both she and Loue together Haue made a match to aggreuate my griefe I sée my hell there rests no hope in either From proud contempt there springeth no reliefe What rests there then but since I may not gaine her In piteous tearmes and teares for to complaine her FINIS The Discontented Satyre written by Thomas Lodge Gent. SUch time as from her Mothers tender lap The night arose guarded with gentle winds And with her precious dew refresht the sap Of bloome and barke whilst that her mantle blinds The vaile of heauen and euery bird was still Saue Philomele that did bemoane her ill When in the West Orion lift aloft His starrie crest and smil'd vpon the Twins And Cynthia séemely bright whose eie full oft Had watcht her loue with radient light begins To pierce the vaile of silence with her beames Sporting with wanton cléere on Ocean streames When little winds in beating of their wings Did wooe the eies to leaue their wonted wake And all was husht saue Zephyrus that sings With louely breathings for the Sea-nimphs sake My watchfull griefes perplext my minde so sore That foorth I walkt my sorrowes to deplore The doaly season that resembled well My drooping heart gaue life to my lament Each twinckling lamp that in the heauens did dwell Gan rest his course to hearken mine entent Foorth went I still deuising on my feare Distinguishing each footestep with a teare My working thought deluding of my pace At last did bring me to a desart dale By enuious mountaines robd of Phoebus face Where growes no hearb to taste of deaws auaile In midst thereof vpon a bed of mosse A Satyre did his restles bodie tosse Stearne were his lookes afflicting all the féelds That were in view his bushie lockes vndrest With terror hang his hauiour horror yéelds And with the sight my sorrowes were supprest So néere I drewe when sodenly he roase And thus in tearmes his purpose did disclose Blush daies eternall lampe to sée thy lot Since that thy cléere with cloudy darkes is scard Lowre on faire Cinthia for I like thée not For borrowed beauties merit no regard Boast Discontent naught may depresse thy powre Since in thy selfe all griefe thou doost deuoure Thou art the God whome I alone adore Whose powre includeth discords all in one Confusions are thy foode and fatall store Thy name is feard where thou art most vnknowne Thy grace is great for fortunes laugh and lowre Assailes them not that glorie in thy powre The minde through thée diuines on endlesse things And formes a Heauen through others fond mislikes Time loathes thy haunt yet lends thée many wings Refined wits against thy bulwarke strikes And when their curious thoughts are ouerpast They scorne their bookes and like thy bent at last For who but thou can yéeld them any gaine Depriue the world of perfect Discontent All glories end true honor straight is slaine And life it selfe in errors course is spent All toile dooth sort but to a sorrie end For through mislikes each learnes for to commend What made fierce Phillips sonne to manage armes To vaile the pride of Persia by his sword But thou my God that he by others harmes Might raise his seate and thereby still afford A cause of discontent to them that lost And hate in him that by their powre was crost Let enuie cease what Prince can make it knowne How déere he loues his best estéemed friends For were not some of purpose ouerthrowne Who may discerne whereto true fauor tends Thus Princes discontent dooth honor some And others through their hates to credit come Without thy helpe the Soldier shunnes the féeld You studeous Arts how fatall haps had you If discontents did not some succors yéeld Oh fléeting Fame who could thy grace pursue Did not my God send emulations out To whet the wits and pens of Pallas rout How could the Heauens haue retrograde aspects Without thy helpe How might the Plannets finde Their oppositions and their strange effects Unlesse thy powre assisted euerie kinde The aire by thée at first inuented voice Which once reuerberate straight yéelds a noice The pencile man that with a careles hand Hath shaddowed Venus hates his slack regard And all amaz'd doth discontented stand And mends the same that he before had mard Who sées not then that it was Discontent That sight to eie and perfect iudgement lent The schooleman that with héedlesse florish writes Refines his fault if thou direct his eie And then againe with wonder he endites Such swéete sententious liâ—es as neuer die Lost in my selfe in praising of thy might My spéech yéelds vp his office to delight This said he smil'd and on his restles bed Reposde and tost his indisposed lims A world of thoughts still hammerd in his head Now would he sléepe and straight his couch he trims And then he walkes and therewith sits him downe And faines to sing yet endeth with a frowne I stood amaz'd and wondred at his words And sought to suck the soule from out his lips His rare discourse such wondrous ioye affords But vnawares like lightfoote Fawne he trips Along the lawnes and I with watch forespent Drew home and vowde to honor Discontent Thomas Lodge FINIS Sundrie sweete Sonnets written by the said Gent. In praise of the Countrey life MOst happie blest the man that midst his countrie bowers Without suspect of hate or dread of enuious tongue May dwell among his owne not dreading fortunes lowres Farre froÌ„ those publique plagues that mightie men hath stoong Whose libertie and peace is neuer sold for gaine Whose words doo neuer sooth a wanton princes vaine Incertaine hopes and vowes doo neuer harme his thought And vaine desires doo shunne the place of his repose He weepes no yeares misspent nor want of that he sought Nor reapes his gaine by words nor builds vpon suppose The stormes of troubled Sea do neuer force his fears Nor Trumpets sound dooth chang his sleepes or charme his ears Ambitions neuer build within his constant minde A cunning coy deceipt his soule dooth not disguise His firme and constant faith corruptions neuer blind He neuer waits his weale from princes wondring eyes But liuing well content with euerie kinde of thing He is his proper court his fauor and his King His will restraind by wit is neuer forst awrie Vaine hopes and fatall feares the courtiers common foes Afraid by his foresight doo shun his piercing eye And naught but true delight acquaints him where he goes No high attempts to winne but humble thoughts and deeds The verie fruites and flowers that spring from vertues seeds O deities diuine your Godheads I adore That haunt the hils the feelds the forrests and the springs That make my quiet thoughts contented with my store And fixe my hopes on heauen and not on earthly things That driue me from desires in view of courtly strife And drawe me to commend the fields and countrie life My thoughts are now enclosde within my proper land And if my
That secret art which birdes haue gaind by sence By due foresight misfortune to preuent Or could my wit controule mine eyes offence You then should smile and I should tell such stories As woods and waues should triumph in our glories But Nereus daughters Sea-borne Saints attend Lake breeding Géese when from the Easterne clime They list vnto the westerne waters wend To choose their place of rest by course of time Approaching Taurus haughtie topped hill They charme their cackle by this wondrous skill The climing mountaine neighbouring ayre welnie Hath harbored in his rockes and desart haunts Whole airies of Eagles prest to flie That gazing on the Sonne their birth right vaunts Which birds of Ioue with deadlie fewde pursue The wandering Geese when so they presse in vewe These fearefull flitting troopes by nature tought Passing these dangerous places of pursuit When all the desart vales they through haue sought With pibbles stop their beakes to make them mute And by this meanes their dangerous deathes preuent And gaine their wished waters of frequent But I fond God I God complaine thy follie Let birds by sense exceede my reason farre Whilom than I who was more strong and iollie Who more contemnd affections wanton warre Who lesse than I lou'd lustfull Cupids arrowes Who now with curse plagues poore Glaucus harrowes How haue I leapt to heare the Tritons play A harsh retreat vnto the swelling flouds How haue I kept the Dolphins at a bay When as I ment to charme their wanton moods How haue the angrie windes growne calme for loue When as these fingers did my harpe strings moue Was any Nimph you Nimphes was euer any That tangled not her fingers in my tresse Some well I wot and of that some full many Wisht or my faire or their desire were lesse Euen Ariadne gazing from the skie Became enamorde of poore Glaucus eye Amidst this pride of youth and beauties treasure It was my chaunce you floods can tell my chancing Fléeting along Sicillian bounds for pleasure To spie a Nimph of such a radiant glancing As when I lookt a beame of subtill firing From eye to heart incenst a deepe desiring Ah had the vaile of reason clad mine eye This foe of fréedome had not burnt my heart But birds are blest and most accurst am I Who must reporte her glories to my smart The Nimph I sawe and lou'de her all to cruell Scilla faire Scilla my fond fancies iuell Her haire not trust but scatterd on her brow Surpassing Hiblas honnie for the view Or softned golden wires I know not how Loue with a radiant beautie did pursue My too iudiciall eyes in darting fire That kindled straight in me my fond desire Within these snares first was my heart intrapped Till through those golden shrowdes mine eies did see An yuorie shadowed front wherein was wrapped Those pretie bowres where Graces couched be Next which her cheekes appeerd like crimson silk Or ruddie rose vespred on whitest milk Twixt which the nose in louely tenor bends Too traitrous pretie for a Louers view Next which her lips like violets commends By true proportion that which dooth insue Which when they smile present vnto the eies The Oceans pride and yuorie paradice Her pollisht necke of milke white snowes doth shine As when the Moone in Winter night beholdes them Her breast of alablaster cleere and fine Whereon two rising apples faire vnfolds them Like Cinthias face when in her full she shineth And blushing to her Loue-mates bower declineth From whence in length her armes doo sweetly spred Like two rare branchie saples in the Spring Yeelding fiue louely sprigs from euerie head Proportioned alike in euerie thing Which featly sprout in length like springborne frends Whose pretie tops with fiue sweet roses ends But why alas should I that Marble hide That doth adorne the one and other flanke From whence a mount of quickned snow doth glide Or els the vale that bounds this milkwhite banke Where Venus and her sisters hide the fount Whose louely Nectar dooth all sweetes surmount Confounded with descriptions I must leaue them Louers must thinke and Poets must report them For silly wits may neuer well conceaue them Unlesse a speciall grace from heauen consort them Aies me these faires attending Scilla won me But now sweet Nimphes attēd what hath vndon me The louely breast where all this beautie rested Shrowded within a world of deepe disdaine For where I thought my fancie should be feasted With kinde affect alas vnto my paine When first I woode the wanton straight was flying And gaue repulse before we talkt of trying How oft haue I too often haue I done so In silent night when euerie eye was sleeping Drawne neere her caue in hope her loue were won so Forcing the neighboring waters through my weeping To wake the windes who did afflict her dwelling Whilst I with teares my passion was a telling When midst the Caspian seas the wanton plaid I drew whole wreaths of corrall from the rockes And in her lap my heauenly presents laid But she vnkind rewarded me with mockes Such are the fruites that spring from Ladies coying Who smile at teares and are intrapt with toying Tongue might grow wearie to report my wooings And heart might burst to thinke of her deniall May none be blamde but heauen for all these dooings That yeeld no helpes in midst of all my triall Heart tongue thought pen nil serue me to repent me Disdaine her selfe should striue for to lament me Wretched Loue let me die end my loue by my death Dead alas still I liue flie my life fade my loue Out alas loue abides still I ioy vitall breath Death in loue loue is death woe is me that doo proue Paine and woe care griefe euery day about me houers Thē but death what can quel al y e plages of haples louers Aies me my moanings are like water drops That neede an age to pearce her marble heart I sow'd true zeale yet fruiteles were my crops I plighted faith yet falsehoode wrought my smart I praisd her lookes her lookes dispised Glaucus Was euer amorous Sea-god scorned thus A hundereth swelling tides my mother spent Upon these lockes and all hir Nimphes were prest To pleit them faire when to her bowre I went He that hath séene the wandring Phoebus crest Toucht with the Christall of Eurotas spring The pride of these my bushie locks might sing But short discourse beséemes my bad successe Eache office of a louer I performed So feruently my passions did her presse So swéete my laies my spéech so well reformed That cruell when she sawe naught would begile me With angrie lookes the Nimph did thus exile me Packe hence thou fondling to the westerne Seas Within some calmy riuer shrowd thy head For neuer shall my faire thy loue appease Since fancie from this bosome late is fled And if thou loue me shewe it in departing For why thy presence dooth procure my smarting This said with angrie lookes away she hasted As
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