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A10831	A handefull of pleasant delites containing sudrie new sonets and delectable histories, in diuers kindes of meeter. Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in vse, to be sung: euerie sonet orderly pointed to his proper tune. With new additions of certain songs, to verie late deuised notes, not commonly knowen, nor vsed heretofore, by Clement Robinson, and diuers others.	Robinson, Clement, fl. 1566-1584.	1584 (1584)	STC 21105; ESTC S110524	25,030	80

die ¶ Somtimes I spend the night to end in dolors and in woe Somtime againe vnto my pain my chiefest ioy doth grow When as in minde thy shape I finde as fancie doth me tell Whome nowe I knowe as proofe doth show I loued thée ouer wel ¶ How oft within my wreathed arme desired I to folde Thy Christall corps of whom I ioyed more dearer than of golde But now dosdaome dooth breede my paine and thou ●…anst not denie But that I loued thée ouer well that caused me to d●…e The 〈◊〉 that serut●… his 〈◊〉 will in 〈◊〉 here and there The moyling Horse that labours still his burthen great to 〈◊〉 In ●…ew of pain●… 〈◊〉 againe of him which did him owe As Natures heast 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and lea●…t them thank of 〈◊〉 of to show●… ¶ The Lyon and the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as Nature doth then 〈◊〉 For 〈◊〉 like loue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 gaine in Stories 〈◊〉 finde Those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 both 〈◊〉 ●…ame of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 But thy reply willis 〈◊〉 to ●…ie that loued thee ouer 〈◊〉 ¶ Therfore my deare 〈◊〉 Darling 〈◊〉 ensample 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Which equally wi●…h 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their louing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And giue him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 death we which loued 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ¶ Then shall thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 same where euer that they goe And wish for ay as for thy pay all Nestors yeares to know And I no lesse then all the rest should wish thée health for aye Because thou hast heard my request and saued me from decay A faithfull vow of two constant Louers To the new Rogero SHall distance part our loue or daily choice of chaunge Or sprites below or Gods aboue haue power to ma●…e vs straunge ¶ No nothing here on earth that kinde hath made or wrought Shall force me to forget goodwill so dearely bought ¶ And for my part I vow to serue for terme of life Which promise may compare with her which was Vlisses wife ¶ Which vow if I 〈◊〉 breake let vengeance on me fall Eche plague that on the earth may raigne I aske not one but all ¶ Though time may bréede suspect to fill your hart with ●…oyes And absence may a 〈◊〉 breede to let your wished ioyes ¶ Yet thinke I haue a 〈◊〉 and honesty to keepe And weigh the time your loue hath dwelt within my hart so deep ¶ And peise the words I spake and marke my countenance then And let not slip no earnest sigh if thou remember can ¶ At least forget no teares that trickled downe my face And marke howe oft I wroong your hand and blushed all the space ¶ Remember how I sware and strook therewith my brest In witnesse when thou partst me fro my heart with thée should rest ¶ Thinke on the eger lookes full loth to leaue thy sight That made the signes when that she list to like no other wight ¶ If this be out of thought yet call to minde againe The busie sute the much adoe the labour and the paine ¶ That at the first I had ●…re thy good will I gate And think how for thy loue alone I purchase partly hate ¶ But all is one with me my heart so setled is No friend nor foe nor want of wealth shall neuer hurt in this ¶ Be constant now therefore and faithfull to the end Be carefull how we both may do to be ech others friend ¶ Wish frée and cleane consent two hearts in one I knit Which for my part I vow to kéep and promise not to flit ¶ Now let this vow be kept exchange thy heart for mine So shal two harts be in one breast and both of them be thine A sorrowfull Sonet made by M. George Mannington at Cambridge Castle To the tune of Labandala Shot I Waile in wo I plunge in pain with sorowing sobs I do complain With wallowing waues I wish to die I languish sore whereas I lie In feare I faint in hope I holde With ruthe I runne I was too bolde As lucklesse lot assigned me in dangerous dale of destinie Hope bids me smile Feare bids me wéep My séelie soule thus Care doth kéep ¶ Yea too too late I do repent the youthful yeares that I haue spent The retch lesse race of carelesse kinde which hath bewitcht my woful minde Such is the chaunce such is the state Of those that trust too much to fate No braggiug boast of gentle blood What so he be can do thee good No wit no strength nor beauties hue No friendly sute can death eschue ¶ The dismall day hath had his wil And iustice seekes my life to spill Reuengement craues by rigorous law Whereof I little stood in a we The dolefull doom to end my life Bedect with care and worldlie strife And frowuing iudge hath giuen his doome O gentle death thou art welcome The losse of life I do not feare Then welcome death the end of care ¶ O prisoners poore in dungeon déep Which passe the night in slumbring sleep Wel may you rue your youthful race And now lament your cursed cace Content your selfe with your estate I mpute no shame to fickle fate With wrong attempts increase no wealth Regard the state of prosperous health And think on me when I am dead Whom such delights haue lewdly led ¶ My friend and parents where euer you be Full little do you thinke on me My mother milde and dame so déer Thy louing childe is fettred héer Would God I had I wish too late Been bred and borne of meaner estate Or else would God my rechlesse eare Had béen obedient for to heare Your sage aduice and counsel true But in the Lord parents adue ¶ You valiant hearts of youthfull train Which heard my heauie heart complain A good example take by me Which runne the race where euer you be trust not too much to bilbow blade nor yet to fortunes fickle trade Hoist not your sailes no more in winde Least that some rocke you chaunce to finde or else be driuen to Lybia land whereas the Barque may sinck in sand ¶ You students all that present be To view my fatall destinie would God I could requite your pain wherein you labour although in vain if mightie God would think it good to spare my life and vitall blood 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your profered curtesie ●●…ld remaine most stedfastly Your seruant true in deed and word But welcome death as please the Lord. ¶ Yea welcome death the end of woe And farewell life my fatall soe Yea welcome death the end of strife Adue the care of mortall life For though this life doth fléet away In heauen I hope to liue for ay A place of ioy and perfect rest Which Christ hath purchaste for the best Til that we méet in heauen most hiest Adue farewell in Iesu Christ. A proper Sonet of an vnkinde Damsell to to her faithful Louer To the nine Muses THe ofter that I view and sée That pleasant face and faire beautie whereto my heart is bound The néer my Mistresse is to me My health

A Handefull of pleasant delites Containing sundrie new Sonets and delectable Histories in diuers kindes of Meeter Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in vse to be sung euerie Sonet orderly pointed to his proper Tune With new additions of certain Songs to verie late deuised Notes not commonly knowen nor vsed heretofore By Clement Robinson and diuers others ¶ AT LONDON Printed by Richard Ihones dwelling at the signe of the Rose and Crowne neare Holburne Bridge 1584. The Printer to the Reader YOu that in Musicke do delight your minds for to solace This little booke of Sonets m●● wel like you in that case Peruse it wel ere you passe by here may you wish and haue Such pleasaut songs to ech new tune as lightly you can craue Or if fine Histories you would reade you need not far to seek Within this booke such may you haue as Ladies may wel like Here may you haue such pretie thinges as women much desire Here may you haue of sundrie sorts such Songs as you require Wherefore my friend if you regard such Songs to reade or heare Doubt not to buy this pretie Booke the price is not so deare A Nosegaie alvvaies sweet for Louers to send for Tokens of loue at Newyeres tide or for fairings as they in their minds shall be disposed to write A Nosegaie lacking flowers fresh to you now I do send Desiring you to look thereon when that you may intend For flowers fresh begin to fade and Boreas in the field Euen with his hard con●…ealed frost no better flowers doth yéeld ¶ But if that winter could haue sprung a swéeter flower than this I would haue sent it presently to you withouten misse Accept this then as time doth serue be thankful for the same Despise it not but kéep it well and marke ech flower his name ¶ Lauander is for louers true which euermore be faine Desiring alwaies for to haue some pleasure for their pain And when that they obtained haue the loue that they require Then haue they al their perfect ioie and quenched is the fire ¶ Rosemarie is for remembrance betwéene vs daie and night Wishing that I might alwaies haue you present in my sight And when I cannot haue as I haue said before Then Cupid with his deadly dart doth wound my heart full sore ¶ Sage is for sustenance that should mans life sustaine For I do stil lie languishing continually in paine And shall do stil vntil I die except thou fauour show My paine and all my greeuous smart ful wel you do it know ¶ Fenel is for flaterers an euil thing it is sure But I haue alwaies meant truely with constant heart most pure And will continue in the same as long as life doth last Still hoping for a ioiful daie when all our paines be past ¶ Violet is for faithfulnesse which in me shall abide Hoping like wise that from your heart you wil not let it slide And wil continue in the same as you haue nowe begunne And then for euer to abide then you my heart haue wonne ¶ Time is to trie me as ech be tried must ●●●…ting you know while life doth last I wil not be vniust And if I should I would to God to hell my soule should beare And eke also that Belzebub with téeth he should me teare ¶ Roses is to rule me with reason as you will For to be still obedient your minde for to fulfill And thereto will not disagrée in nothing that you say But will content your mind truely in all things that I may ¶ Ieliflowers is for gentlenesse which in me shall remaine Hoping that no sedition shal depart our hearts in twaine As soone the sunne shal loose his course the moone against her kinde Shall haue no light if that I do once put you from my minde ¶ Carnations is for gratiousnesse marke that now by the way Haue no regard to flatterers nor passe not what they say For they will come with lying tales your eares for to fulfil In anie case do you consent nothing vnto their wil. ¶ Marigolds is for marriage that would out minds suffise Least that suspition of vs twaine by anie meanes should rise As for my part I do not care my self I wil stil vse That all the women in the world for you I will refuse ¶ Peniriall is to print your loue so déep within my heart That when you look this Nosegay on my pain you may impart And when that you haue read the same consider wel my wo Think ye then how to recompence euen him that loues you so ¶ Cowsloppes is for counsell for secrets vs betwéen That none but you and I alone should know the thing we meane And if you wil thus wisely do as I think to be best Then haue you surely won the field and set my heart at rest I pray you kéep this Nosegay wel and set by it some store And thus farewel the Gods thee guide both now and euermore Not as the common sort do vse to set it in your brest That when the smel is gone away on ground he takes his rest FINIS L. Gibsons Tantara wherin Danea welcommeth home her Lord Diophon frō the war To the tune of Down right Squire YOu Lordings cast off your wéedes of wo me thinks I heare A trūpet shril which plain doth show my Lord is neare Tantara tara tantara this trumpet glads our hearts Therefore to welcome home your King you Lordings plaie your parts Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ Harke harke me thinkes I heare again this trumpets voice He is at hand this is certaine wherefore reioice Tantara tara tantara c. this trumpet still doth say With trumpets blast all dangers past doth shew in Marshall ray ¶ A ioifull sight my hearts delight my Diophon déere Thy comely grace I do embrace with ioiful chéere Tantara tara tantara what pleasant sound is this Which brought to me with victorie my ioy and onely blisse Tantara tara tantara c. Diophon My Quéene and wife my ioy and life in whom I minde In euery part the trustiest hart that man can finde Tantara tara tantara me thinks I heare your praise Your vertues race in euerie place which trumpet so doth raise Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ Now welcome home to Siria soile from battered field That valiantly thy foes did foile with speare and shield Tantara tara tantara me thinks I heare it still Thy sounding praise abroad to raise with trump that is most shrill Tantara tara tantara c. ¶ If honour and fame O noble Dame such déeds do aske Then Diophon here to purchasr fame hath done this taske Tantara tara tantara returnd he is againe To leade his life with thée his wife in ioie without disdaine Tantara tara tantara c. Finis L. G. ¶ A proper new Song made by a Studient in Cambridge To the tune of I wish to see those happie daies I Which was once a happie wight

and make the matter nice And leaue her in fooles paradice ¶ Wherefore of such good Ladie now wisely beware Least flinging fancies in their brow do breed you care And at the first giue them the checke Least they at last giue you the geck And scornfully disdaine ye then In faith there are such kind of men ¶ But Iam none of those indéed beléeue me now I am your man if you me néed I make a vow To serue you without doublenesse With feruent heart my owne mistresse Demaund me commaund me what please ye and whan I wil be stil readie as I am true 〈◊〉 A new Sonet of Pyramus and Thisbie To the Downe right Squier YOu Dames I say that climbe the mount of Helicon Come on with me and giue account what hath béen don Come tell the chaunce ye Muses all and dolefull newes Which on these Louers did befall which I accuse In Babilon not long agone a noble Prince did dwell whose daughter bright dimd ech ones sight so farre she did excel ¶ An other Lord of high reuowne who had a sonne And dwelling there within the towne great loue begun●…e Pyramus this noble Knight I tel you true Who with the loue of Thisbie bright did cares renue It came to passe their secrets was beknowne vnto them both And then in minde they place do finde where they their loue vnclothe ¶ This loue they vse long tract of time till it befell At last they promised to méet at prime by Minus well Where they might louingly imbrace in loues delight That he might sée his Thisbies face and she his sight In ioyful case she approcht the place where she her Pyramus Had thought to viewd but was renewd to them most dolorous ¶ Thus while she staies for Pyramus there did procéed Out of the wood a Lion fierce made Thisbie dréed And as in haste she fled awaie her Mantle fine The Lion tare in stead of praie till that the time That Pyramus procéeded thus and sée how lion tare The Mantle this of Thisbie his he ●…esperately doth fare ¶ For why he thought the lion had faire Thisbie slaine And then the beast with his bright blade he slew certaine Then made he mone and said alas O wretched wight Now art thou in a woful case for Thisbie bright Oh Gods aboue my faithfull loue shal neuer faile this néed For this my breath by fatall death shal weaue Atropos thréed ¶ Then from his sheathe he drew his blade and to his hart He thrust the point and life did vade with painfull smart Then Thisbie she from cabin came with pleasure great And to the well apase she ran there for to treat And to discusse to Pyramus of al her former feares And when slaine she found him truly she shed foorth bitter 〈◊〉 ¶ When sorrow great that she had made she took in hand The bloudie knife to end her life by fatall hand You Ladies all peruse and sée the faithfulnesse How these two Louers did agrée to die in distresse You Muses waile and do not faile but still do you lament These louers twaine who with such paine did die so well content Finis I. Tomson A Sonet of a Louer in the praise of his lady To Calen o Custure me sung at euerie lines end WHē as I view your comly grace Ca. c Your golden haires your angels face Your azured veines much like the skies Your siluer téeth your Christall eies Your Corall lips your crimson chéeks That Gods and men both loue and léekes ¶ Your pretie mouth with diuers gifts Which driueth wise men to their shifts So braue so fine so trim so yong With heauenlie wit and pleasant tongue That Pallas though she did excell Could frame ne tel a tale so well ¶ Your voice so swéet your necke so white your bodie fine and small in sight Your fingers long so nimble be To vtter foorth such harmonie As all the Muses for a space To sit and heare do giue you place ¶ Your pretie foot with all the rest That may be seene or may be gest Doth beare such shape that beautie may Giue place to thée and go her way And Paris nowe must change his doome For Venus lo must giue thee roome ¶ Whos 's gleams doth heat my hart as fier Although I burne yet would I nier Within my selfe then can I say The night is gone behold the day Behold the star so cleare and bright As dimmes the sight of Phoebus light ¶ Whose fame by pen for to discriue Doth passe ech wight that is aliue Then how dare I with boldned face Presume to craue or wish your grace And thus amazed as I stand Not féeling sense nor moouing hand ¶ My soule with silence moouing sense Doth wish of God with reuerence Long life and vertue you possesse To match those gifts of worthinesse And loue and pitie may be spide To be your chief and onely guide ¶ A proper Sonet Intituled Maid wil yon marrie To the Blacke Almaine MAid wil you marie I pray sir tarie I am not disposed to wed a For he y ● shal haue me wil neuer deny me he shal haue my maidēhed a. Why then you wil not wed me No sure sire I haue sped me You must go séeke some other wight That better may your heart delight For I am sped I tell you true beléeu me it gréeus me I may not haue you To wed you bed you as a woman shold be ¶ For if I could be sure I would consent to your desire I would not doubt to bring about ech thing you would require But promise now is made Which cannot be staide It is a womans honestie To kéep her promise faithfully And so I do meane til death to do Consider and gather that this is true Choose it and vse it the honester you ¶ But if you séek for to misléeke with this that I haue done Or else disdaine that I so plaine this talke with you haue begone Farewell I wil not let you He 〈◊〉 wel that gets you And sure I thinke your other friend Wil prooue a Cuckold in the end But he wil take héed if he be wise To watch you catch you with Argus eies Besetting and letting your wonted guise ¶ Although the Cat doth winke a while yet sure she is not blinde It is the waie for to beguile the Mice that run behind And if she sée them runniug Then straightway she is comming Upon their head she claps her foote To striue with her it is no boote The seelie poore Mice dare neuer play She catcheth and snatcheth them euery day Yet whip they skip they whē she is away ¶ And if perhaps they fall in trap to death then must they yeeld They were better thē to haue kept their den than straie abroad the field But they that will be ranging Shall soone repent their changing And so shall you ere it be long Wherefore remember well my song And do not snuffe though I