVII Rockt in a cradle like as Infants bee VVhen I was yong a little wanton childe Two daintie dugs did nourish life in mee VVhilst oft on them with teate in mouth I smilde Ah happie I thrice happie might I say VVhilst in that harmlesse state I then did stay But now that I am come to mans estate Such dugs as nurst me in delight and ioy Doo seeke my death by poysonous sugred baâ— VVhose sight without possession breeds me noy So vvhat in childhood caused me to liue Novv in my youth doth death vnto me giue XVIII If Sea no other thing doth shew to bee Than most vnstable vvaters moouing oft With pardon Ladie you this seeme to mee So most vnstable is your changing thought I likevvise hold a riuer that orevvhelmes With vvatrie salt vvithin these eyes of mine Then let vs make a mixture mongst our selues Of this vnstedfastnes and vvatrie brine Lets fashion both of vs a nouell Sea So heauen the hauen and loue the bay shalbee XIX Ladie the Sunne was in Aquarius VVhen thou werâ— borne which is the reason why The water of my plaines delight thee thur VVithout once viewing me with piteous eye But when as I was borne the Signe I gesse In Cancer was a show of my distresse This is the cause vvithin my boyling brest Doth burne a hot and vnextinguishe fire But contrarie these Signes in vs doe rest Nor doo they vvell accord to my desire Farre better had it been Aquarius Signe Had hapt to mee and Cancer had been thine XX. What time with brow the Loueliest give to scowle Shewing disdaine and furie in her face Mee thinkes I see the clowdes wer darke and fowle And gloomie night begins to run his race But then againe when she to show begins Her smiling chere adornd with 〈◊〉 rare Straight waies the Sunne in charies bright forth springs Clere are the skies the gladsome day most faire Thus in one face I see against my will The rising of the Sunne and falling still XXI Ranckle the wound did in my head apace When fairest Shee to play the 〈◊〉 came And whilst her snow white hand did me the grace To lay the plaister 〈◊〉 which heald the same A wonder strange no sooner did she tuch The hurt but it appeard to be 〈◊〉 such Yet woe is me no sooner by their hand Was heald in head my outward feâ—â—ring wound But that in sted of that as 〈…〉 One mortall sear at inward hart I found Thus Loue thou seest is changed my estate She checkes with death that â—ore gaue life for mate Venice XXII If in the midst of kindled burning fire That worthy Romane burnt his valiant hand I like an other Mutius in desire Haue scorcht my fiâ—t likewise through Loues command In freshest moysture where my Ladie svveet Her lilly hands for coolnes diued oft But though desire betvveene vs vvas alike Yet vvas the matter diuers vvhich vve sought He chose to burne his hand with courage bold In flaming fire and I in water cold XXIII The Gentiles 〈◊〉 in signe of sacrifice The blood of men to offer to appease The vvarlike Goddesse vvrath in humble vvise And through the same her angrie minde did please But thou more wicked Warrier farre than shee In reason maist more cruell termed bee On Beauties altar to thee dedicate Thousands of Louers mustering on a row Offer their blood and harts yet mitigate Thy hardned minde cannot which flint doth show Then is she cruell lesse than thou art now Since blood her pleasd and thee harts cannot bow XXIIII For to behold my Sunne I from the Sunne Did seeke my face to shadow with my hand To shield me from the heate that gan to come In place where gazing on her I did stand But I no sooner from that Sunne was free But that in that selfe instant and that time I of mine owne Sunne found myselfe to bee Burnt with the heate a most vnluckie signe So whilst a shade from sunne did me defend A Sunne more hot did hurt me in the end XXV White was the orient pearle which on a day That hand me gaue which scornes the proud compare Of purest white and beares the palme away As of all pearly faires the orientst faire And whilst she offred vnto mee the same I knew not which the pearle was of the twaine So white the hand was of my peerlesse Pearle As it did dazle with delight mine eyes And pearle seemd to me giuing me the pearle Which made me sighing say in whispring wise Ah why once may I not so happie bee This Pearle to haue which th' other giues to mee XXVI VVhen you appeare appeares the breake of day And shewes to be most faire and passing bright But if you keep your selfe vnseene away The day showes not but keepeth out of sight Then if againe you gin your selfe to show Behold the Day to shew it selfe afresh VVith skie most clere so both of you doo grow In beautie like in heate nor are you lesse Thus if your beames you ope or hidden been The breake of day appeares els nere is seene XXVII Iustly of thee Loue partiall I complaine That at one instant and vvith one selfe stroke Thou darted hast into my hart vvith paine Cold chilly frost and fierie flaming smoke Ay me vvithin me both I secret hold And whilst th' one bornes me th' other makes me cold Then Cruell since thou wilt two contraries Against my soule within my hart shall rest Ah yet mak peace twixt them in louing wise Or els sweete Loue doo promise this at least Flame to my frost and water to my fire Life to my hart to comfort my desire XXVIII Diana shineth in the heauens cleere Because from purest Sunne she takes her light And Faire she showes that of Diana heere On earth doth borrow beautie passing bright The vertue then that is infusde in her She from Diana hath or els from none For other thewes doo all in her 〈◊〉 And vnto her beholding are alone Oh wonder strange of Nature to reueale She Dian giues yet doth from Dian steale Siena XXIX As burnisht gold such are my Souereignes heares A brace of startes deuine her blackish eyes Like to the fairest blacke the Rauen beares Or fairer if you fairer can deuile So likewise faire's the beautie of her brests Where pleasure lurkes where ioy still dallying rests This Venus bower you rightly may compare To whitest snow that ere from heauen fell Or to the mynes of alabaster faire Woe's mee tis sweete to sleepe in Cupids cell Whilst he the hart makes surfet with delight Through golden haire black eyes brest most white XXX Vnto thy fauour which when Nature formd She went beyond her selfe with cunning hand I may compare what is in world adornd With
plaine appeare Like faith like hardnesse and like brightnes cleare II. Maruel I do not though thou doest not see My griefes and martires which I still sustaine For thou the Mole of loue doest seeme to me But if a Mole th'art onely to my paine How comes it then that seeing thou art blinde Thou me consumst as if thou hadst thy sight Why as thy nature by instinct doth bind Stayest not below packe hence and leaue this light Either those eies stil shut not me to grieue Or vnder ground in darkenes alwayes liue III. If whilome in times past that Spartane Lasse The Flower of Greece Dan Paris costly ioy Through her faire feature the onely causer was So manie Knights were slaine at Siedge of Troy Thou Laura art vnlike vnto her farre In this our Age a much more blessed Starre For she brought warres strife death and crueltie Where thou alone bringst peace and pleasure still Ah happie thrice that liggs in loue with thee And if by chance vnwares thou sometime kill Thou with thy smile the wound canst heale againe And giue him life whom thou before hadst slaine Pisae IIII. Shoot forth no more those darts from lightning eyes Vnkinde why seekst to stop my fainting breath Goe and inuent some new kinde exercise Play the right Tyrant choyces vse in death New weapons seeke wherewith mee to offend Whereby I dying content may rest thy will But tell me wouldst so faine my life should end And knowst not sweet extreames doo sudden kill Cruell kisse me but once and thou shalt see Ended my life with that same Kisse to bee V. If what is heauie craues the Center base The earth below as nature willes the same Heauie the wofull griefes are in this case Which inward in my heart I do sustaine And if what's light by kinde aloft doth mount Then light's my Loue with thee of light account So that in doubtfull dangerous extreame Wretch that I am my selfe am sore afraide And doubt of thee so farre from golden meane Nor know I wel out of this depth to wade Lest that my life be shortned or I die VVhether it heauy falles or light ascends on hie VI. Ladie what time I seeke in mournefull note To shew mine agonies and bloudie mone My voyce doth faile and hoarse and harsh my throte And this doth come through you through you alone For whilst I thinke by meanes of you in song To mittigate some part of this my smart Insteede thereof you do me double wrong And with a glaunce you take away my hart So that I finde great hurt by this your theft Since where before but voyce now hart's bereft VII As rockes become exposde gainst waues and winde More hard such is thy nature stubborne Dame Opposde gainst waters of my plaints most kind And windes of mine hote sighes which inward flame That hardnes such to encrease bout heart is found As 〈◊〉 soft might seeme the Diamond Hence forward then let no man thinke to mooue By weeping or lamenting to his will This selfe willd saint which too too well I prooue A senselesse stone to be vnto â—e still Since to my griefe from all good lucke debard With plaints and sighes she doth become more hard VIII Harke louers harke a strangie myracle Of one depriude of heart yet death doth scape Mine â— a flower gaue me which sweete did smell And for the same away my life did take So that I only breathe through sent of flower And without heart not without life I liue Then is not this of mightie Loue his power A wonder strange which he for sport doth giue When that a flower sustaineth me alone VVith life who in my bodie heart haue none IX VVhen I did part from thee the other night Me thought a sowle blacke Dog with vgly shape Did follow me and did me sore affright And all the way did greedy on me gape Nor I this curre how he at me did howle Can well as yet forget with chaps most fowle Then thinking of his colour hatefull blacke Me thought some ill my Thought did feare to come And said within me turne againe turne backe If forward thou doest go thou art vndone Then pardon Lady if I backe againe Am come this night with you for to remaine X. My mourning mistresse garments blacke doth beare And I in blacke like her attired am Yet diuers is the cause why blacke we weare She for anothers death doth shew the same I for another reason beare this suâ—e Onely to shew by this my outward weede Mine inward griefe although my tongue be mute Of tender heart which deadly sighes doth bleede Thriâ—e happy I if as in habite we Are both in one our mindes both one might be XI If April fresh doth kindely giue vs flowers September yeeldes with more increase the frute Sweetest you haue in bosome Beauties Bowers Both these sweete tides whence forth they alwayes shute Both flower and fruite alonely you alone Can giue me when you please or else can none Oh dainty bosome bosome rich in prise Surmounting mountaines huge of beaten gold Whose whitenes braues the whitest snow that lies On highest hilles whose height none can behold In you my soule doth hope without annoy Both spring and haruest one day to enioy Roma XII Drawne cunning Painter hast thou with great 〈◊〉 The shadow of my louely Laura faire Which obiect sweet not smally ioyes my hart But little didst thou thinke nor wait thou ware That where thou thoughtst my fancie for to please Effect contrary sortes to my Desire So that it breedes in bodie â—â—ine vnease And senslesse burnes my hart with feeling fire Oh strange successe what made was for Content Doth most displease and liuelesse doth â—orment XIII When first the cruell Faire deignd graciously To looke on mee with kinde and curteous view And cast on mee a louely glauncing eye She knew not that I was her seruant trew But she no sooner ware was of the same But that she turnd her backe with great disdaine So as the wound I then close bare in brest I now through griefe show outward in my face But if that she by whom I wounded rest Liues in compassion cold toward me sanz grace Hard harted is she cruell was she to her frend And wicked shalbe world withouten end XIIII VVhen first the Sunne did shine vpon her eyes VVho fairest mongst her beauteous Sex doth show The Heauens her daintie corps in curteous wise Couerd with chilly cold and whitest snow She through the nature of that Humor cold Both coldest Ice at once and purest VVhite Drawes to her selfe then none for strange should hold Though to mee faire and cruell is her sight Since that the Heauens for fauours did impart A snow-white corps to her and frozen hart XV. The duskie clowde in skie with shadow darke Doth couer oft the Sunnes most cleerest light So as his beames we cannot see nor marke And he himselfe doth play at least in fight Ah were I such a clowd on