once stampt retaines that name of thine But ah thy more then marble mind it did not so with mine So that which thral'd me first shall set me free againe Those flames to which thy loue gaue life shall die with thy disdaine But ah where am I now how is my iudgment lost I speak as it were in my power like one that 's free to bost Haue I not sold my selfe to be thy beauties slaue And when thou tak'st all hope from me thou tak'st but what thou gaue That former loue of thine did so possess my mind That for to harbor other thoughts no roome remains behind And th' only means by which I mind t' auenge this wrong It is by making of thy praise the burden of my song Then why shouldst thou such spite for my goodwill returne Was euer god as yet so mad to make his temple burne My brest the temple was whence incense thou receiu'd And yet thou set'st the same a fire which others would haue sau'd But why should I accuse Aurora in this wise She is as faultlesse as shee 's faire as innocent as wise It 's but through my mis-lucke if any fault there be For she who was of nature mild was cruell made by me And since my fortune is in wo to be bewrapt I le honour her as oft before and hate mine owne mishap Her rigorous course shall serue loyall part to proue And as a touch-stone for to trie the vertue of my loue Which when her beautie fades shall be as cleare as now My constancie it shall be known whē wrinkled is her brow So that such two againe shall in no age be found She for her face I for my faith both worthy to be crownd Madrig 1. WHen in her face mine eyes I fixe A fearefull boldnesse takes my mind Sweet hony loue with gall doth mixe And is vnkindly kind It seemes to breed And is indeed A speciall pleasure to be pin'd No danger then I dread For though I went a thousand times to Stix I know she can reuiue me with her eye As many lookes as many liues to me And yet had I a thousand harts As many lookes as many darts Might make them all to die Sestin 1. HArd is my fortune stormie is my state And as inconstant as the wauing sea Whose course doth still depend vpon the winds For lo my life in danger euery houre And though euen at the point for to be lost Can find no comfort but a flying show And yet I take such pleasure in this show That still I stand contented with my state Although that others thinke me to be lost And whilst I swim amidst a dangerous sea Twixt feare and hope and looking for the houre When my last breath should glide amongst the winds Lo to the sea-man beaten with the winds Sometimes the heau'ns a smiling face will show So that to rest himselfe he finds some houre But nought ay me can euer calme my state Who with my teares as I would make a sea Am flying Silla in Charibdis lost The Pilote that was likely to be lost When he hath scap'd the furour of the winds Doth straight forget the dangers of the sea But I vnhappie I can neuer show No kind of token of a quiet state And am tormented still from houre to houre O shall I neuer see that happie houre When I whose hopes once vtterly were lost May find a meanes to re-erect my state And leaue for to breath foorth such dolorous winds Whilst I my selfe in constancie do show A rocke against the waues amidst the sea As many waters make in end a sea As many minutes make in end an houre And still what went before th' effect doth show So all the labours that I long haue lost As one that was but wrestling with the winds May once in end concurre to blesse my state And once my storme-stead state sau'd from the sea In spite of aduerse winds may in one houre Pay all my labors lost at least in show Song 2. WHil'st I by wailing sought T' haue in some sort asswag'd my griefe I found that rage gaue no reliefe And carefulnesse did but increase my feares Then now I le mourne for nought But in my secret thought Will thesaurize all my mischiefe For long experienc'd wo well witnesse beares That teares cannot quench sighes nor sighs drie teares To calme a stormie brow The world doth know how I did smart Yet could not moue that marble hart Which was too much to crueltie inclin'd But to her rigour now I lift my hands and bow And in her grace will claime no part I take great paines of purpose to be pin'd And onely mourne to satisfie my mind How I my dayes haue spent The heau'ns aboue no doubt they know The world hath likewise seene below Whil'st with my sighes I poyson'd al the ayre Those streames which I augment Those woods where I lament I thinke my state could clearely show By those the same rests registred as rare That such like monstrous things vs'd to declare The trees where I did bide Seem'd for to chide my froward fate Then whisling wail'd my wretched state And bowing whiles to heare my wofull song They spred their branches wide Of purpose me to hide Then of their leaues did make my seate And if they reason had as they are strong No doubt but they would ioyne t' auenge my wrong The beasts in euery glen Which first to kill me had ordain'd Were by my priuiledge restrain'd Who indenized was within those bounds I harbor'd in a den I fled the sight of men No signe of reason I retain'd The beasts they flie not when the hunter sounds As I at mine owne thoughts when Cupid hounds This moues me my distresse And sorrowes sometime to conceale Lest that the torments which I feele Might likewise my concitizens annoy And partly I confesse Because the meanes grow lesse By which I should such harmes reueale Which I protest doth but preiudge my ioy That still do striue my selfe for to destroy All comfort I despight And willingly with wo comport My passions do appeare a sport I take a speciall pleasure to complaine All things that moue delight I with disdaine acquite Small ease seemes much long trauels short A world of pleasure is not worth my paine I will not change my losse with others gaine Here rob'd of all repose Not interrupted by repaire My fancies freely I declare And counting all my crosses one by one I daily do disclose To woods and vales my woes And as I saw Aurora there I thinke to her that I my state bemone When in effect it is but to a stone This my most monstrous ill Compassion moues in euery thing When as I shout the forrests ring When I begin to grone the beasts they bray The trees they teares distill The riuers all stand still The birds my Tragedie they sing The wofull Eccho waites vpon my way Prompt to resound my accents when I stay When wearied
the dregs of sinne A wracke to others to it selfe a shame And as it is most precious if kept pure It is as much abhorr'd if once impure Song 6. WHen silence luls the world asleepe And starres do glance in th' Azure field The mountaines making shadowes ore the plaines All creatures then betake themselues to rest And to the law of nature yeeld Saue I who no good order keepe That then begin to feele my paines For in the Zodiacke of my brest The Sunne that I adore her light reuiues Whilst wearied Phoebus in the Ocean diues The worlds cleare day was night to me Who seem'd asleepe still in a trance And all my words were spoken through a dreame But then when th' earth puts on th' vmbragious maske My passions do themselues aduance And from those outward lets set free That had them earst restrain'd with shame Do set me to my wofull taske Then from the night her priuiledge I take And in dispight of Morpheus I will wake But straight the Sunne that giues melight With many duskish vapors cled Doth seeme to boast me with some feareful storme And whilst I gaze vpon the glorious beames Lo metamorphos'd in my bed I lose at once my shapher sight And taking on another forme Am all dissolu'd in bitter streames Where many monsters bathe themselues anone At which strange sight the Faunes and Satyres mone But whilst I seeke mo springs t' assemble My waters are dride vp againe And as the mightie Giant that Ioue tames I wot not whether if thundred or thundring Against the heau'ns smokes forth disdaine And makes mount Aetna tremble So I send forth a flood of flames Which makes the world for to stand wondring And neuer did the Lemnian furnace burne As then my brest whilst all to fire I turne At last no constancie below Thus plagued in two diuers shapes I 'm turn'd into my selfe and then I quake For this I haue by proofe found worst of all Then do my hopes fall dead in heapes And to b' aueng'd of their ouerthrow Strange troupes of thoughts their musters make Which tosse my fancie like a ball Thus one mishap doth come as th' other's past And still the greatest crosse comes euer last To tell the starres my night I passe And much conclude yet questions do arise I harrengues make though dumbe and see though blind And though alone am hem'd about with bands I build great castels in the skies Whose tender turrets but of glasse Are straight oreturn'd with euery wind And rear'd and raz'd yet without hands I in this state strange miseries detect And more deuise then thousands can effect My Sunne whilst thus I stand perplex'd The darknsse doth Igaine controule And then I gaze vpon that diuine grace Which as that I had view'd Medusaes head Transform'd me once and my sad soule That thus hath bene so strangely vext Doth from her seate those troubles chase The which before dispaire had made And all her pow'r vpon contentment feeds No ioy to that which after wo succeeds And yet those dainties of my ioyes Are still confected with some feares That well accustom'd with my cruell fate Can neuer trust the gift that th' enemie giues And onely th' end true witnesse beares For whilst my soule her pow'r imployes To surfet in this happie state The heau'n againe my wracke contriues And the worlds Sunne enuying this of mine To darken my loues world begins to shine Son 49. I Thinke that Cipris in a high disdaine Barr'd by the barb'rous Turkes that conquer'd seate To re-erect the ruines of her state Comes ore their bounds t' establish beauties raigne And whilst her greatnesse doth begin to rise As sdaining temples built of baser frame She in those rosie snowes t'enstall her name Reares stately altars in thy starrie eyes Before whose sacred shrine deuinely faire Brests boyling still with generous desires Fall sacrific'd with memorable fires The incense of whose sighes endeers the aire In which thy same vnparagond doth flee Whilst thou by beautie beautie liues by thee Son 50. ONce Cupid had compassion of my state And wounded with a wonderfull remorce Vow'd that he would my cruell faire enforce To melt the rigor of her cold conceit But when he came his purpose to fulfill And shot at her a volly from the skies She did receiue the darts within her eyes Then in those cristall quiuers kept them still Who vaunt before they win oft lose the game And the presumptuous mind gets maniest foiles Lo he that thought t' haue triumph'd ore her spoiles But come with pride and went away with shame And where he hop'd t' haue helpd me by this strife He brought her armes wherewith to take my life Son 51. I Dream'd the Nymph that ore my fancie raignes Came to a part whereas I paus'd alone Then said what needs you in such sort to mone Haue I not power to recompence your paines Lo I coniure you by that loyall loue Which you professe to cast those griefes apart It 's long deare loue since that you had my hart Yet I was coy your constancie to proue But hauing had a proofe I le now be free I am the Eccho that your sighes resounds Your woes are mine I suffer in your wounds Your passions all they sympathize in me Thus whilst for kindnesse both began to weepe My happinesse euanish'd with the sleepe Son 52. SOme men delight huge buildings to behold Some theaters mountaines floods and famous springs Some monuments of Monarkes and such things As in the bookes of fame haue bene inrol'd Those stately townes that to the starres were rais'd Some would their ruines see their beautie 's gone Of which the worlds three parts each bosts of one For Caesar Hanniball and Hector prais'd Though none of those I loue a sight as rare Euen her that ore my life as Queene doth sit Iuno in maiestie Pallas in wit As Phoebe chast then Venus farre more faire And though her lookes euen threaten death to me Their threatnings are so sweet I cannot flie Son 53. IF now cleare Po that pittie be not spent Which for to quench his flames did once thee moue Whom the great thunderer thundred from aboue And to thy siluer bosome burning sent To pitie his coequall be content That in effect doth the like fortune proue Throwne headlong from the highest heau'ns of loue Here burning on thy borders I lament The successe did not second my dissigne Yet must I like my generous intent Which cannot be condemn'd by the euent That fault was fortunes though the losse be mine And by my fall I shall be honor'd oft My fall doth witnesse I was once aloft Son 54. GReat God that guides the Dolphin through the deepe Looke now as thou didst then with smiling grace When seeking once her beauties to embrace Thou forc'd the faire Amimone to weepe The liquid monarchie thou canst not keepe If thus the blustring God vsurp thy place Rise and against his blasts erect thy face Let Tritons
moue a world I dumbe remain'd Son 5. NO wonder though that this my blisse dismaies Whilst rendred vp to neuer-pleas'd desires I burne and yet must couer cursed fires Whose flame it selfe against my will bewrayes Sometimes my faire to launce my wound assayes And with th' occasion as it seemes conspires And indirectly oft my state inquires Which I would hide whilst it it selfe betrayes If that a guiltie gesture did disclose The hideous horrors that my soule contain'd Or wandring words deriu'd from inward woes Did tell my state their treason I disdain'd And I could wish to be but as I am If that she knew how I conceale the same Sonet 6. HVge hosts of thoughts imbattled in my brest Are euer busied with intestine warres And like to Cadmus earth-borne troupes at iarres Haue spoil'd my soule of peace themselues of rest Thus forc'd to reape such seed as I haue sowne I hauing interest in this doubtfull strife Hope much feare more doubt most vnhappie life What euer side preuaile I 'm still orethrowne O neither life nor death ô both but bad Imparadiz'd whiles in mine owne conceit My fancies straight againe imbroyle my state And in a moment make me glad and sad Thus neither yeelding quite to this nor that I liue I die I do I wot not what Son 7. A Flame of loue that glaunceth in those eyes Where maiestie with sweetnesse mixt remaines Doth poure so sweet a poyson in the veines That who them viewes straight wounded wondring dyes But yet who would not looke on those cleare skies And loue to perish with so pleasant paines While as those lights of loue hide beauties traine With iuorie Orbes where still two starres arise When as those christall Comets whiles appeare Eye-rauish'd I go gazing on their rayes Whilst they enrich'd with many princely prayes Ore hosts of hearts triumphing still retire Those planets when they shine in their owne kinds Do boast t' orethrow whole monarchies of minds Son 8. AH what disastrous fortune haue I had Lo still in league with all that may annoy And entred in enimitie with Ioy I entertaine all things that make me sad With many miseries almost gone mad To purchase paines I all my paines employ And vse all meanes my selfe for to destroy The tenour of my starre hath bene so bad And though my state a thousand times were worse As it is else past bounds of all beleefe Yet all Pandora's plagues could not haue force To aggrauate the burthen of my griefe Th' Occasion might moue mountaines to remorce I hate all helpe and hope for no releefe Son 9. ALthough that words chain'd with affection faile As that which makes me burst abasht t' vnfold Yet Lines dumbe Orators ye may be bold Th'inke will not blush though paper doth looke pale Ye of my state the secrets did containe That then through clouds of darke inuentions shin'd Whilst I disclos'd yet not disclos'd my mind Obscure to others but to one ore plaine And yet that one did whiles as th' end may proue Not marke not vnderstand or else despise That though misterious language of mine eyes Which might haue bene interpreted by loue Thus she what I discouered yet conceal'd Knowes and not knowes both hid and both reueal'd Elegie 1. EVen as the dying Swan almost bereft of breath Sounds dolefull notes and drearie songs a presage of her death So since my date of life almost expir'd I find My obsequies I sadly sing as sorrow tunes my mind And as the rarest Bird a pile of wood doth frame Which being fir'd by Phoebus rayes she fals into the flame So by two sunnie eyes I giue my fancies fire And burne my selfe with beauties raies euen by mine owne desire Thus th' angry Gods atlength begin for to relent And once to end my deathfull life for pitie are content For if th' infernall powers the damned souls would pine Then let thē send them to the light to leade a life like mine O if I could recount the crosses and the cares That frō my cradle to my Beare conduct me with despairs Then hungrie Tantalus pleas'd with his lot would stand I famish for a sweeter food which still is rest my hand Like Ixions restlesse wheele my fancies rowle about And like his guest that stole heau'ns fires they teare my bowels out I worke an endles task and loose my labor still Euen as the bloudie sisters do that emptie as they fill As Sisiph's stone returnes his guiltie ghost t' appall I euer raise my hopes so high they bruise me with their fall And if I could in summe my seuerall griefes relate All would forget their proper harms only waile my state So grieuous is my paine so painfull is my griefe That death which doth the world affright wold yeeld to me releefe I haue mishaps so long as in a habit had I thinke I looke not like my selfe but when that I am sad As birds flie but in th' aire fishes in seas do diue So sorrow is as th' Element by which I onely liue Yet this may be admir'd as more then strange in me Although in all my Horoscope not one cleare point I see Against my knowledge yet I many a time rebell And seeke to gather grounds of hope a heau'n amidst a hell O poyson of the mind that doest the wits bereaue And shrouded with a cloke of loue dost al the world deceiue Thou art the rocke on which my comforts ship did dash It 's thou that daily in my wounds thy hooked heades dost wash Blind Tyrant it is thou by whom my hopes lye dead That whiles throwes forth a dart of gold whiles a lumpe of lead Thus oft thou woundest two but in two diffrent states Which through a strange antipathy th' one loues th' other hates O but I erre I grant I should not thee vpbraid It 's I to passions tyrrannie that haue my selfe betraid And yet this cannot be my iudgements aymes amisse Ah deare Aurora it is thou that ruin'd hast my blisse A fault that by thy sexe may partly be excus'd Which stil doth loath what proferd is affects what is refus'd Whilst my distracted thoughts I striu'd for to controule And with fain'd gestures did disguise the anguish of my soule Then with inuiting lookes and accents stampt with loue The mask that was vpon my mind thou labordst to remoue And when that once ensnar'd thou in those nets me spide Thy smiles were shadowd with disdaines thy beauties clothd with pride To reattaine thy grace I wot not how to go Shall I once fold before thy feete to pleade for fauour so No no I le proudly go my wrath for to asswage And liberally at last enlarge the raines vnto my rage I le tell what we were once our chast yet feruent loues Whilst in effect thou seem'd t' affect that which thou didst disproue Whilst once t'engraue thy name vpon a rock I sat Thou vow'd to write mine in a mind more firme by far then that The marble stone
trumpet sound the seas asleepe With thine owne armes the wind thy bosome wounds And whilst that it thy followers fall contriues Thy Trident to indanger dayly striues And desolate would render all thy bounds Then if thou think'st for to preserue thy state Let not such stormes disturb thy watrie seate Son 55. I Enuie Neptune oft not that his hands Did build that loftie Ilions stately towers Nor that he Emperour of the liquid pow'rs Doth brooke a place amongst the'immortall bands But that embracing her whom I loue best As Achilous with Alcides once Still wrestling with the riuall earth he grones For earnestnes t'ouerflow her happienest Thus would he barre me from her presence still For when I come a field he faun'd my sailes With mild Zephires faire yet prosprous gailes And like t' Vlysses gaue me wind at will But when I would returne O what deceit With tumbling waues thou barr'st the glassie gate Son 56. LO now reuiuing my disast'rous stile I prosecute the tenor of my fate And follow forth at dangers highest rate In forraine Realmes my fortune for a while I might haue learn'd this by my last exile That change of countries cannot change my state Where euer that my bodie seeke a seate I leaue my heart in Albions glorious yle And since then banisht from a louely sight I maried haue my mind to sad conceits Though to the furthest part that fame dilates I might on Pegasus addresse my flight Yet should I still whilst I might breath or moue Remaine the monster of mishap and loue Sonet 57. VVHilst th'Apenin seems cloth'd with snows to vaunt As if that their pure white all hues did staine I match them with thy matchlesse faire againe VVhose lillies haue a luster that they want But when some die train'd with a pleasant show In their plaine-seeming depths as many do Then I remember how Aurora too VVith louely rigor thousands doth orethrow Thus is it fatall by th' effects we know That beautie must do harme more then delight For lo the snow the whitest of the white Comes from the clouds t' engender yce below So she with whom for beautie none compares From clouds of cold disdaine raines downe despaires Sonet 58. FEare not my Faire that euer any chaunce So shake the resolutions of my mind That like Demophon changing with the wind I thy fames rent not labor to enhaunce The ring which thou in signe of fauour gaue Shall from fine gold transforme it selfe in glasse The Diamond which then so solid was Soft like the waxe each image shall receiue First shall each riuer turne vnto the spring The tallest Oke stand trembling like a reed Harts in the aire Whales on the mountaines feed And foule confusions seaze on euery thing Before that I begin to change in ought Or on another but bestow one thought Son 59. WHilst euery youth to entertaine his loue Did straine his wits as farre as they might reach And arming passions with a pow'rfull speach Vsde each patheticke phrase that seru'd to moue Then to some corner still retir'd alone I whom melancholly from mirth did leade As hauing view'd Medusaes snakie head Seem'd metamorphos'd in a marble stone And as that wretched mirrour of mischiefe Whom earst Apollo spoil'd doth still shed teares And in a stone the badge of sorrow beares While as a humid vapor shewes her griefe So whilst transform'd as in a stone I stay A firie smoke doth blow my griefe away Son 60. THe heauens beheld that all men did despise That which the owner from the graue acquites That sleepe the belly and some base delights Had banish'd vertue from beneath the skies Which to the world againe for to restore The gods did one of theirs to th' earth transferre And with as many blessings following her As earst Pandora kept of plagues in store She since she came within this wretched vale Doth in each mind a loue of glorie breed Bettering the better parts that haue most need And shewes how worldlings to the clouds may scale She cleares the world but ah hath darkned me Made blind by her my selfe I cannot see Son 61. HOw long shall I bestow my time in vaine And sound the praises of that spitefull boy Who whilst that I for him my paines imploy Doth guerdon me with bondage and disdaine O but for this I must his glorie raise Since one that 's worthie triumphs of my fall Where great men oft of such haue bene made thrall Whose birth was base whose beautie without praise And yet in this his hatred doth appeare For otherwise I might my losse repaire But being as she is exceeding faire I 'm forc'd to hold one that 's vngratefull deare These euerchanging thoughts which nought can bind May well beare witnesse of a troubled mind Son 62. WHen as the Sunne doth drinke vp all the streames And with a feruent heate the flowres doth kill The shadow of a wood or of a hill Doth serue vs for a targe against his beames But ah those eyes that burne me with desire And seeke to parch the substance of my soule The ardour of their rayes for to controule I wot not where my selfe for to retire Twixt them and me to haue procur'd some ease I interpos'd the seas woods hils and riuers And yet am of those neuer emptied quiuers The obiect still and burne be where I please But of the cause I need not for to doubt Within my brest I beare the fire about Son 63. OFt haue I heard which now I must deny That nought can last if that it be extreame Times dayly change and we likewise in them Things out of sight do straight forgotten die There is nothing more vehement then loue And yet I burne and burne still with one flame Times oft haue chang'd yet I remaine the same Nought from my mind her image can remoue The greatnesse of my loue aspires to ruth Time vowes to crowne my constancie in th' end And absence doth my fancies but extend Thus I perceiue the Poet spake the truth That who to see strange countries were inclin'd Might change the aire but neuer change the mind Son 64. I Wot not what strange things I haue design'd But all my gestures do presage no good My lookes are gastly-like thoughts are my food A silent pausing shewes my troubled mind Huge hosts of thoughts are mustring in my brest Whose strongest are conducted by despaire Which haue inuolu'd my hopes in such a snare That I by death would seeke an endles rest What Furie in my brest strange cares enroules And in the same would reare sterne Plutoes seate Go get you hence to the Tartarian gate And breed such terrors in the damned soules Too many grieuous plagues my state extorse Though apprehended horrors bost not worse Song 7. O Memorable day that chanc'd to see A world of louing wonders strangely wrought Deepe in my brest engrau'd by many a thought Thou shalt be celebrated still by me And if that Phoebus so benigne will be
haue attain'd to that degree That they are past expressing and can be Onely imagin'd by a man that 's lost The teares that would burst out yet are restrain'd Th' imprison'd plaints that perish without fame Sighs form'd and smoother'd ere they get a name Those to be pitied are ô griefe vnfain'd Whilst sighes the voice the voice the sighs confounds Then teares marre both and all are out of bounds Son 72. O My Desire if thou tookst time to marke When I against my will thy sight forsooke How that mine eyes with many an earnest looke Did in thy beauties depth themselues embarke And when our lippes did seale the last farewell How loth were mine from those delights to part For what was purpos'd by the panting heart My toung cleau'd to the throat and could not tell Then when to sorrow I the raines enlarg'd Whil'st being spoil'd of comfort and of might As forc'd for to forgo thy beauties light Of burning sighs a volley I discharg'd No doubt then when thou spid'st what I did proue Thou saidst within thy selfe This man doth loue Madr. 2. BEheld'st thou me looke backe at our goodnight O no good night Dismall obscure and blacke Mine eyes then in their language spake And would haue thus complain'd Thou leau'st the hart makes vs depart Curst is our part And hard to be sustain'd O happie heart that was retain'd Alas to leaue vs too there is no Art It in her bosome now should nightly sleepe And we exil'd still for her absence weepe Son 73. WHen whiles thy daintie hand doth crosse my light It seemes an yuorie table for Loues storie On which th'impearled pillars beauties glorie Are rear'd betwixt the Sunne and my weake sight Though this would great humanitie appeare Which for a litle while my flame allayes And saues me vnconsum'd with beauties rayes I rather die then buy my life so deare Oft haue I wish'd whil'st in this state I was That th'Alablaster bulwarke might transpare And that the pillars rarer then they are Might whiles permit some hapning rayes to passe But if Eclips'd thy beauties Sunne must stand Then be it with the moone of thine owne hand Son 74. LO in my Faire each of the Planets raignes She is as Saturne euer graue and wise And as Ioues thunderbolts her thundring eyes Do plague the pride of men with endlesse paines Her voyce is as Apollo's and her head Is euer garnish'd with his golden beames And ô her heart which neuer fancie tames More fierce then Mars makes thousands to lie dead From Mercurie her eloquence proceeds Of Venus she the sweetnesse doth retaine Her face still full doth Phoebe's lightnesse staine Whom likewise she in Chastitie exceeds No wonder then though this in me doth moue To such a diuine soule a diuine loue Son 75. MY faithfull thoughts no dutie do omit But being fraughted with most zealous cares Are euer busied for my loues affaires And in my brest as Senators do sit To my hearts famine yeelding pleasant food They sugred fancies in my bosome breed And would haue all so well for to succeed That through excessiue care they nought conclude But ah I feare that their affections trie In end like th'Apes that whil'st he seekes to proue The powrefull motions of a parents loue Doth oft embrace his young ones till they die So to my heart my thoughts do cleaue so fast That ô I feare they make it burst at last Son 76. WHat fortune strange what strange misfortune erst Did tosse me with a thousand things in vaine Whiles sad despaires confounded did remaine Whiles all my hopes were to the winds disperst Erected whiles and whiles againe renuerst Whiles nurc'd with smiles whiles murther'd with disdaine Whiles borne aloft whiles laid as low againe And with what state haue I not once bene verst But yet my constant mind which vertue binds From the first course no new occurrence drawes Still like a rocke by sea against the waues Or like a hill by land against the winds So all the world that viewes that which I find May damne my destinie but not my mind Son 77. I Long to see this Pilgrimage expire That makes the eyes for to enuie the mind Whose sight with absence cannot be confin'd But warmes it selfe still at thy beauties fire Loue in my bosome did thy image sinke So deepely once it cannot be worne out Yet once the eyes may haue their course about And see farre more then now the mind can thinke I le once retire in time before I die There where thou first my libertie didst spoile For otherwise dead in a forraine soile Still with my selfe entomb'd my faith shall lie No no I le rather die once in thy sight Then in this state die ten times in one night Son 78. I Chanc'd my deare to come vpon a day Whil'st thou wast but arising from thy bed And the warme snowes with comely garments cled More rich then glorious and more fine then gay Then blushing to be seene in such a case O how thy curled lockes mine eyes did please And well become those waues thy beauties seas Which by thy haires were fram'd vpon thy face Such was Diana once when being spide By rash Acteon she was much commou'd Yet more discreet then th' angrie goddesse prou'd Thou knew'st I came through error not of pride And thought the wounds I got by thy sweet sight Were too great scourges for a fault so light Madr. 3. I Saw my Loue like Cupids mother Her tresses sporting with her face Which being proud of such a grace Whiles kist th' one cheeke and whiles the other Her eyes glad such a meanes t' embrace Whereby they might haue me betraid Themselues they in ambushment laid Behind the treasures of her haire And wounded me so deadly there That doubtlesse I had dead remain'd Were not the treason she disdain'd And with her lippes sweet balme my health procur'd I would be wounded oft to be so cur'd Madr. 4. ONce for her face I saw my Faire Did of her haires a shadow make Or rather wandring hearts to take She stented had those nets of gold Sure by this meanes all men t' ensnare She toss'd the streamers with her breath And seem'd to boast a world with death But when I did the sleight behold I to the shadow did repaire To flie the burning of thine eyes O happie he by such a sleight that dies Son 79. THe most refreshing waters come from rockes Some bitter rootes oft send foorth daintie flowres The growing greenes are cherished with showres And pleasant stemmes spring from deformed stockes The hardest hils do feed the fairest flockes All greatest sweetes were sugred first with sowres The headlesse course of vncontrolled houres To all difficulties a way vnlockes I hope to haue a heauen within thine armes And quiet calmes when all these stormes are past Which coming vnexpected at the last May burie in Obliuion by-gone harmes To suffer first to sorrow sigh and smart Endeeres the conquest of a cruell
hart Son 80. WHen Loue spide death like to triumph ore me That had bene such a pillar of his throne And that all AEsculapius hopes were gone Whose drugs had not the force to set me free He labour'd to reduce the Fates decree And thus bespake the tyrant that spares none Thou that wast neuer mou'd with worldlings mone To saue this man for my request agree And I protest that he shall dearely buy The short prolonging of a wretched life For it shall be inuolu'd in such a strife That he shall neuer liue but euer die O what a cruell kindnesse Cupid crau'd Who for to kill me oft my life once sau'd Son 81. OFt haue I vow'd of none t' attend releefe Whose ardour was not equall vnto mine And in whose face there did not clearely shine The very image of my inward greefe But so the dest'nies do my thoughts dispose I wot not what a fatall force ordaines That I abase my selfe to beare disdaines And honour one that ruines my repose Oft haue I vow'd no more to be orethrowne But still retaining my affections free To fancie none but them that fancied me But now I see my will is not mine owne Then ah may you bewitch my iudgement so That I must loue although my heart say no! Son 82. I Rage to see some in the scroules of fame Whose louers wits more rare then their deserts Do make them prais'd for many gallant parts The which doth make themselues to blush for shame Where thou whom euen thine enemies cannot blame Though famous in the center of all hearts Yet to the world thy worth no pen imparts Which iustly might those wrong-spent praises claime But what vaine pen so fondly durst aspire To paint that worth which soares aboue each wit Which hardly highest apprehensions hit Not to be told but thought of with desire For where the subiect doth surmount the sence We best by silence shew a great pretence Song 8. I would thy beauties wonders show Which none can tell yet all do know Thou borrowes nought to moue delight Thy beauties Deare are all perfite And at the head I le first begin Most rich without more rich within Within a place Minerua claimes Without Apollo's golden beames Whose smiling waues those seas may scorne Where Beauties goddesse earst was borne And yet do boast a world with death If toss'd with gales of thy sweet breath I for two crescents take thy browes Or rather for two bended bowes Whose archer loue whose white mens harts Thy frownes no smiles smiles are thy darts Which to my ruine euer bent Are oft discharg'd but neuer spent Thy sunnes I dare not say thine eyes Which oft do set and oft do rise Whilst in thy faces heau'n they moue Giue light to all the world of loue And yet do whiles defraud our sight Whil'st two white clouds eclipse their light The laborinthes of thine eares VVhere Beautie both her colours reares Are lawne laid on a scarlet ground Whereas Loues ecchoes euer sound Thy cheekes strawberries dipt in milke As white as snow as soft as silke Gardens of lillies and of roses Where Cupid still himselfe reposes And on their daintie rounds he sits When he would charme the rarest wits Those swelling vales which beautie owes Are parted with a dike of snowes The line that still is stretch'd out euen And doth deuide thy faces heauen It hath the prospect of those lippes From which no word vnballanc'd slippes There is a grot by Nature fram'd Which Art to follow is asham'd All those whom fame for rare giues foorth Compar'd with this are litle woorth T' is all with pearles and rubies set But I the best almost forget There do the gods as I haue tride Their Ambrosie and Nectar hide The daintie pot that 's in thy chin Makes many a heart for to fall in Whereas they boyle with pleasant fires Whose fuell is enflam'd Desires T' is eminent in Beauties field As that which threatens all to yeeld T'vphold those treasures vndefac'd There is an yuorie pillar plac'd Which like to Maias sonne doth proue For to beare vp this world of loue In it some branched veines arise As th' azure pure would braue the skies I see whiles as I downward moue Two litle globes two worlds of loue Which vndiscouer'd vndistressed Were neuer with no burden pressed Nor will for Lord acknowledge none To be enstal'd in Beauties throne As barren yet so were they bare O happie he that might dwell there And now my Muse we must make hast To it that 's iustly cal'd the wast That wasts my heart with hopes and feares My breath with sighes mine eyes with teares Yet I to it for all those harmes Would make a girdle of mine armes There is below which no man knowes A mountaine made of naked snowes Amidst the which is Loues great seale To which for helpe I oft appeale And if by it my right were past I should brooke beautie still at last But ah my Muse will lose the Crowne I dare not go no further downe Which doth discourage me so much That I no other thing will touch No not those litle daintie feet Which Thetis staine for Venus meet Thus wading through the depths of Beautie I would haue faine discharg'd my dutie Yet doth thy worth so passe my skill That I shew nothing but good will Son 83. THat fault on me my Faire no further vrge Nor wrest it not vnto a crooked sence The punishment else paffeth the offence This fault was in it selfe too great a scourge Since I behoou'd to giue th' occasion place And could not haue the meanes to visite thee Could there haue come a greater crosse to me Then so to be sequestred from thy face And yet I thinke that fortune for my rest Though for the time it did turmoile my mind Admit she be as many call her blind Did for the time then stumble on the best To looke vpon thine eyes had I presum'd I might haue rested by their rayes consum'd Son 84. AH thou my Loue wilt lose thy selfe at last VVho can to match thy selfe with none agree Thou ow'st thy father Nephewes and to me A recompence for all my passions past Ah why should'st thou thy beauties treasure wast VVhich will begin for to decay I see Earst Daphne did become a barren tree Because she was not halfe so wise as chast And all the fairest things do soonest fade VVhich O I feare thou with repentance trie The roses blasted are the lillies dye And all do languish in the sommers shade Yet will I grieue to see those flowers fall downe VVhich for my temples should haue fram'd a crowne Son 85. SOme yet not borne surueying lines of mine Shall enuie with a sigh the eyes that view'd Those beauties with my bloud so oft imbrude The which by me in many a part do shine Those reliques then of this turmoil'd engine VVhich for thy fauour haue so long pursude Then after death will make my fortune rued And thee