Scillaes Metamorphosis Enterlaced with the vnfortunate loue of Glaucus VVhereunto is annexed the delectable discourse of the discontented Satyre with sundrie other most absolute Poems and Sonnets Contayning the detestable tyrannie of Disdaine and Comicall triumph of Constancie Verie fit for young Courtiers to peruse and coy Dames to remember By Thomas Lodge of Lincolnes Inne Gentleman O vita misero longa foelici breuis Imprinted at London by Richard Ihones and are to be sold at his shop neere Holburne bridge at the signe of the Rose and Crowne 1589. TO HIS ESPECIALL good friend Master Raph Crane and the rest of his most entire wellwillers the Gentlemen of the Innes of Court and Chauncerie Thomas Lodge of Lincolnes Inne Gent. Wisheth increase of worship and continuance in vertue SVVeete Master Crane I had not thought at this instant to haue partaked my passions with the print whose discontented thoughts so long inured to obscuritie were diuorsed many yeares since from vaine glories inordinate follie but the base necessities of an extrauagant melancholie mate that had no other vnde of quod ad victum attinet but the forestalling of other mens inuentions made my vnperfit Poems in spite of waste paper to hazard an apprenteship in Poules so that that which in the first peeping foorth was wholie predestinate to your friendship by an vnderhand marte is made the mercinarie recreation of euerie ridiculous mate Our wits now a daies are waxt verie fruitefull and our Pamphleters more than prodigall So that the postes which stoode naked a tedious non terminus doo vaunt their double apparrell as soone as euer the Exchequer openeth and euerie corner is tooke vp with some or other penilesse companion that will imitate any estate for a two pennie almes I could afford you whole seruices of absurdities that would disquiet the disgestion of Arte vsque ad nausaeam were it not that I pittie to particularize simple fellowes imperfections and am altogether loath to aduenture my paines in so vngratefull a Prouince For transformed Scilla how euer she hapned now to bee disioyned from disdainfull Charybdis thinke not but if they haue good shipping they wil meete ere long both in one shop and landed they had at this instant in one and the selfe same bay if Scilla the vnfortunater of the two had not met with a needie pirate by the way Ariued shee is though in a contrary coast but so wrackt and weather beaten through the vnskilfulnes of rough writers that made their poast haste passage by night as Glaucus would scarce know her if he met her yet my hope is Gentlemen that you wil not so much imagine what she is as what shee was insomuch as from the shop of the Painter shee is falne into the hands of the stainer Thus referring the supportāce of my credit the inability of my verse to your ingenious opinions I bid you farewel til the next Tearm at vvhich time I hope to entertaine your seuerall delights vvith farre better discourses and bee suppliant to my good friend Master Crane in some or other more acceptable Poem In the meane time let my appliable voluisse intitle me to your curtesie vvhose I am during Iife in all enterchangeable dutie Your friend assured Thomas Lodge The most pithie and pleasant Historie of Glaucus and Silla WAlking alone all onely full of griefe Within a thicket nere to Isis floud Weeping my wants and wailing scant reliefe Wringing mine armes as one with sorrowe wood The piteous streames relenting at my mone Withdrew their tides and staid to heare me grone From foorth the channell with a sorrowing crie The Sea-god Glaucus with his hallowed heares Wet in the teares of his sad mothers dye With piteous lookes before my face appeares For whome the Nimphes a mossie coate did frame Embroadered with his Sillas heauenly name And as I sat vnder a Willow trée The louelie honour of faire Thetis bower Reposd his head vpon my faintfull knée And when my teares had ceast their stormie shower He dried my chéekes and then bespake him so As when he waild I straight forgot my woe Infortunate why wandreth thy content From forth his scope as wearied of it selfe Thy bookes haue schoold thée from this fond repent And thou canst talke by proofe of wauering pelfe Unto the world such is inconstancie As sapp to trée as apple to the eye Marke how the morne in roseat colour shines And straight with cloudes the Sunnie tract is clad Then see how pomp through waxe and waine declines From high to lowe from better to the bad Take moist from Sea take colour from his kinde Before the world deuoid of change thou finde With secret eye looke on the earth a while Regard the changes Nature forceth there Behold the heauens whose course all sence beguile Respect thy selfe and thou shalt find it cléere That infantlike thou art become a youth And youth forespent a wretched age ensu'th In searching then the schoolemens cunning noates Of heauen of earth of flowers of springing trees Of hearbs of mettall and of Thetis floates Of lawes and nurture kept among the Bées Conclude and knowe times change by course of fate Then mourne no more but moane my haples state Here gan he pause and shake his heauie head And fould his armes and then vnfould them straight Faine would he speake but tongue was charm'd by dread Whil'st I that sawe what woes did him awaight Comparing his mishaps and moane with mine Gan smile for ioy and drie his drooping eyne But loe a wonder from the channels glide A sweet melodious noyse of musicke rose That made the streame to dance a pleasant tide The weedes and sallowes néere the bancke that groes Gan sing as when the calmest windes accorde To greete with balmie breath the fleeting forde Upon the siluer bosome of the streame First gan faire Themis shake her amber locks Whom all the Nimphs that waight on Neptunes realme Attended from the hollowe of the rocks In briefe while these rare parragons assemble The watrie world to touch their teates doo tremble Footing it featlie on the grassie ground These Damsels circling with their brightsome faires The loue-sicke God and I about vs wound Like starres that Ariadnes crowne repaires Who once hath seene or pride of morne or day Would deeme all pompe within their cheekes did play Nais faire Nimph with Bacchus iuorie touch Gan tune a passion with such sweete reports And euerie word noate sigh and pause was such And euerie Cadence fed with such consorts As were the Delian Harper bent to heare Her statelie straines might tempt his curious eare Of loue God wot the louelie Nimph complained But so of loue as forced loue to loue her And euen in loue such furious loue remained As searching out his powrefull shaft to proue her He found his quiuer emptied of the best And felt the arrowe sticking in his breast Under a Popler Themis did repose her And from a brier a sweetfull branch did plucke When midst
bodie sleepe my minde dooth take his rest My simple zeale and loue my dangers doo withstand The mornings pleasant ayer inuites me from my nest If wether wax too warme I seeke the silent shade If frosts afflict I striue for warmth by hunters trade Although my biding home be not imbost with gold And that with cunning skill my chambers are not drest Whereas the curious eye my sundrie sights behold Yet feedes my quiet lookes on thousand flowers at least The treasures of the plaine the beauties of the spring Made rich with Roses sweete and euerie pleasant thing Amidst the pallace braue puft vp with wanton showes Ambicions dwell and there false fauors finde disguise There lodge consuming cares that hatch our common woes Amidst our painted feelds the pleasant Fayrie lies And all those powers diuine that with vntrussed tresses Contentment happie loue and perfect sport professes So liuing naught remaines my solace to betray I heare the pleasant birds record their sacred straines When at the mornings rise they blesse the springing day The murmuring fountains noise from out the marble vaines Are pleasing to mine eares whilst with a gentill fall They fleete from hie and serue to wet the meads withall What sport may equall this to see two prettie doues When neb to neb they ioyne in fluttering of their wings And in their roundelaies with kisses seale their loues Then wondering at the gifts which happie nature brings What sport is it to sleepe and slumber by a well Whose fleeting falls maks show some louely tale to tell Oh what content to see amidst the darkesome night When as the setting sonne hath left the moone in place The Nimphes amidst the vales and groues to take delight To dance to leap to skip with sweet and pleasant grace To giue greene gownes in sport and in their tripping make By force of footing all the springing grasse to quake Their daunces brought to end I lift my lookes one hie To see the horned moone and deskant on her hew Cleere siluer shining bright and eftsoones then think I Vpon that hapie chance the Latmian shepheard knew Then doo I wish myselfe as faire a friend as she But watching I desire she might disport with me Thus midst the silent night my selfe I doo content Then when as Phoebus beames our Hemisphere enflames A thousand change of sports for pleasure I inuent And feast my quiet thoughts with sundrie pleasant games Now angle I awhile then seek I for the chace And straight my limerods catch the Sparrows on the place I like and make some loue but yet in such a sort That naught but true delight my certaine sute pursues My libertie remaines and yet I reape the sport Nor can the snares of loue my heedefull thoughts abuse But when I would forgoe I haue the power to flie And stand aloofe and laugh while others starue and die My sweete and tender flocks my faithfull feeld compeers You forrests hoults and groues you meads mountaines hie Be you the witnesses of my contented yeares And you O sacred powers vouchsafe my humble crie And during all my daies doo not these ioyes estrange But let them still remaine and graunt no other change Finis In commendation of a solitarie life NOt yet forsaken gentle Muse draw neere And helpe to wearie out these worldly thoughts Goe fit thy methode to my moodie cheere For why fond pleasure now preuaileth noughts Since where content and wealthie state declines The heart dooth droope and dolefull be the lines For thy fond man why rest I not at last My wings of hope are clipte by foule disgrace The siluer downe of age now flocketh fast Like mosse on oake to dwell vpon my face And what with thoght time through want ruth I challenge care for ioy and age for youth What fruites of former labours doo I finde My studious pen dooth traffique for a scorne My due deserts are but repaid with winde And what I earne is nought but bitter mourne In which accompt I reap but this aduise To cease to clime and liue contented wise But gentle Muse where boadeth this content The Princes Court is fraught with endlesse woes Corruptions flocke where honors doo frequent The Cities swarme with plagues with sutes with foes High climing wits doo catch a sodein fall With none of these Content list dwell withall Ah beautie of the double topped hill Thou saddest sister of the sacred nine What fruitfull pleasance followeth now my quill What wondrous beauties blesse my drooping eine Euen such as earst the shepheard in the shade Beheld when he a Poet once was made Me thinkes I see the deserts fresh arraid New mantled in their liueries of greene Whose frolicke pride makes smiling heauen apaid Wherein the Nymphs doo wearie out their teene Washing their iuorie in those murmuring springs At whose kinde fall the birds with pleasure sings See where the babes of memorie are laid Vnder the shadow of Apollos tree That pleit their garlands fresh and well apaid And breath foorth lines of daintie poecie Ah world farewell the sight hereof dooth tell That true content dooth in the desert dwell See where a Caue presents it selfe to eie By Natures hand enforst in marble vaines Where climing Cedars with their shades denie The eye of day to see what there remaines A couch of mosse a brooke of siluer cleere And more for foode a flocke of sauage deere Then here kinde Muse vouchsafe to dwell with me My veluet robe shalbe a weede of gray And least my heart by tongue betrayed be For idle talke I will goe fast and pray No sooner said and thought but that my heart His true supposde content gan thus impart Sweete solitarie life thou true repose Wherein the wise contemplate heauen aright In thee no dread of warre or worldly foes In thee no pompe seduceth mortall sight In thee no wanton eares to win with words Nor lurking toyes which Citie life affoords At peepe of day when in her crimson pride The Morne bespreds with roses all the waie Where Phoebus coach with radiant course must glide The Hermit bends his humble knees to pray Blessing that God whose bountie did bestow Such beauties on the earthly things below Whether with solace tripping on the trees He sees the citizens of Forrest sport Or midst the withered oake beholds the Bees Intend their labour with a kinde consort Downe drop his teares to thinke how they agree Where men alone with hate inflamed be Taste he the fruites that spring from Tellus woomb Or drinke he of the christall springs that flowes He thankes his God and sighes their cursed doomb That fondly wealth in surfetting bestowes And with Saint Hierom saith The Desert is A paradise of solace ioy and blis Father of light thou maker of the heauen From whom my being well and being springs Bring to effect this my desired steauen That I may leaue the thought of worldly things Then in my troubles will I blesse the time My Muse vouchsafde me
such a luckie rime T. L. Finis Beauties Lullabie Hos ego versiculos feci tulit alter honores GEntlemen I had thought to haue suppressed this Lullabie in silence amongst my other papers that lie buried in obliuion but the impudent arrogancie of some more then insolent Poets haue altered my purpose in that respect and made me set my name to my owne worke least some other vaine glorious Batillus should preiudice my paines by subscribing his name to that which is none of his owne Non mesureè Lullabie Beautie sweet Beautie lullabie To such kind of Infants sing lulla would I. SWeet sweet desire that made my pleasant wondring eyes To gaze on such a blazing starre as dims the state of skies Whose feature while my Muse doth now deuise vpon Sweet Beautie rest thee still awhile I shal haue done anon First lulla to those lockes deriu'd from Phoebus rayes Which fasten light in dimmest lookes by vertue of their sprayes From whence her golden wiers Diana borowed then When with Arachne at the loombe she stroue amidst the fen Next lulla to the front where onlie shrowdes the die Which ruddie Morrow borowed then when Thetis she did spie To hunt forbidden bed whereas vermillion hue Is staind in sight and euery sense approues my censure true Next lulla to those statelie couerts of her eyes In which in Alablaster white dame Nature did deuise A subtil frame of setled wiers in such confused art As those that looke but on that worke amazed doo depart Next lulla to those lamps those twinckling stemmes of state Wherof but one doth dim the Sunne both Sunne Moone do mate On which while Ioue doth prie the ielous Iuno chides Thus Gods men admire at her in whom such beautie bides But he that doth but marke those rocks of marble white Frō whēce do spring those sweet perfumes the senses that delight And sees with how great state the ruddie lippes they shade Wil think the workmā more diuine that such a work hath made Now see those crimson cheekes the mounts wherein do dwell The golden fruit Aeneas fet from midst the mouth of hell Bedect with driuen snow and pounst with Rubie red To which compare the ruddie rose and it wil seeme but dead Next praise those cherrie lips where rose and lillie meete Enclosures of th'Egiptian gems frō whence doth Zephir sweet Breath forth a blast and yeeld an noyse like to Orpheus lute Which mou'd the craggie rocks to ruth stird what so was mute Yet in that dimpled chinne bedect with euery grace Where curious eye may easlie see the beautie of the face Admit but this that Ganimede the cuppe for Ioue did chuse And if a man might drink with Gods would I the same might vse Then blessed be those mounts where Venus sits and sings With wanton Cupid in her lappe and from those statelie springs Drawes Nectar forth to feed her sonne which tast him so beguild That onlie for to sucke those teates be still would be a child But looke a low my Muse and fixe thy statelie view Behold a path like Dedalls maze wherein with azure clew A Theseus may the secret cells of beautie there behold More statelie than th' Egiptian tombes though reared all of gold Next which of Alablaster white a mountaine there doth rise A mountaine faire of driuen snowe wherein incarued lies A statelie tipe of Venus vale some calls it Cupids couch Whereas the God deuising lies which part were best to touch There spies he earths Elizium where Nature sits and paints Th'impressions of the sweetest formes her fancie her acquaints In which one lulla I would rocke to Beautis grace And be a prentise during life to serue her in that place Next lulla to those forts whereout doth fancie prie As one amaz'd to see the starre is fixt before her eye A Crinite Comet crisped faire which on those arches stands Of Marble white enameled and closde with azure bands But he that sees those knees whose feature is so faire As when they bend all knees do bend below and midst the aire Whose cords by compasse knit and nerues by Nature set Bindes Art apprentise for some yeres the patterne for to get Here rests not wonders yet for why behold a lowe Two rising siluer coloured clowdes which like to those doo shewe As compast in faire Phoebus then when in his midday prime He sported with Cassandra faire amidst the sommer time Now Nature stands amazd her selfe to looke on Beauties feete To see those ioynts combinde in one and fram'd of Amber sweete So small a pile so great a waight like Atlas to vphold The bodie as the mightie man to beare the heauens is bold But to behold those Gemini those siluer coloured armes Whō natiue bloud with blushing streames in azure cōduits warmes Inuite the sence like violets bepurfurated faire With Floras lillies lillie white these louelie branches are But whilest I gaze a low and see those palmes of peace Wherein the mappe of fortune rests and times discents increase From whence the branching fingers spred betipt with iuorie The least impression whereof a marble mind might mollifie Makes me cōfesse pen may not write hart think nor tung vnfold The least effect in Beautie where both iuorie pearle and gold Where purphure Ebonie white and red al colours stained bee And if thou seeke for all these sweetes then seeke my sweet to see Finis Sundrie sweete Sonnets written by the same Gent. 1 A Verie Phoenix in her radiant eies I leaue mine age and get my life againe True Hesperus I watch her fall and rise And with my teares extinguish all my paine My lips for shadowes shield her springing roses Mine eies for watchmen guard her while shee sleepeth My reasons serue to quite her faint supposes Her fancie mine my faith her fancie keepeth She flowre I branch her sweetes my sowres supporteth O happie Loue where such delights consorteth Finis 2 I Vow but with some griefe henceforth to shunne the place Where beautie casts her scortching lookes to feed me with disgrace And since I was so fond to build on such a molde As euery waue of vaine conceit the substance may vnfolde I will repent with teares the errors of my mind And leaue to tie my thoghts to like of wanton womankind Whose wayward wiles I spie how full of sleights they be The heart delights in others choise the hand yet faunes on me And faine she would forsake yet followes if I shunne And with her tung repents the time that ere the fact was done And yet she will be thought as constant as the best Yet scornes the mā that beareth faith courage in his crest Whom if she list to knowe his colour sable is A mournful colour meete for those whose eyes haue gaz'd amis His colour pale for woe his courage all forlorne His hart confirm'd to shun the sex that holds his faith in scorne Willing all men to learne least they be forst to proue That women alter
with the wind and haue no hold in loue Finis 3 THe heauens inclinde to change are passing cleere Their showres restraind make billowes of mine eies Their windes made calme within my breast appeere Which dims the aire with sighs and heauie cries My frozen loue hath laid the frost adowne These snowes restraind serue to congeale my heart This pleasant spring my stormie sorrowes frowne Goe lying bookes cease fooles to boast your art And marke the cause my Mistres smiles and lowres Makes cleere the heauens clowdes my heart with showers Finis 4 I Will become a Hermit now and doo my penance straight For all the errors of mine eyes with foolish rashnes fild My hermitage shall placed be where mellancholies waight And none but loue alone shall knowe the bower I meane to build My daylie diet shall be care made calme by no delight My dolefull drinke my drierie teares amidst the darkesome place The fire that burnes my heedles heart shall stand in stead of light And shall consume my wearie life mine errors to deface My gowne shall be of spreding gray to clad my limmes withall My late repent vpon my browe shall plainlie written be My tedious griefe and great remorse that doth my soule enthrall Shall serue to plead my wearie paines and pensiue miserie Of faintfull hope shall be my staffe and daylie when I pray My mistris picture plac't by loue shall witnes what I say Finis 5 IF that I seeke the shade I sodeinlie doo see The God of Loue forsake his bow and sit me by If that I thinke to write his Muses pliant be If that I plaine my griefe the wanton boy will crie If I lament my cares he dooth increase my paine If teares my cheeks attaint his cheeks be moyst with mone If I disclose the wounds the which my heart hath slaine He takes his Fascia off and wipes them drie anone If that I walke the woods the woods are his delight If I my selfe torment he bathes him in my blood He will my Souldier be if once I wend to fight If seas delight he steeres my barke amid the floud In briefe the cruell God dooth neuer from me goe But makes my lasting loue eternall by my woe Finis 6 WEarie am I to wearie Gods and men Wearie am I to weep so manie teares without some succor Wearie am I my wretched state to ken Wearie am I to see my wofull yeares consume with dolor These mounts these fields these rocks these waues these woods Resigne their ecchoes to my wofull cries too much disdained These lambes these kidds these bullockes leaue their foods These flowers this grasse with mourning parched lies to see me pained Naught vnder Sunne that hath not tasted change My bitter griefe alone abideth still without departure Accurst be Loue that wrought this wonder strange Boading my sorowes by my wanton will that causde my smarting O quiet life fore past why hast thou left The wofull shepheard wearie of his paine to feed on sorrow Oh weeping eies of wonted ioyes bereft Why leaue you him whom lucklesse Loue hath slaine to view the morrow My faintfull flocke dooth languish and lament To see their master mourning his mischance this iolly season My bagpip's broke my roundelaies are blent My rebecke now my solace to aduance accounts it geason Yet not alone sheepe lambes kidds weep my woe But rockes for ruth and birds for sorow plaine my wofull wending Then cruell Loue vouchsafe me to forgoe My wretched life the cause of mickle paine and make mine ending The rockes their brookes with murmuring noyse shall weepe The birds their songs with warbling notes shall sing and full of pleasure My flockes shall feed although their master sleep And to my graue their falling fleeces bring their natiue treasure Solace each where shall raigne when I am dead No care no woe no sorrow shall preuaile but well contented Poore I shall sleep when cursed Loue is fled That first with furie did the fields assaile where I frequented Finis 7 THe earth late choakt with showers Is now araid in greene Her bosome springs with flowers The aire dissolues her teene The heauens laugh at her glorie Yet bide I sad and sorie The woods are deckt with leaues And trees are cloathed gaie And Flora crownd with sheues With oaken boughs dooth play Where I am clad in blacke The token of my wracke The birds vpon the trees Doo sing with pleasant voices And chaunt in their degrees Their loues and luckie choices When I whilst they are singing With sighs mine armes am wringing The Thrushes seeke the shade And I my fatall graue Their flight to heauen is made My walke on earth I haue They free I thrall they iolly I sad and penciue wholly 8 WHen with aduice I weigh my yeares forepast And count the course that in my youth I kept How my fond eies on garish beautie plast Dimde by desires in vaine opinion slept For euerie looke and thought with teares I crie I loath the faults and follies of mine eie By which my heart was burnt with scorching flame Growing to head by stealth of idle time Whom oft my lookes with blushing red did blame But follie fixt before it grew to prime So for my wanton lookes with teares I crie I loath the faults and follies of mine eie Oh wanton looks yee foes of sad forecast That wept the teares of will and not repent Now see the end how fickle faire is past And crimson cheekes with crooked yeares are spent And blame your selues and helpe my carefull crie Who loath the faults and follies of mine eye Finis 9 HAnd heart and eye toucht thought and did behold A lock a ioye a looke of great delight Lookes sweet ioyes rare but lockes of beaten gold Hearts ioye eyes lookes hands touch so pleasde my sight That what I would by eye hand heart I trie And what I am is but hand heart and eye Finis 10 IF hollowe eyes if wan and wearish face If scalding sighes my secret suites bewray Loe loue those lookes that want their former grace And dying thoughts which secret ioyes betray And grant me this that either death may ease Or humble suite my mistris wrath appease Whose dire disdaine more pines my fainting heart Than Aetnaes flame that fumes both night and day Whose wisedome when it measures by desart Dissolues my doubts and driues my woes away Whose lookes if once they yeeld me beames of grace Discharge the furrowes that befret my face Twixt hope and happe my shippe doth beare a saile The Seas are sighes the Ancker slipper ioye Would Sea and Ancker both and tacke might faile So land of loue were gain'd to foile annoye I say no more the teare that last did fall On latter line can shewe and open all Finis 11 A Satyre sitting by a riuer side Foreworne with care that hardlie findes recure A straying Nymph in passion did deride His teares his care her smiles her scornes assure He wept she wisht and all their thoughts among Fancie beheld and sung this carefull song Perhaps the furrowes in thy wrinckled face Growne by thy griefe abate thy wonted forme Perhaps her eye was formde to yeeld disgrace And blemisht that which wit may not reforme Perhaps she will if so thou list to proue Perhaps she likes and yet she dares not loue But if perhaps thy fortune be so faire Laugh Satyre then it proues a pretie prize And if thou wilt so liue to shunne dispaire As looking long thou keepe thy proper eyes This said she ceast the Nymph she fled away And good perswasion causde the Satyre play 12 FAire Phoebus flowre vpon a sommer morne Gan proud with loue to shewe her painted pride And gay with glorie with a curious scorne Disdainde those buds that blossom'd her beside When Rose and Lillies Violets and Balme Scarce warm'd to worke their beauties to a flowre With enuious wrath neere to a water calme Beheld my Phillis in a happie howre Not wak't nor wonne too much with solemne sleepe But sweetlie slombring they beheld my Saint The Rose and Lillies both together creepe The one her lip the next her cheeke did taint And both they spread the Violet consum'd To gentle ayre her amber breath fulfilled Apollo feeling all the aire perfumde With gentle beames into her eyes distilled His flowre amaz'd gaue Rose and Lillies place The Sunne his shine within her eyes containeth The Rose her lips the Lillies decke her face The Violet within her breath remaineth Lenuoy THen cease fond men henceforth to boast your flowers Since Roses Lillies Violets are ours And Phoebus flowre doth homage to their powers And Phillis eye his glorious beames deuours FINIS