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A13797	Alba The months minde of a melancholy louer, diuided into three parts: by R.T. Gentleman. Hereunto is added a most excellent pathetical and passionate letter, sent by Duke D'Epernoun, vnto the late French King, Henry the 3. of that name, when he was commanded from the court, and from his royall companie. Translated into English by the foresaid author.	Tofte, Robert, 1561-1620.; Epernon, Jean-Louis de Nogaret de La Valette, duc d', 1554-1642.	1598 (1598)	STC 24096; ESTC S111433	52,678	150

nor my Griefes decrease Thousands of quicksands hath he all about I thousand cares that on my Hart do sease His waues are cut in twaine my Hart throughout The whistling reedes about his banks do sound Sorrow in me is of my song the ground Both windes and raine vpon him daily fall I still distill salt showres and sighs amaine By tempests oft his Channels broke are all My Bowels cleft be with continuall paine His bott●me none can well perceiue or see My Torments without depth sauns sounding bee Only we differ thus he still doth bide Here swallowing them that passe alongst this place I vade away and Cruell Homicide Murther I do my selfe in pitious case Who then can rid me Notamie of Woe From these hell plagues None but my Cruell Foe ALBA I haue not liued ouer long Yet haue I hollow eyes and haires halfe gray My yeares not many for I am but yong Though wrinckled be my cheekes and lims decay But is this Destnie or i ft pure Deceit That hath on me thus wrought this cunning fea● I ft be the first why then none could preuent My wretched Stars to scape this miserie I ft be the latter that such ill me ment I needes must think it was mine Enemie It was indeed thy selfe it was Faire Witch That with thy beautie wrought me to be sich Thou art too Faire I see for to be true And too too False for one that is so Faire Yet for my wrongs thou seemest not to rue Nor for my Crosses ought at All dost care And yet my Loue 's more feruent still tow●rds thee My sparks growne flames my cinders bonfires bee Only I grieue my daies are at an end Fore I can of thee any fauour gaine And which is worse I likely am to spend All the Remainder yet no Grace obtaine Vnhappie Pilgrim I borne still to euill To shrine her for a Saint who is a Deuill When Beautie sickneth then Desire doth die Fauor doth vade most flouring in his prime Then LOVE doth ebbe when flowes Aduersitie But Friendship bides out euery stormie Time Ah ALBA I not doted haue on thee But lou'd thee deare as deere as deere might bee Affection alwaies either grounded is On Vertue and Vertue nere peeuish showe● Or else on Beautie counted chiefest blisse And Beautie praisde through Loue more fairer growes I neuer Peruerse was nor Sullen yet But praisde thy Beautie to mine vtmost wit To thee I both a Friend and Louer am Yet euery Louer is no Constant Friend But who a Friend in Nature is and Name As Louer true begins and true doth end Thy trues● Friend am I more then another And vnto thee the faithfulst loyalst Louer Vertue in me Affection shall subdue Wisedome all Lust my Friendship sweetest Beautie I le not be fickle false but constant true Seruing thee still with all respect of Dutie And when I shall be buried dead and gone My Ghost shall as thy Slaue thee tend vpon Ah Speake then shall these Torments I endure Of Bloody Thoughts and nere expressed paine Neuer remorse of stubborne thee procure And shall they breede still my eternall bane Yet grant me things impossible to wish To feede Conceite since that no hurt it is Then shalt thou see through this I holde so deare I le longe my life prolong and Spiri●s spend And to my selfe that Creature none may heare I le softlie call it Loue till life shall end And if what I thus whisper Any vrge I le name it Honor so my selfe to purge May I but this sweete Contemplation holde I then shall liue of All men most content Taking more pleasure in my Thoughts though olde Then ere I did in youthly Actions spent Grant me this ●race to thee t is matt●r small And all my Crosses I le sweete Blessings call Ah that tho'wldst daigne this might be christned Loue That Fauour as reward● for it might be But I doe feare I shall thee too much moue This ouer boldenes Dearest pardon me And l●t me hope one day some gentle power May turne to Sweete this my most bitter Sower Time was and is and euer shall be still That I to honor thee will n●uer spare But for to call it Loue or Pure Goodwill I neuer durst although I seemde to dare Then suffer me to follow this my Vaine Flatte●ing my selfe although I nothing gaine None pleased hath mine eyes but ALBA bright None but sweete ALBA doth possesse my Ha●t Mine eares in ALBA onely take delight And ●his my Soule from ALBA nere shall part To follow th●e all Fortunes I le forsake And vnto thee alone my selfe betake The God● haue set such difference twixt our slate That all must be pure Dewtie Reuerence Nothing I must ter●e LOVE such is my Fate Except thou daine therewith fo● to dispence And since I know that so th●u dost command I condescend will to it out of hand Yet my Vnspotted Thoughts my pining Corse My D●scontented Life let them obtaine One blessed Fauour throu●h thy kinde remorse Though they not merit least part of the same So I with Ioy shall end my wearie daies And dying sound abroad thy nere dying Praise The Conclusion of the last Part. IF Vertuous Loue be Honor and no Shame Let no man causeles seeke my chaste Desire To bridle in with base conceited raine Since Virtue kindled in my brest this fire The Wise I hope will no Exceptions take Nor Gainst my Loue nor gainst these Toyes I make For by the Diall of Discretion sound Mine Actions all ●nd Cariage I direct And fearefull am I least I should be found T' haue done amisse in any due respect LADIE I hope no liue is here set downe Sauns awfull looking backe vnto your frowne No Worthlesse Thought doth lodge within my brest Since as my Guides I follow thy faire Eyes Sparkes of true Vertue in me now d●e rest Infused by those beames in wondrous wise Those with an vncouth Flame set me on fire The rightest pathes of HONOR to aspire By these conducted to Eternall Ioy I hope fo● to be lifted vp to 'th Skie From all Disgrace from trouble and annoy Where of my selfe I nere d●●●mount so hie Be gracious then Sweete Goddesse of my Thought For thy power t is doth make me soare aloft Il Disgratiato R. T. G. CERTAINE DIVINE POEMS WRITTEN BY THE foresaid Author R.T. Gentleman ●mprinted at London by F. K. for Matthew Lownes Deo Optimo Maximo WIth Teares in Eyes with drops of Blood from Hart With skalding sighs from inward grieued Soule A CONVERTITE from Vaine LOVE now I part Whilst for my Sinnes fore Heauen I do condole I know and knowledge I haue liued wrong And wilfull sought mine owne Destruction long The Temple of my Heauenly GOD I haue For earthly Goddesse stainde blasphemously Selling my selfe to Satan for his Slaue Whilst I transgrest in vile Apostasie Banisht my selfe I haue from Paradize Through thriftles Toyes of base-borne Vanities O thou that on swift Cherubins dost

hath no power ouer my Thoughts or Minde VVhich is the cause I count my selfe most free Though I my selfe in greatest Bondage finde I can so feede on Fancie and subdue Enuie by sweet Imagination true No sweeter Musick to the Miserable Than is Despayre therefore the more I feele Of bitternes of sorrow sower and fell The more of Sweetnes it doth seeme to yeeld Vaine ' esteeme my life all libertie Since I do want mine ALBAS Companie Vse Miserie hath made familiar now VVith me that I count sorrow chiefest Ioy And him the welcomst Guest I do alow That saddest tales can tell of bloodiest Noy Then Cruell think what life I still haue led Since so in post away from me th' art fled Thrice precious purse by daintie Hand ywrought Of Beauties First Borne Fauours rightfull Heire Not for a world of wealth purchast or bought But freely giuen for Loue by ALBA faire Giuen to me vnworthie of the same As one not meriting so great a Gaine T is not the richnes hereof though t is much Nor rarenes of the worke surpassing skill That I account of though that it be such As euery eye with masement it doth fill But cause t' was made by that Alconquering Hand Whose becke euē Loues own self doth countermād Dan Fortunatus Bagge which Histories Affirme endles to be for golden store And that it helde of Quoyne Infinities To this my purse is needy base and poore Golde in the inside onely of his purse wa● seene But mine hath alwaies Golde without and 〈◊〉 Pure gold t is wrought with yet her Haires more bright Saft is the Silke more fast her snowie skinne Orient the Perle yet are her teeth more white The Culler● rare her cheekes the prise tho winne Ah precious Purse where what I doe beholde Are Cullours rare fine Perle saft Silke pure Golde Warme showers raine fast from forth my blubbred eyes My heauie Thoughts are Clowdes ●eplete with woes Hot liuely Flames from out my breast arise My skalding sighs the wind 's that forth them blowes Fire burning Cancer and Aquarius cold Ore me their powers predominant do hold The flames thems●lues vp to the heauens lift Where they by thousands round about doe turne The waters runne like to a Torrent swift Hence comes it that my selfe I drowne and burne By reason of two spitefull Qualities Moysture and Heate my life in danger lies My teares a great streame make they so abound A quenchles burning this my secret Fire Hope doth despaire and there her selfe hath drownde And Hart to cinders burnes through her Desire Fancie 〈◊〉 frolike and doth still reuiue Reason's so sick not long shee le keepe aliue ALBA my Teares accounteth as a Toy And for a sport mine ardent Heat she holds For in her eyes Cocitus me to noy And Phlegeton in breast she fierce enfolds Thus she my Hart doth still anatomise With keenest rasor of her Crueltise Haires louely Browne immur'd with pearle and gold How ill fits you this Ribbon Carnatine Since I no more your Mistris now behold Of my disaster most vnlucky signe Who to me gaue this Bracelet for a FAVOVR A work by Beautie framde through LOVES true labour How often would she bout my Wrist still prie And vnderminde me by deuise as t were Making a shew of Doubt and Ielousie As if I it forgot bout me to beare But now I feare me through her staying ore long Both LOVE Her self and Me she much doth wrong VVho euer saw a Beautie such so faire Lodgde in a subiect so vnconstant found VVho euer saw more loyall Louer rare To ●uch hard Fortune causeles to be bound Ah why is not as is her face her Minde Th'one's Faire the other I Forgetfull finde Then louely Haires my dearest Harts best Ease You must from Handwrist mine to Hatband black There must you bide though me it doth displease Since whom I would I most of all do lack This sable place doth fit you best to mourne Where you vnseene shall lie till she returne ●h happie Handkèrcher that keepst the signe As only Monument vnto my Fame How deare my Loue was to sweet ALBA mine VVhen so to shew my Loue she did me blame Relique of LOVE I do not enuie thee Though whom thy Master cannot thou dost see Only let me intreat this Fauour small VVhen in her chamber all alone by chance Open her pretie Casket for some work she shall And hap her eye on thee vnwares to glance Ah then the colour of her face but marke And thou by that shalt know her inward hart If she shall blush and grieue thee so to view And wistly cast on thee a piteous eye It is a signe her loue continues true And that her faith she doth not falsifie Ah the● a fresh her faith more firme to moue Bleed thou againe for to reuiue her Loue. But if she seeing thee no account doth make Flinging thee here and there without regard Know then expired is my louing Date My Hope deceiu'd my Fortune ouer hard Yet if she doth but sighing say to thee Saftly Farewell deare SERVANT happie mee Those ebbon windowes sweete those cheerfull eyes Where LOVE at LAVVGH and sweete looke on doth play Are on the sudden changde in strangie wise And do Disdaines Ensigne gainst me display Darke now they seeme and sower ore passing bad Making my life seeme to me black and sad Those cheerfull eyes which wont to comfort me And to mine hangrie soule yeeld nourishment Denie me food nor will they pleased be But mew me vp as starueling closely pent My walks I v●de which faire and easie were Are stopt with blood-drawing brābles euery where My crased hart thus skorned for his Loue And plagude with proud disdaine and sdainfull Pride Wa●les so as would a Rock though flintie moue Nor ●etter course hath this Disgrace to bide Then sighs and Teares which forth he se●ds apace And damned like still begs but nere finds grace Sweet stay of my weake tottring life nie falne ●alme to my wounds and Cordiall to my griefe ●●ght to my darknes to my storme milde Calme Ease to my paine and to my want Reliefe Ah who hath now and that so suddenly Of pitie thee depriu'd to make me die Poore wasted Hart that wandrest not astray Although the PEARLE her orient colour change Thou which in thy first Faith vnstaind dost stay Although she from her plighted vow doth range Ah where are now thy cheerfull daies of Hope Thy Liues line Loue what wretched hād hath broke Alas poore soule how badly art thou vsde For thy much louing louing ouer long Causeles without desert to be refusde And for thy right to be repaid with wrong Fond do betimes from Fancies Fort retire Reason retaine and banish rash Desire What meanst thou careles thus to seek thy Car● Call home thy Wits giue ore although with losse Els like one blindfold art thou caught in snare And wilt too late returne by weeping crosse Seest no● that shut is Loues sweet passage

still at her former Crime And with Remorse doth mortifie the Spright VVhilst wronged Soule on Others layes the blame Yet reprehends her selfe euen for the same This earthly Beautie doth the Sence delight But Heauenly Beautie doth ●he minde mo●e please The one the World hath as an Obiect right And seekes the World to pleasure with sweet ease But th' other hath ●ehouah for hir glasse Nor she for any but for him doth passe The Sence doth burne with ●oues vnperfect works Which like a blaz● in th' aire doth flit away The Soule thirsts after that which neuer hurts And hunts for that which neuer will decay That which not subiect is to any time But of it selfe most Perfect and Diuine Thou Lord the Mortall and Immortall both Created hast marke humbly I require How much within my bodie they be wroth Marke how within me gainst me they conspire VVithin themselues they vary so and grudge That which of both shall win us hard to iudge My bad Conceits from Adam sprung of yore Doo headlong runne to endles death with shame And lesse that Reason do th●m bridle sore Hardly my Soule can ●asse from whence it came Then pardon Lord the Course that I haue runne And I from Sinne a new Man will become A Tirant great faire Beautie is in Loue When it doth triumph in a louely face And who with cold Disdaine this doth not moue Is caught by subtill sweet alluring Grace Who stands at Beauties Gaze and doth not flie Is soone entrapt by wilfull glan●ing eye This which of true Loue is but Picture bare With shadowing Vale doth dimme our cleerest sight And if to follow it we do not spare It soone deceiues vs with a false delight And to perpetuall prison sends our soule Vnles her sleights by Reason we controule Faire Pearle fine gold base ex●rements of th' earth What 's Beautie but a little White and Red Reuiued with a little liuely Breath With Winde or Sunne or Sicknes altered All this ●oth Time consume and bring to nought And all what ere into this world is brought The fairest Colours drie and vanish shall The yongst must pack as well as doth the Olde All mortall things to mortall death must fall And therefore first were cast in earthly molde That which doth ●●orish greene as grasse to day Tomorow withereth like to dried Hay Swift flies our yeares as doth a running streame And lothed Age comes stealing on apace Our youth doth passe away as t were a Dreame And Death doth follow for to take his place Death comes and our Lifes patent to his hand For to resigne he straight doth vs command Strength to his course and winde vnto his flight VVith feathers to his wings Time ioyneth fast And this sweet life which we so much do like Though nere so loth yet must away at last The fairest Flower must wither with the weede VVhat so doth liue to die was first decreede Thrise happie man and trebble blest is he That neuer treads his steps from rightest way Nor with the mist of VVorld will blinded be But keepes right path and neuer goes astray Contemning all these mundaine Treasur● base In hope to ioy the heauenly Wealth of Grace VVho dyeth ill dyes who dieth well neuer dies But liues a life aboue Eternallie Like good ●l●as who in wondrous wise VVas from base Earth tooke vp to liue in skie VVhere bide Th'elect of Christ for euer blest In Abrahams bosome there for aye to rest For thee my HART doth burne like fire Deare Lord Which freesde before like Frost and chillie Ice For thee to leaue my sinne I doe accord Through which thy heauenly grace I did despise All Follies now as Shadowes vaine I le leaue And vnto thee the Substance trew I cleaue In thee I burne and in my selfe I freese Frozen through feare but burning through thy Loue. Reason ore Senses mine now ouersees And her Authoritie ore them doth proue Which makes me humbly call to thee for grace Though proud before I runne a selfe wild race Repentance right sad Griefe salt Teares sure Faith Renue in me a sorie Contrite Hart My guiltie Conscience oft within me saith I Death deserue yet Mercifull thou art Sighs from ●y soule I offer for my Fee As pretious Blood thou offredst once for mee My Hart now clensde and yet not mine as now ●weet Christ to thee his first Home turnes againe ●rom me he flies and vnto thee doth bow ● giue it thee Accept I pray the same Ah Soueraigne Sauiour do not now despise A broken Hart for pleasing Sacrifise Weake is my Barke in which my Life doth rowe My wretched life through grieuous faults mispent And in the World his Ocean sayles but slowe Because it falles into the Occident My sickly Minde runnes selfe same doubtfull way And Soule doth grieue that Fancie ●o doth stray And though a gentle calmie Winde to blowe She findes about her as she fresh do●h sayle Yet vnder Waters doe I spie belowe The Foe of my poore Soule her to assayle And in that part wherein he doth espie The Ship to leake in that he close doth lie Ah now it grieues me now I doe repent My re●chlesse Race that I so Iewde haue runne Yet hath my God in mercie to me sent Helpe to my Vessell weake else I vndon● Hope at the left hand standes that part ●o guide And constant Faith on right hand doth abide Earth was my flesh before and earth againe Ere long it shall be but my Soule on hie Shall be lift vp in brightest Heauens ●o raigne If I from false alluring Sinne can flie When at his feete who first life to me gaue A Glorious Seat for euer I shall haue Full 7. times foure of yeeres my life hath runne Whil'st to my selfe a heauy B●rthen sore To others I a gainelesse charge become Soyled with beastly Thoughts vncleanly gore Whil'st in true Light being blind I farther goe From Reasons path which Iudgement did me show Slow to good works but too too swift to ill My Soule abroad with flitting wings doth flie And in the worlds darke bottom of Selfe will Mongst 1000. Snares she carelesly doth lie Where sensual Sense and Ignorance astray Her doubtfull leades quight out of her right way Too obstinate she headlong forward runnes In greatest Light she tumbleth in most darke Nor takes she thought what of her selfe becomes Be it right or wrong her course she doth not marke So that although Immortall she should liue Most mortall Death she seekes her selfe to giue But now thanks to the Soueraigne King of all She no more blinde the dangers gins to spie And looking backe vnto her former fall She doth repent through faith most heartily Where she doth see of Heauen the narrow Gate Which once was shut now ope for her escape King of all Kinges which from thy sacred Throne Doest ma●ke and view from forth the Heauens hie Thy Graces vnto Adams Ofspring showne Of thy great Loue although vnworthilie

Thou that do'st fill with true Delight the minde With true Delight wherein true Ioy we finde Behold how I ore laid with grieuous sinne With Soule defil'd with Heart infected sore Doe flie to thee thy Mercie for to winne And with Repentance doe my faultes deplore Lord if thy Lawes and thee I haue offended Let mine old Follies with new Teares be cleansed My Sorrowes to my Sinnes are sparkes but small So loathsome they appeare vnto my sight On thee I at thy Gate of Pittie call Thou art the Flame that canst them purge most brigh● The Bellowes is Amendements pure desire Which doth inflame through thy hotte louing Fir● Let thy great Bountie me forget forgiue And bad Conceites that idle Fancies wrought Let them no more within me working liue But to Confusion and Contempt be brought Oh let not Sinne my Soule still Satanise But with thy Spirit the same imparadise A most excellent patheticall and passionate Letter of Duke D'Epernoun MINION vnto Henry the third King of France and Polonia when through the Duke of Guizes deuise and meanes he was forbidden the presenc● of the King MY gracious Soueraigne a great combate had I in my minde and no little or small adoe to resolue my selfe what way to take hauing receiued expresse commandement not to approach the royall presence of your sacred Maiestie any more a matter of no small consequence as that was vnto me and such as was hard for me to beleeue and therefore not vnlikelie to be but of long resolution Willing I was my good Lord to obey your letter and so did I but yet for to make manifest the cause of so suddaine an alteration I did greatly desire to remoue from my heart whatsoeuer might haue displeased your Grace in any of my actions whatsoeuer yet could I finde none being thoroughly determined and wonderouslie desirous to answer the same with my life and bid you farewell with a liuely and open voyce before the face of all the world I most humbly beseech your Maiestie to pardon this my Disobedience seeing I haue not committed this fault onely for feare of disobeying you but rather because I am pricked forward by the great affection I owe vnto your seruice more than all the men in the world I see Sir I am the onely marke whereat the Enuie and Slaunder of France doe drawe their most fierce Dartes of their Rigor and Force I must needes vndertake ●o resist no lesse those who are Enuyers of my good Fortune then heretofore I haue done the Admirers thereof not doubting but that God will giue me the Grace not onely to repulse thē but also to beat thē downe wi●h the onely Sun-shining Beame of your royall Fauour which alone shal suffice without any more need of other Armour being as strong vnto me as the foundation of a Rocke which no Accidents whatsoeuer shall euer be able to vndermine For I do not place in the ranck of transitory thinges the Friendship wherewith your Maiestie with so great affection so long time hath honoured me It hath continued without ceasing with so great Good-will and sustayned so many sharpe assaultes that I feare nothing at all that it should perish in one small moment and on the sodaine Hap-hazard did not build it Fortune therefore shall not ouerthrow it and the workes of your Maiesties bountie shall neuer I hope yeelde vnto the malice of the Enemies of my Good Neither will I haue any other proofe of the Eternitie of your rare Fauours towards mee then the answere you made vnto one of the Neerest about your Maiestie who affirming you would make me too GREAT you answered And so Great will I make him that it shal not be in my power hereafter to vndoe him although willingly I would These are the wordes worthie Prince wherewith you haue pricked forwardes the violence of my malicious ill willers Wordes in trueth most worthie the greatest noblest and most bountifull Monarch of the worlde In so much as I haue engrauen in my soule an immortall desire to make my selfe worthie the effectes thereof But I must not nowe beholde nor at this time looke into what parte your Good-will hath shewed it selfe most firme and most affectionate to make famous my good Fortune The principall beginning there●● was resolued vpon with iudgement the sequell with reason and the end shall not be variable with ill destinie The proceedinges thereof were voluntary your Maiestie wil not suffer I trust that the chaunce thereof should be forced you haue raised me out of the dust vnto the greatest honours of your high Estate and of an vnworthie younger brother that I was you haue created me a great Duke I am of your owne fashioning I hope you will not suffer your worke to be vnperfect and for to lift me vp vnto the heauens of your greatnes you will not giue me winges of so soft a wax that I shall melt in the violent lightninges of the rage of mine enemies to make me miserablie to sincke into the bottomlesse flouds of their bloody desires But rather contrariwise that it would please you to protect me and to take a certaine kinde of pleasure and pride to see and beholde that the power you haue giuen mee may bee sufficient to ouerthrow these Infidels and base Creatures their 〈◊〉 estate being full of discommodities and t●eir diuelish determinations guiltie of horrible treasons But if your Maiestie desire to see the rest and quietnesse of your poore People imagining that I am the cause of their pouertie and neede and not the quarrels and conflicts that these Iewde fellowes haue attempted if my prosperitie causeth the trouble of your pleasures and if you thinke that ceasing the pretexte of your vnfained Good-will towardes mee by the same meanes they woulde cease their euill behauiours also let vs then Sir ouerthrow this good Fortune let vs remoue that which serues for a colour to the enterprises that these turbulent Companions goe about to put themselues into possession of your Estate let vs ouerthrowe the meanes which they call the Motiues and occasions of their Factions yet in the ende it shall plainly be seene that aspiring Ambition cankred Enuie of these malcontented mindes is the onely cynders which couers the fire wherewith they would imbrace your Realm and the breake necke ouerthrow into which they couet to thrust your people to accompany thē vnto their endles miseries But Soueraigne Liege I doe not hold the liberalitie your royall Person hath bestowed on mee so deare as I doe the least of your desires my obedience shall franckly yeeld to you all that which your princely Liberalitie hath bountifully giuen vnto me whether it be to take away the colour of the warres ensuing or to make it good in good-earnest vpon them which beare a shewe to desire it The losse of my Goodes shall be the least of my Crosses I haue alwayes considered that Fortune giueth no●hing but what she can alwayes take againe and that all worldly