in his false heart his true content And Hanniball when Fortunes ballance light Raiz'd low brought Rome and swaid proud Carthage down While all but he bewail'd their yeelding town He laugh't to ease his swelling hearts despight Thus cunning minds can maske with diuerse art Griefe vnder fained smiles Ioy vnder teares Like Hanniball I cannot hide my feares Setting cleare lookes vpon a cloudie heart But let me ioies enioie Deere you shal trie Caesar hid not his ioies so well as I. Sonnet While Loue in you did liue I onely liu'd in you While you for me did burne for you alone I burned While you did sigh for me for you I sight mourned Till you prou'de false to me to you I was most true But since Loue died in you in you I liue no more Your heart a Seruant new mine a new Saint enioyeth My sight offēds your eies mine eies your sight annoieth Since you held me in scorne by you I set no store Yet if dead Loue if your late flames returne If you lamēt your chāge count me your sole treasure My loue more fresh shall spring my flame more bright shall bu◅ne I le loue none else but you loue you without measure If not vntrue farewell in sand I le sow no graine Nor plant my loue but where loue yeelds me loue againe To Mistresse Diana PHoebus of all the Gods I wish to bee Not of the world to haue the ouerseeing For of all things in the worlds circuit being One onely thing I alwaies wish to see Not of all hearbs the hidden force to know For ah my wound by herbes cannot be cured Not in the Sky to haue a place assured For my ambition lies on earth below Not to be Prince of the Celestiall quire For I one Nimph prize more then all the Muses Not with his bow to offer Loue abuses For I Loues Vassall am and dread his yre But that thy light from mine might borrow'd be And faire Diana might shine vnder me Vpon his departure Madrigall SVre Deere I loue you not for he that loueth When he from her doth part That 's Mistres of his heart A deadly paine a hellish torment proueth But when sad Fates did seuer Me farre from seeing you I would see euer I felt in my absenting No paine nor no tormenting For sence of paine how could he finde That left his heart and soule behinde Epigrams translated out of Martiall Ad Aelian 76. l. 1. Si memini fuerant tibi quatuor Aelia dentes Expuit vna duos tussis vna duos Iam secura potes ◅otis tussire di◅bus Nil istuc quod agat tertia tussi◅ habet Foure teeth of late you had both blacke and shaking Which durst not chew your meate for feare of aking But since your cough without a Barbers ayde Hath blowne them out you need not be afraid On either side to chew hard crusts for sure Now from the Too◅h-ach you liue most secure In Herm. 15. l. 2. Quod nulli calic em tuum propinas Humane facis Herme non superbe A Monsieur Naso Verole Naso let none drinke in his glasse but he Thinke you t is curious pride t is courtesie De Manuella 51. l. 1 Os libra tibi lingit Manuella cat◅llus Mon miror merdas si libet esse cani I muse not that your Dog turds oft doth eate To a tung that licks your lips a turd's sweet meate De Milone MILO dominon est peregre Milone profecto Arua vacant vxor non minus inde parit Cur sit ager sterilis cur vxor lact tet edam Quo fodiatur ager non habet vxor habet MILO liues long in France and while he 's there his groūd bears nought his wife doth childrē beare Why should th' one barren th' other fertile be His ground lacks plowing vp so doth not she De Codro Li. 15 3. Plus credit nemo quam tota Cod◅us in vrbe Cum sit tam pauper quomodo coecus amat CODRVS although but of meane estate Trusts more then any Merchant in the citie For being old and blind he hath of late Married a wife yong wanton faire and wittie Ad Quintum 117. L. 5. Quae legis causa nupsit tibi Laelia Quinte Vxorem hanc poteris dicere legitimam THy lawfull wife faire Laelia needs must bee For she was forct by law to marry thee Nil mihid as viuus dicis post fata daturum Si non es stultus scis Maro quid cupiam To A. S. RIch Chremes whiles he liues will nought bestow On his poore Heires but all at his last day If he be halfe as wise as rich I trow He thinks that for his life they seldome pray Semper eris pauper si pauper es Aemiliane Duntur opes nullis nunc nisi diuitibus To all poore Schollers FAile ye of wealth of wealth ye still will faile None but fat sowes are now greez'd in the taile In Cinnam 42. L. 7. Primum est vt proestes si quid te Cinna rogabo Illud deinde sequens vt ◅ito Cinna neges Diligo praestantem non odi Cinna negantem Sed tu nec praestas nec cito Cinna negas To his friends MY iust demaunds so one grant or so one deny Th' one friendship showes and th' other courtesie But who nor soone doth grant nor soone say no Doth not true friendship and good manners know In Cinnam 107. L. 5. Esse nihil dicis quicquid petis improbe Cinna Si nil Cinna petis nil tibi Cinna negos WHat so'ere you coggingly require T is nothing Cinna still you cry Then Cinna you haue your desire If you aske nought nought I deny De Philone 48. L. 5. Nunquam se caenasse domi Philo iurat hoc est Non coenat quoties nemo vocauit eum PHilo sweares he ne're eates at home a nights He meanes he fastes when no man him inuites 12. L 12. YOu promise mountaines still to me When ouer night stark drunk you be But nothing you performe next day Hence forth be morning drunke I pray Ad Pessimos Coniuges 35. L. ◅ CVm sitis similes paresque vita Vxor pessima pessimus maritus Miror non bene conuenire vobis WHy doe your wife and you so ill agree Since you in manners so well matched be Thou brazen-fac'd she impudently bold Thou still dost brawle she euermore doth scold Thou seldome sober art she often drunke Thou a whore-hunting knaue she a knowne Puncke Both of you filch both sweare and damne and lie And both take pawnes and Iewish vsurie Not manners like make man and wife agree Their manners must both like and vertuous bee Epigrams A Rule for Courtiers HE that will thriue in Court must oft become Against his will both blind and deafe and dombe On a painted Curtizan WHosoeuer saith thou sellest all doth iest Thou buy'st thy beauty that sels all the rest In Aulam HEr Sons rich Aula termes her Letchers all Whom other Dames loues
friends and seruants call And sure me thinks her wit Giues them a name more fit For if all mothers them their sons do call Whom they haue onely borne nine months in all May she not call them sons with better reason Whom she hath borne nine times as long a season For a looking glasse IF thou be faire thy beauties beautifie With vertuous deeds and manners answerable If thou be foule thy beauties want supply With a faire mind and actions commendable In Asinium THou still wert wont in earnest or in iest To praise an Asse as a most worthy best Now like an Asse thy selfe thou still commendest Whats'ere thou speakst with thine own praise thou endest Oh! I perceiue thou praisest learnedly An Asse in Thesi and Hipothesi On a limping Cuckold THou euermore dost ancient Poets blame For faining Venus wife to Vulcan lame I blame the starres and Hymen to that gaue A faire straight wife to thee a foule lame knaue And nought doth ease my griefe but onely this Thy Venus now hath got a Mars to kisse On Crambo a lowzie shifter BY want of shift since lice at first are bred And after by the same encreast and fed Crambo I muse how you haue lice so many Since all men know you shift as much as any In Quintum QVintus is burnt and may thereof be glad For being poore he hath a good pretence At euery Church to craue beneuolence For one that had by fire lost all he had In Sabam WHy will not Saba in a glasse behold Her face since she grew wrinkled pale and old Doubtlesse I thinke she doubts that ougly sight Like Cow-turnd IO would her selfe affright In Aulum AVlus giues nought men say though much he craue Yet I can tell to whom the pox he gaue F. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and Madrigals Sonnet I. Dedication of these Rimes to his first Loue. IF my harsh humble stile and rimes ill dressed Arriue not to your worth and beauty glorious My muses shoulders are with weight oppressed And heauenly beames are o're my sight victorious If these dimme colours haue your worth expressed Laid by louers hand and not by Art laborious Your Sun-like raies haue my wits haruest blessed Enabling me to make your praise notorious But if alas alas the heauens defend it My lines your eyes my loue your heart displeasing Breed hate in you and kill my hope of easing Say with your selfe how can the wretch amend it I wondrous faire he wondrous dearely louing How can his thoughts but make his pen be mouing Sonnet II. That he cannot hide or dessemble his affection I Bend my wits and beate my weary braine To keepe my inward griefe from outward show Alas I cannot now t is vaine I know To hide a fire whose flame appeareth plaine I force my wil my senses I constraine T' imprison in my heart my secret woe But musing thoughts deepe sighes or tears that flow Discouer what my heart hides all in vaine Yet blame not Deere this vndissembled passion For well may loue within small limits bounded Be wisely maskt in a disguised fashion But he whose heart like mine is throughly wounded Can neuer faine no though he were assured That faining might haue greater grace procured Sonnet III. Vpon his absence from her THe fairest eie O eies in blacknesse faire That euer shinde and the most heau'nly face The daintiest smiling the most conquering grace And sweetest breath that ere perfumd the ayre Those cherry lips whose kisse might well repaire A dead mans state that speech did displace All meane desires and all affections base Clogging swift hope and winging dead despaire That snow-white breast and all those faultles features Which made her seeme a personage diuine And farre excelling fairest humane creatures Hath absence banisht from my cursed eine But in my heart as in a mirror cleare All these perfections to my thoughts appeare Sonnet IIII. Vpon presenting her with the speech of Grayes-Inne Maske at the Court 1594. consisting of three parts The story of Proteus transformations the wonders of the adamantine Rocke and a speech to her Maiestie WHo in these lines may better claime a part That sing the prayses of the maiden Queene Then you faire sweet that onely soueraigne beene Of the poore kingdome of my faithfull heart Or to whose view should I this speech impart Where th'Adamantine rocks great power is showne But to your conq'ring eyes whose force once knowne Makes euen yron hearts loath thence to part Or who of Proteus sundry transformations May better send you the new-fained Story Then I whose loue vnfain'd felt no mutations Since to be yours I first receiu'd the glory Accept then of these lines though meanly pend So fit for you to take and me to send ELEGIE I. He renounceth his foode and former delight in Musicke Poesie and painting SItting at board sometimes prepar'de to eate If 't hap my minde on these my woes to thinke Sighs fill my mouth in stead of pleasant meate And teares do moist my lips in lieu of drinke But yet nor sighs nor teares that run amaine Can either starue my thoughts or quench my paine Another time with carefull thought o're-tane I thought these thoughts with musicks might to chase But as I gan to set my notes in frame A suddaine passion did my song displace In stead of Rests sighs from my heart did rise In stead of Notes deepe sobs and mournfull cries Then when I saw that these my thoughts increasde And that my thoughts vnto my woes gaue fire I hop't both thoughts and woes might be releasde If to the Muses I did me retire Whose sweete delights were wont to ease my woe But now alas they could do nothing so For trying oft alas yet still in vaine To make some pleasant numbers to arise And beating oft my dullen weary braine In hope some sweete conceit for to deuise Out of my mouth no words but groans would come Out of my Pen no inke but teares would runne Of all my old delights yet one was left Painting alone to ease my minde remaind By which when as I lookt to be bereft Of these heart vexing woes that still me straind From forth mine eies the bloud for colours came And teares withall to temper so the same Adieu my foode that wontst my taste to please Adieu my songs that bred mine eares delight Adieu sweet Muse that oft my minde did'st ease Painting adieu that oft refresht my sight Since neither taste nor eares nor sight nor mind In your delights can ought saue sorrow finde SONNET V. To Pitie VVAke Pittie wake for thou hast slept too long Within the Tygrish heart of that fierce faire Who ruines most where most she should repaire And where she owes most right doth greatest wrong Wake Pittie wake O do no more prolong Thy needfull helpe I but quickly heare my pray're Quickly alas for otherwise despaire By guilty death will end my guiltlesse wrong Sweete Pittie wake and tell my cruell sweete That
light I flie Of your disdainfull Eyes But in a diuerse wise She with the flame doth play By night alone and I both night and day She to a Candle runnes I to a light far brighter then the Sunnes She neere at hand is fired I both neere hand and farre-away retyred She fondly thinkes nor dead nor burnt to be But I my burning and my death foresee MADIGRAL IX Answers to her question what Loue was IF I behold your Eies Loue is a Paradice But if I view my Hart T is an infernal smart ODE IX That all other Creatures haue their abiding in heauen hell earth ayre water or fire but he in all of them IN heau'n the blessed Angels haue their being In hell the Fiends appointed to damnation To men and beasts Earth yeelds firme habitation The wing'd Musitians in the ayre are fleeing VVith finnes the people gliding Of VVater haue the enioying In Fire all else destroying The Salamander findes a strange abiding But I poore wretch since I did first aspire To loue your beauty Beauties all excelling Haue my strange diuerse dwelling In heau'n hell earth water ayre and Fier Mine Eare while you do sing in Heau'n remaineth My mind in hell through hope and feares contention Earth holds my drossy wit and dull inuention Th ill food of airie sighes my life sustaineth To streames of teares still flowing My weeping Eyes are turned My constant heart is burned In quenchlesse fire within my bosome glowing O foole no more no more so high aspire In Heau'n is no beauty more excelling In hel no such pride dwelling Nor heart so hard in earth ayre water fire MADIGRAL 10. Vpon his timerous silence in her presence Are Louers full of fire How comes it then my verses are so cold And how when I am nigh her And fit occasion wils me to be bold The more I burne the more I do desire The lesse I dare require Ah Loue this is thy wondrous Art To freeze the tongue and fire the heart Madrigal 11. Vpon her long absence If this most wretched and infernall anguish Wherein so long your absence makes me languish My vitall spirits spending Do not worke out my ending Nor yet your long-expected safe returning To heau'nly ioy my hellish torments turning With ioy so ouer fill me As presently it kill me I will conclude hows'euer Schooles deceaue a man No Ioy nor Sorrow can of life bereaue a man Vpon seeing his face in her eye FAirest and kindest of all woman-kind Since you did me the vndeserued grace In your faire Eie to shew me my bad face With loane I le pay you in the selfe same kind Looke in mine Eie and I will shew to you The fairest face that heauens Eie doth view But the small worthlesse Glasse of my dimme Eie Scarce shewes the Picture of your heau'nly face Which yet each slightest turne doth strait deface But could O could you once my heart espie Your forme at large you there engrau'd should see VVhich nor by Time nor Death can razed be Madrigal XII Upon her hiding her face from him Goe wayling Accents go With my warme teares and scalding teares attended To th' Author of my wo And humbly aske her why she is offended Say Deere why hide you so From him your blessed Eies Where he beholds his earthly Paradise Since he hides not from you To His hart wherein Loues heau'n you may view Madrigal 13. Vpon her Beauty and Inconstancy WHosoeuer longs to trie Both Loue and ◅ealousie My faire vnconstant Ladie let him see And he will soone a iealous Louer be Then he by proofe shall know As I doe to my woe How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell A Dialogue betweene a Louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen Breast Hart. Shun not sweet Breast to see me all of fire Breast Flie not deere Hart to finde me all of snow Hart. Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire Breast And I desire Desires sweet flames to know Ha. Thy snow n'il hurt me Br. Nor thy fire wil harme me Ha. This cold wil coole me Br. And this heate wil warme me Hart. Take this chast fire to that pure virgin snow Breast Being now thus warm'd I le ne◅e seeke other fire Hart. Thou giu'st more blisse thā mortal harts may know Breast More blisse I take than Angels can desire Both together Let one ioy fill vs as one griefe did harme vs Let one death kill vs as one loue doth warme vs. ELEGIE 3. For what cause he obtaines not his Lady fauour Deere why hath my long loue and faith vnfained At your faire hands no grace at all obtained I' st that my Pock-hol'd face doth beauty lacke No Your sweet Sex sweet beauty praiseth Ours wit and valour chiefly raiseth I st that my musk-lesse cloaths are plaine and blacke No. What wise Lady loues fine noddies VVith poore-clad mindes and rich-clad bodies I st that no costly gifts mine Agents are No. My true Heart which I present you Should more then pearle or gold content you I st that my Verses want inuention rare No I was neuer skilful Poet I truly loue and plainly shew it I st that I vaunt or am effeminate O scornefull vices I abhorre you Dwel still in Court the place fit for you I st that you feare my loue soone turnes to hate No Though disdain'd I can hate neuer But lou'd where once I loue loue euer I st that your fauours iealous Eyes suppresse No onely vertue neuer-sleeping Both your faire Mindes and Bodies keeping I st that to many moe I loue professe Goddesse you haue my hearts oblation And no Saint else lippes inuocation No none of these The cause I now discouer No woman loues a faithfull worthy Louer AQuatrain IF you reward my loue with loue againe My blisse my life my heau'n I will deeme you But if you proudly quite it with disdaine My curse my death my hell I must esteeme you Sonnet 10. To a worthy Lord now dead vpon presenting him for a New-yeares gift with Caesars Commentaries and Cornelius Tacitus WOrthily famous Lord whose vertues rare Set in the gold of neuer stain'd Nobility And noble minde shining in true humility Make you admir d o◅ all that vertuous are If as your Sword with enuy imitates Great Caesars Sword in all his deeds victorious So your learn'd Pen would striue to be glorious And write your Acts perform'd in forrein States Or if some one with the deepe wit inspir'd Of matchlesse Tacitus would them historifie Then Caesars works so much we should not glorifie And Tacitus would be much lesse desir'd But till your selfe or some such put them forth Accept of these as Pictures of your worth To SAMVEL DANIEL Prince of English Poets Vpon his three seueral sorts of Poesie Lyricall in his Sonnets Tragical in Rosamond Cleopatra Heroicall in his Ciuill Warres OLympias matchlesse Son when as he knew How many crownes his fathers sword
had gain'd With smoaking sighs and deep-fetch'd sobs did rew And his braue cheeks with scalding teares bedew Because that Kingdomes now so few remain'd By his victorious Arme to be obtain'd So Learned Daniel when as thou didst see That Spencer erst so farre had spred his fame That he was Monarch deem'd of Poesie Thou did st I gesse euen burne with iealousie Least Lawrell were not left ynough to frame A neast sufficient for thine endlesse Name But as that Pearle of Greece soone after past In wondrous conquests his renowned sire And others all whose names by Fame are plac't In highest seat So hath thy Muse surpast Spencer and all that do with hot desire To the Thunder-scorning Lawrel-crowne aspire And as his Empires linked force was knowne When each of those that did his Kingdome share The mightiest Kings in might did match alone So of thy skill the greatnesse thus is showne That each of those great Poets deemed are Who may in no one kind with thee compare One shar'd out Greece another Asia held And fertile Egypt to a third did fall But onely Alexander all did wield So in soft pleasing Lyricks some are skild In Tragicke some some in Heroicall But thou alone art matchlesse in them all Non equidem inuideo miror magis Three Epitaphs vpon the death of a rare Child of six yeares old 1 WIts perfection Beauties wonder Natures pride the graces treasure Vertues hope his friendes sole pleasure This small Marble stone lies vnder which is often moist with teares For such losse in such young yeares 2 Louely Boy thou art not dead But from Earth to Heauen fled For base Earth was farre vnfit For thy beauty grace and wit 3 Thou aliue on earth sweet Boy Had'st an Angels wit and face And now dead thou dost enioy Iu high Heauen an Angels place An Inscription for the Statue of Dido O most vnhappy Dido Vnhappy Wife and more vnhappy Widow Vnhappy in thy Mate And in thy Louer more vnfortunate By treason th' one was reft thee By treason th' other left thee That left thee meanes to flie with This left thee meanes to die with The former being dead From Brothers sword thou fliest The latter being fled On Louers sword thou dyest Piu meritare che conseguire FRANCIS DAVISON MORE SONNETS ODES c. SONNET 1. He demaunds pardon for looking louing and writing LEt not sweet Saint let not these lines offend you Nor yet the Message that these lines impart The Message my vnfained Loue doth send you Loue which your selfe hath planted in my heart For beeing charm'd by the bewitching art Of those inueagling graces which attend you Loues holy fyre makes me breath out in part The neuer-dying flames my brest doth lend you Then if my Lines offend let Loue be blamed And if my Loue displease accuse mine Eyes If mine Eyes sinne their sins cause only lies On your bright eyes which haue my heart inflamed Since eies loue liues erre then by your direction Excuse mine Eies my Lines and my affection Sonnet 2. Loue in Iustice punishable onely with like Loue BVt if my Lines may not be held excused Nor yet my Loue find fauour in your Eies But that your Eies as Iudges shall be vsed Euen of the fault which from them-selues doth rise Yet this my humble fuite do not despise Let me be iudged as I stand accused If but my fault my doome do equalize What er'e it be it shall not be refused And since my loue alreadie is expressed And that I cannot stand vpon deniall I freely put my selfe vpon my triall Let Iustice iudge me as I haue confessed For if my doome in iustice scales be wayed With equall loue my loue must be repayed Sonnet III. He cals his eares eyes and heart as witnesses of her sweete voice beauty and inward vertuous perfections FAire is thy face and great thy wits perfection So faire alas so hard to be exprest That if my tired Pen should neuer rest It should not blaze thy worth but my affection Yet let me say the Muses make election Of your pure minde there to erect their nest And that your face is such a flint-hard brest By force thereof without force feeles subiection Witnesse mine eare rauisht when you it heares Witnesse mine eyes rauisht when you they see Beutie and vertue witnesse eyes and eares In you sweete Saint haue equall soueraignty But if nor eyes nor eares can proue it true Witnesse my heart ther 's none that equals you How they make my poore heart at once to dwell In fire and frost in heau'n and in hell Sonnet IIII. Praise of her eyes excelling all comparisons I Bend my wit but wit cannot de◅ise Words fit to blaze the worth your eyes containes Whose nameles worth their worthles name disdains For they in worth exceede the name of eyes Eyes they be not but worlds in which there lies More blisse then this wide world besides containes Worlds they be not but stars whose influēce raignes Ouer my life and lifes felicities Stars they be not but Suns whose presence driues Darknesse from night and doth bright day impart Suns they be not which outward heate deriues But these do inwardly inflame my heart Since then in Earth nor Heauen they equal'd are I must confesse they be beyond compare ODE I. His Ladie to be condemned of ignorance or crueltie As she is faire so faithfull I My seruice she her grace I merit Her beauty doth my loue inherit But Grace she doth denie O knowes she not how much I loue Or doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce For the guilt thereof must lie Vpon one of these of force Her ignorance or cruelty As she is faire so cruell she I sowe true loue but reape disdaining Her pleasure springeth from my paining Which Pitties source should be Too well she knowes how much I loue Yet doth knowledge in her moue No small remorce Then the guilt thereof must lie Her vndeserued cruelty As she is faire so were she kinde Or being cruell could I wauer Soone should I either win her fauer Or a new Mistresse f◅de But neither our alas may be Scorne in her and louein me So fixed are Yet in whom most blame doth lie Iudge she may if she compare My loue vnto her crueltie Sonnet V. Contention of Loue and Reason for his heart REason and loue lately at strife contended Whose right it was to haue my minds protection Reason on his side Natures will pretended Loues title was my Mistresse rare perfection Of power to end this strife each makes election Reasons pretence discoursiue thoughts defended But loue soone brought those thoughts into subiection By beauties troopes which on my Saint depended Yet since to rule the minde was Reasons dutie On this condition it by loue was rendred That endlesse praise by reason should be tendred As a due tribute to her conquering beautie Reason was pleasde withall and to loues royaltie He pledg'd my heart as hostage for his loyaltie
Sonnet VI. That she hath greater power ouer his happinesse and life then eyther Fortune Fate or Stars LEt Fate my Fortune and my starres conspire Iointly to poure on me their worst disgrace So I be gratious in your heauenly face I wey not Fates nor Starres nor Fortunes yre T' is not the influence of heauens fire Hath power to make me blessed in my race Nor in my happinesse hath Fortune place Nor yet can Fate my poore lifes date expire T' is your faire eies my Starres all blisse do giue T' is your disdaine my Fate hath power to kill T' is you my Fortune make me happie liue Though Fortune Fate and Stars conspire mine ill Then blessed Saint into your fauour take me Fortune nor Fate nor Stars can wretched make me Sonnet VII Of his Ladies weeping WHat neede I say how it doth wound my brest By fate to be thus rauisht from thine eyes Since your owne teares with me do Simpathize Pleading with slow departure there to rest For when with flouds of teares they were opprest Ouer those Iuory banks they did not rise Till others enuying their felicities Did presse them forth that they might there beare rest Some of which teares prest forth by violence Your lips with greedy kissing straight did drinke And other some vnwilling to part thence In amour'd on your cheekes in them did sinke And some which from your face wer forc d away In signe of loue did on your garments stay Sonnet VIII He paints out his torment SWeete to my cursed life some fauour shew Or let me not accurst in life remaine Let not my senses sence of life retaine Since Sence doth onely yeeld me sence of woe For now mine eyes onely your frownes do know Mine eares heare nothing else but your disdaine My lips taste nought but teares and smell is paine Banisht your lips where Indian Odours grow And my deuoted heart your beauties slaue Feeles nought but scorne oppressions and distresse Made eu'n of wretchednesse the wretched caue Nay too too wretched for vild wretchednesse For euen sad sighs as loathing there to rest Struggle for passage from my griefe-swolne brest ODE II. A Dialogue betweene him and his heart AT her faire hands how haue I grace intreated With praiers oft repeated Yet still my loue is thwarted Heart let her go for shee 'le not be conuerted Say shall she goe Oh no no no no no. She is most faire though she be marble hearted How often haue mysighs declar'd mine anguish Wherein is daily anguish Yet doth she still procure it Heart let her goe for I cannot endure it Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She gaue the wound and she alone must cure it The trickling teares that downe my cheekes haue â—…wed My life haue often shewed Yet still vnkind I proue her Heart let her goe for nought I doe can moue her Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. Though me she hates I cannot chuse but loue her But shall still a true affection owe her Which praiers sighs teares do shew her And shall she still disdaine me Heart let her go if they no grace can giue me Say shall she go Oh no no no no no. She made me hers and hers she will retaine me But if the loue that hath and still doth burne me No loue at length returne me Out of my thoughts I le set her Heart let her go oh heart I pray thee let her Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Fixt in the heart how can the heart forget her But if I weepe and sigh and often waile me Till teares sighs praiers faile me Shall yet my Loue preseruer Heart let her go if she will right thee neuer Say shall she goe Oh! no no no no no. Teares sighs praiers faile but true loue lasteth euer Sonnet VII His sighs and teares are bootlesse I haue intreated and I haue complained I haue disprais'd and praise I likewise gaue All meanes to win her grace I tried haue And still I loue and still I am disdained So long I haue my tongue and Pen constrained To praise dispraise complaine and pittie craue That now nor tongue nor Pen to me her slaue Remaines whereby her grace may be obtained Yet you my sighs may purchase me reliefe And ye my teares her rockie heart may moue Therefore my sighs sigh in her eare my griefe And in her heart my teares imprint my loue But cease vaine sighs cease cease ye fruitlesse teares Teares cannot pierce her heart nor sighs her eares Sonnet VIII Her beautie makes him liue euen in despaire WOunded with griefe I weepe and sigh and paine Yet neither plaints nor sighs nor teares do good But all in vaine I striue against the floud Gaining but griefe for griefe and paine for paine Yet though in vaine my teares my cheekes distaine Leauing ingrauen sorrow where they stood And though my sighs consuming vp my bloud For loue deseru'd reape vndeseru'd disdaine And though in vaine I know I beg remorce At your remorcelesse heart more hard then steele Yet such alas such is your beauties force Charming my sence that though this hell I feele Though neither plaints nor sighs nor tears can moue you Yet must I still persist euer to loue you Sonnet IX Why her lips yeeld him no words of comfort OFt doe I plaine and she my plants doth reed Which in blacke colours do paint forth my woe So that of force she must my sorow know And know for her disdaine my heart doth bleed And knowledge must of force some pittie breed Which makes me hope she will some fauour show And from her sugred lips cause comfort flow Into mine eares my heart with ioy to feed Yet though she reads and reading knowes my griefe And knowledge moues her pittie my distresse Yet do her lips sweet lips yeeld no reliefe Much do I muse but find no cause in this That in her lips her heauenly lips that blisse them Her words loth thence to part stay there to kisse them Sonnet X. Comparison of his heart to a tempest beaten Ship LIke a Sea-tossed Barke with tackling spent And stars obseur'd his watrie iournies guide By loud tempestuous winds and raging tide From waue to waue with dreadfull fury sent Fares my poore heart my heart-strings being rent And quite disabled your fierce wrath to bide Since your faire eies my stars themselues do hide Clouding their light in frownes and discontent For from your frownes do spring my sighs and teares Teares flow like seas and sighs like windes do blow Whose ioyned rage most violently beares My tempest beaten heart from woe to woe And if your eyes shine not that I may shuâ—… it On rocke despaire my sighs and teares will rue it ELEGIE To his Ladie who had vowed virginity 6 EV'n as my hand my Pen and Paper laies My trembling hand my Pen from Paper staies Lest that thine eies which shining made me loue you Should frowning on my sute bid
cease to moue you So that I feare like one at his wits end Hoping to gaine and fearing to offend What pleaseth hope the same despaire mislikes What hope sets downe those lines despaire out strikes So that my nursing murthering Pen affords A graue and cradle to my new-borne words But whil'st like clouds tost vp and downe the aire I racked hang t'wixt hope and sad despaire Despaire is beaten vanquisht from the field And vnto conq'ring hope my heart doth yeeld For if that Nature loue to beauty offers And Beauty shunne the loue that nature profsers Then either vniust beauty is too blame With scorne to quench a lawfull kindled flame Or else vnlawfully if loue we must And be vnlou'd then nature is vniust Vniustly then nature hath hearts created There to loue most where most their loue is hated And flattering them with a faire◅ seeming ill To poyson them with beauties sugred Pill 7 Thinke you that beauties admirable worth Was to no end or idle end brought forth No no from nature neuer deed did passe But it by wisedomes hand subscribed was But you in vaine are faire if faire not viewed Or being seene mens hearts be not subdued Or making each mans heart your beauties thrall You be enioyed of no one at all For as the Lions strength to seize his pray And fearefull hearts light-foote to runne away Are as an idle talent but abused And fruitlesse had if had they be not vsed So you in vaine haue beauties bonds to shew By which mens eyes engag'd hearts doe owe If time shall cancell them before you gaine Th'indebted tribute to your beauties raigne 8 But if these reasons being vainely spent You sight it out to the last argument Tell me but how one body can enclose As louing friends two deadly hating foes But when as contraries are mixt together The colour made doth differ much from either Whilst mutually at strife they doe impeach The grosse and lustre proper vnto each So where one bodie ioyntly doth inuest An Angels face and cruell Tigers brest There dieth both alleageance and command For selfe-deuided kingdomes cannot stand But as a child that knowes not what is what Now craueth this and now affecteth that And hauing weighs not that which he requires But is vnpleasde euen in his pleasde desires Chaste Beautie so both will and will not haue The selfe-same thing it childishly doth craue And wanton-like now loue now hate affecteth 9 And loue or hate obtain'd as fast neglecteth So like the web Penelope did weaue Which made by day she did at night vnreaue Fruitlesse affections endlesse threed is spunne At one selfe instant twisted and vndone Nor yet is this chaste beauties greatest ill For where it speaketh faire it there doth kill A marble heart vnder an amorous looke Is of a flattering baite the murthering hooke For from a Ladies shining-frowning Eies Deaths ◅able dart and Cupids arrow flies 10 Since then from Chastitie and Beauty spring Such muddy streames where each doth reigne as king Let tyrant chastities vsurped throne Be made the seate of beauties grace alone And let your beautie be with this suffiz'd Raze not my heart nor to your beauty raise Bloud-guilded Trophees of your beauties praise For wisest conquerors doe townes desire On honourable termes and not with fire Sonnet XI That he cannot leaue to loue though commanded HOw can my loue in equity be blamed Still to importune though it ne're obtaine Since though her face and voice will me refraine Yet by her voice and face I am inflamed For when alas her face with frownes is framed To kill my loue but to reuiue my paine And when her voice commands but all in vaine That loue both leaue to be and to be named Her Syren voice doth such enchantment moue And though she frowne eu'n frownes so louely make her That I of force am forced still to loue Since that I must and yet cannot forsake her My fruitlesse praiers shall cease in vaine to moue her But my deuoted heart ne're cease to loue her Sonnet XII He desires leaue to write of his loue MVst my deuoted heart desist to loue her No loue I may but I may not confesse it What harder thing than loue and yet depresse it Loue most conceal'd doth most it selfe discouer Had I no Pen to shew that I approue her Were I tong-tide that I might not addresse it In plaints and Prair's vnfained to expresse it Yet could I not my deepe affection couer Had I no Pen my very teares would shew it Which write my true affection in my face Were I tong-tide my sighs would make her know it Which witnes that I grieue at my disgrace Since then though silent I my loue discouer O let my pen haue leaue to say I loue her Quid pluma leuius Puluis Quid puluere Ventus Quid vento Mulier Quid muliere Nihil Translated thus DVst is lighter than a feather And the winde more light than either But a womans sickle minde More than Feather Dust or Winde W. D. Sonnets Odes Elegies and other Poesies Ten Sonnets by T. W. A Dialogue betweene the Louer and his heart L. SPeake gentle heart where is thy dwelling place H. with her whose bi◅th the heauēs thēselues haue blest L. What dost thou there H. Sometimes ◅ehold her face And lodge sometimes within her christall brest L. She cold thou hot how can you then agree H Not nature now but loue doth gouerne mee L. With her wilt thou remaine and let me die H. If I returne we both shall die for griefe L. If still thou stay what shall I get thereby H. I le moue her heart to purchase thy reliefe L. What if her heart be hard and stop his eares H. I le sigh aloud and make him soft with teares L. If that preuaile wilt thou returne from thence H. Not I alone my heart shall come with me L. Then will you both liue vnder my defence H. So long as life will let vs both agree L. Why then despaire go packe thee hence away I liue in hope to haue a happy day A Dialogue betweene a Louer Death and Loue. Louer COme gentle Death D. Who cals L. One that 's opprest D. What is thy wil L. That thou abridge my woe By cutting off my life D. Cease thy request I cannot kill thee yet L. Alas why so D. Thou want'st thy heart L. who stole that same away D. Loue whom thou seru'st entreat him if thou may Louer COme Cupid come C. Who calleth me so oft L. Thy vassall true whō thou shouldst know by right C What makes thy crie so faint L. My voice is soft Quite broke and spent with crying day and night C. Why then what 's thy request L. That thou restore To mee my heart and steale the same no more And thou O Death when I possesse my heart Dispatch me then at once D. Alas why so L. By promise thou art bound to end my smart D. But if thy heart returne
sweet to them that lightly touch Rough hard foule soure to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue though that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweet were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest p◅ace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine Phaleuciacke II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phaleuciacks MVse not Ladie to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedie for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse Sonnet IIII. Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who cal'd reueng to worke my spite thereby ◅ash was Reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor praier his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my eares disdainsull words did lie Proud looks did keepe mine eies with scornful traine Disire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable THe loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choice is made change he that list for me Such as I am so will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change cals for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaie◅ be Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full consent desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy encreaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be Iamais aultre To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causers of my paine That to my foe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason sold. Too late you call for helpe of me in vaine Whom loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are cleerer then the daies Vpon her absence THe sommer Sun that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and dries the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter pain◅ My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where looks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweet sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere VVhich from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my
these teares how chance I thus cōplain If force perforce I be are this misery VVhat helpe these teares that cannot ease my paine How can this fancy beare such sway in me But if my selfe consent that so it be And if my selfe consent that so it be Vniust I am thus to complaine and crie To looke that other men should succour me Since by my fault I feele such misery VVho will not helpe himselfe when well he can Deserues small helpe of any other man Thus am I tost vpon the troublous Seas By sundry winds whose blasts blow sundry waies And eu'ry blast still driuing where it please Brings hope and feare to end my lingring daies The Steers man gone saile helme and tackle lost How can I hope to gaine the wished coast VVisedome and folly is the lucklesse fraught My ship therewith ballast vnequally VVisedome too light folly of too great waight My barke and I through them in ieopardy Thus in the midst of this perplexity I wish for death and yet am loath to die Faire Face and hard Heart FAire is thy face and that thou knowest too well Hard is thy heart and that thou wilt not know Thou fear'st and smil'st when I thy praises tell But stop'st thine eares when I my griefe would show Yet though in vaine needs must I speake Or else my swelling heart would breake And when I speake my breath doth blow the fire With which my burning heart consumes away I call vpon thy name and helpe require Thy deerest name which doth me still betray For grace sweet grace thy name doth sound Yet ah in thee no grace is found Alas to what part shall I then appeale Thy face so faire disdaines to looke on mee Thy tongue commands my heart his griefe conceale Thy nimble feete from me do alwaies flee Thine eyes cast fire to burne my heart And thou reioycest in my ◅mart Then since thou seest the life I leade in paine And that for thee I suffer all this griefe O let my heart this small request obtaine That thou agree it pine without reliefe I aske not loue for my good will But leaue that I may loue thee still Quid minus optari per mea vota potest ODE VIII Disdaine at variance with desire DIsdaine that so doth fill me Hath surely sworne to kill me And I must die Desire that still doth burne me To life againe will turne me And liue must I. O kill me then disdaine That I may liue againe Thy lookes are life vnto me And yet those lookes vndoe me O death and life Thy smile some rest doth shew me Thy frowne with war o'rethrow me O peace and strife Nor life nor death is either Then giue me both or neither Life onely cannot please me Death onely cannot ease me Change is delight I liue that death may kill me I die that life may fill me Both day and night If once despaire decay Desire will weare away An Inuectiue against Loue. ALl is not gold that shineth bright in show Not euery flowre so good as faire to sight The deepest streames aboue doe calmest flow And strongest poysons oft the tast delight The pleasant baite doth hide the harmelesse hooke And false deceit can lend a friendly looke Loue is the gold whose outward hew doth passe Whose first beginnings goodly promise make Of pleasures faire and fresh as Sommers grasse Which neither Sunne can parch nor winde can shake But when the mould should in the fire be tride The gold is gone the drosse doth still abide Beauty the flowre so fresh so faire so gay So sweete to smell so soft to touch and tast As seemes it should endure by right for aye And neuer be with any storme defast But when the balefull Southerne winde doth blow Gone is the glory which it erst did shew Lo◅e is the streame whose wa◅es so calmely flow As might intice mens minds to wade therein Loue is the poison mixt with sugar so As might by outward sweetenesse liking win But as the deepe o're flowing stops thy breath So poyson once receiu'd brings certaine death Loue is the baite whose tast the fish deceiues And makes them swallow downe the choking hooke Loue is the face whose fairenesse iudgement reaues And makes thee trust a false and fained looke But as the hooke the foolish fish doth kill So flatt'ring lookes the louers life doe spill Vsque adeo dulce puella malum est Vpon an Heroical Poeme which he had begun in Imitation of Virgil of the first inhabiting this famous I le by Brute and the Troyans MY wanton Muse that whilome wont to sing Faire Beauties praise and Venus sweet delight Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes then serue for Cupids fight Shrill Trumpets sound sharpe swords Lances strong Warre bloud and death were matter of her song The God of loue by chance had heard thereof That I was prou'd a rebell to his crowne Fit words for war quoth he with angry scoffe A likely man to write of Mars his frowne Well are they sped whose praises he shall write Whose wanton Pen can nought but loue indite This saide he whiskt his parti colour'd wings And downe to earth he comes more swift then thought Then to my heart in angry hast he flings To see what change these newes of warres had wrought He pries and lookes he ransacks eu'ry vaine Yet finds he nought saue loue and louers paine Then I that now perceiu'd his needlesse feare With heauy smile began to plead my cause In vaine quoth I this endlesse griefe I beare In vaine I striue to keepe thy grieuous Lawes If after proofe so often trusty found Vniust Suspect condemne me as vnsound Is this the guerdon of my faithfull hart Is this the hope on which my life is staide Is this the ease of neuer-ceasing smart Is this the price that for my paines is paide Yet better serue fierce Mars in bloudy field Where death or conquest end or ioy doth yeeld Long haue I seru'd what is my pay but paine Oft haue I sude what gaine I but delay My faithfull loue is quited with disdaine My griefe a game my pen is made a play Yea loue that doth in other fauour find In me is counted madnesse out of kind And last of all but grieuous most of all Thy selfe sweete loue hath kild me with suspect Could loue beleeue that I from loue would fall Is warre of force to make me loue neglect No Cupid knowes my minde is faster set Then that by warre I should my loue forget My muse indeede to war inclines her mind The famous acts of worthy Brute to write To whom the Gods this Ilands rule assignde Which long he sought by Seas through Neptunes spight With such conceits my busie head doth swell But in my heart nought else but loue doth dwell And in this war thy part is not the least Here shall my muse Brutes noble Loue declare Here shalt thou see thy double loue
Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well Sonnet 4. Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his Eies That his daâ—…t life did misse though her it hit Yet not there with content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoile her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended Sonnet 5. Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against thâ—… Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which nere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be forcâ—…tto drowne Sonnet 6. Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passd by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spie Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blind yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy Sonnet 7. WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Son scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her denie To burne the picture which was in my heart The more Loue burn'd the more her picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine Sonnet 8. To the Sun of his mistris beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sun eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine and wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects my Suâ—… eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired VVitnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And brest with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sun on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire VVhereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou proue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sun in glory grace and might Sonnet IX Upon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shal vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is myloue Vnlesse you it destroy with your dâ—…sdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t' is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying Sonnet X. The Hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sun When it appeares doth make the stars to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do run All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. A Himme in praise of Neptune OF Neptunes Empire let vs sing At whose command the waues obey To whom the riuers tribute pay Downe the high mountaines sliding To whom the scalie Nation veelds Homage for the Christall fields Wherein they dwell And euerie Sea-god paies a Iem Yeerely out of his watrie Cell To decke great Neptunes Diadem The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his Pallace gates do make The water with their ecchoes quake Like the great thunder sounding The Sea-Nimphs chant their accents shrill And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweete voyce Make eu'ry ecchoing rocke reply Vnto their gentle murmuring noise The praise of Neptunes Empery Th. Campion This Hymne was sung by Amphitrytè Thamesis and other Sea-Nimphs in Grates-Inne Maske at the Court. 1594. Of his Mistresses face ANd would you see my mistresse face It is a flowry garden place Where knots of beauty haue such grace That all is worke and no where space It is a sweet delitious morne Where day is breeding neuer borne It is a meadow yet vnshorne Which thousand flowers do adorne It is the heauens bright reflexe Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe It is th'Idaea of her sexe Enuie of whom doth world perplexe It is a face of death that smiles Pleasing though it kill the whiles Where death and loue in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles It is faire beauties freshest youth It is a fain'd Eliziums truth The spring that wintred harts renu'th And this is that my soule pursu'th Upon her Palenesse BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be The kindly heate into my heart is flowne To cherish it that is dismaid by thee Who art
so cruell and vnstedfast growne For Nature cal'd for by distressed hearts Neglects and quite forsakes the outward parts But they whose cheekes with carelesse bloud are stain'd Nurse not one sparke of loue within their hearts And when they woo they speake with passion faind For their fat loue lies in their outward parts But in their brests where loue his court should hold Poore Cupid sits and blowes his nailes for cold Tho. Campion Of Corinnaes singing WHen to her Lute Corinna sings Her voice reuiues the leaden strings And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd eccho cleere But when she doth of mourning speake Eu'n with her sighes the strings do breake And as her Lute doth liue or die Led by her passions so must I For when of pleasure she doth sing My thoughts enioy a sodaine spring But if she doe of sorrow speake Eu'n from my heart the strings do breake Tho. Campion A Dialogue betwixt the Louer and his Lady LAdy my flame still burning And my consuming anguish Doth grow so great that life I feele to languish Then let your heart be moued To end my griefe and yours so long time proued And quench the heate that my chiefe part so fireth Yeelding the fruit that faithfull loue requireth Her answere SWeete Lord your flame still burning And your consuming anguish Cannot be more than mine in which I languish Nor more your heart is moued To end your griefe and mine so long time proued But if I yeeld and so your loue decreaseth Then I my louer lose and your loue ceaseth Ignoto An Elegie of a womans heart O Faithlesse world and thy most faithlesse part A womans heart The true Shop of variety where sits Nothing but fits And feauers of desire and pangs of loue Which toyes remoue Why was she brone to please or I to trust Words writ in dust Suffring her eyes to gouerne my despaire My paine for ayre And fruit of time rewarded with vntruth The foode of youth Vntrue she was yet I beleeu'd her eyes Instructed spies Til I was taught that loue was but a schoole To breede a foole Or sought she more thē triumphs of denial To see a triall How far her smiles cōmanded my weaknes eelde and confesse Excuse not now thy folly nor her nature Blush and endure Aswell thy shame as passiōs that were vaine And thinke thy gaine To know that loue lodg'd in a womās brest Is but a guest H. W. A Poesie to proue affection is not loue COnceit begotten by the eyes Is quickly borne and quickly dies For while it seekes our hearts to haue Meane while there reason makes his graue For many things the eyes approue Which yet the heart doth seldome loue For as the seeds in spring time sowne Die in the ground ere they be growne Such is conceit whose rooting failes As child that in the cradle quailes Or else within the mothers wombe Hath his beginning and his tombe Affection followes Fortunes wheeles And soone is shaken from her heeles For following beauty or estate Her liking still is turn'd to hate For all affections haue their change And fancie onely loues to range Desire himselfe runs out of breath And getting doth but gaine his death Desire nor reason hath nor rest And blinde doth seldome chuse the best Desire attain'd is not desire But as the cinders of the fire As ships in ports desir'd are drownd As fruit once ripe then fals to ground As flies that seeke for flames are brought To cinders by the flames they sought So fond desire when it attaines The life expires the woe remaines And yet some Poets faine would proue Affection to be perfect loue And that desire is of that kinde No lesse a passion of the minde As if wild beasts and men did seeke To like to loue to chuse alike W. R. MADRIGAL In praise of two FAustina hath the fairer face And Phillida the better grace Both haue mine eye enriched This sings full sweetly with her voice Her fingers make as sweete a noise Both haue mine eare bewitched Ay me sith Fates haue so prouided My heart alas must be diuided To his Ladies garden being absent far from her GArden more then Eden blessed Art thou thus to haue thy bowers Free'd from winter and still dressed With her faces heau'n-set flowers Happy too are those thy allies Where her faire feete deigne to tred Which departing earths low vallies Shall to the milkie way be led Thy trees whose armes her embraced And whose fruit her lips do kisse In whose vertuous minde well placed The rare tree of knowledge is Happy are so thy birds be Whom she taught to sing by art Who in heauenly harmony With the Angels beares a part Happy blest and fortunate Bowers Allies Trees and Birds But my most vnhappy state Farre surmounts all reach of words Vpon his Ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks CRuell and vnpartiall sicknesse Sword of that Arch-Monarke death That subdues all strength by weaknesse Whom all kings pay tribute breath Are not these thy steps I tracke In the pure snow of her face When thou did'st attempt to sacke Her liues fortresse and it race Th'heauenly hony thou didst sucke From her Rose cheeks might suffice Why then didst thou marre and plucke Those deere flowers of rarest price Mean'st thou thy Lord to present With those rich spoyles and adorne Leauing me them to lament And in lnkes blacke teares thus mourne No I le in my bosome weare them And close locke them in my heart Thence nor time nor death shall beare the Till I from my selfe docdepart Th. Spilman A Sonnet in the grace of wit of tongue of face Her face her tongue her wit so faire so sweet so sharpe First bent thē drew now hit mine eie mine eare my hart Mine eie mine eare my heart to like to learne to loue Her face hir tong hir wit doth lead doth teach doth moue Her face hir tong hir wit with beams with soūd with art Doth blind doth charme doth rule mine eie mine eare my heart Mine eie mine eare my hart with life with hope with skil Her face her tong her wit doth feed doth ◅east doth fill Oface o tong o wit with frowns with checks with smart Wring not vex not woūd not mineey mine eare my hart This eie this eare this hart shal ioy shal bind shall sw◅are Your face your tong your wit to serue to loue to feare Sonnet For her heart onely ONely sweet Loue affoord me but thy heart Then close thine eyes within their iuory coue◅s That they to me no beame of light impart Athough they shine on all thy other louers As for thy lip of ruby cheeke of rose Though I haue kist them oft with sweete content I am content that sweet content to lose If they sweete Will will not barre me I assent Let me not touch thy hand but through thy gloue Nor let it be the pledge of kindnesse more Keepe all thy beauties to thy selfe sweet lnue I aske not
35 Pastorals 1. Eglogue of Eubulus and Astrea 59 2. Gratulatory made by Sir Philip Sidney 17 3. In dispraise of a courtly life 19 4. Of Cuddy 68 Petition to haue her leaue to die see Ode 15 Petrarcks description of loue see Sonnet 2 Petrarcks Sonnet pace non trouo c. see Sonnet 22 Phaleuciacks of loue 141. 146 Phaleuciacks of Wisd. 173 Phisitian 2 Picture see Son 25 Plaine ring 5 Pockes see Poeme 46 Poemes 1. A liuing death 170 2. A meditation vpon the frailty of this life 187 3. An inuectiue against loue 156 4. Breake heauy heart 169 5. Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die 163 6. Cupid shootes light but wâ—…und sore 155 7. Deadly sweetnesse 142 8. Death in loue 168 9. Desires gouernment 169 10. Dispraise of loue and louers folly 165 11. Faire face hard heart 157 12. Her outward Iesture deceiuing inward hope 145 13. His heart arraigned of theft and acquited 140 14. Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies 171 15. In praise of the Sun 166 16. Inuectiue against his lady 174 17. Inuectiue against loue 169 18. Inuectiue against women 209 19. Ladies eyes wherefore they serue 143 20. Loue the onely price of loue 139 21. Loues contrarieties 170 22. Loues properties 170 23. Naturall comparisons with Perfect loue 191 24. Of bearance silence 209 25. Of conceit affection and desire 201 26. Of Corrinnaes singing 199 27. Of his Mistresse face 198 28. Of loue gift 213 29. Of silence 209 30. Of the first inhabiting this I le by Brute the Troians 160 31. That he is vnchangeable 147 32. That loue is vnlike in beggars and in kings 182 33. The Anatomie of loue per ignotum 214. 34. The Christian Stoicke 71 35. The effects of absence and presence 151 36. The passionate prisoner 171 37. The true loue knot 206 38. To her eyes 138 39. To his eyes 148 40. To his Ladies Garden 203 41. To time 186 42. Vpon beginning without making an end 113 43. Vpon her absence 150 44. Upon her palenesse 199 45. Upon his Lâ—… buying of Lutâ—… strings 142 46. Upon his ladies sicknesse of the small Pocks 189 47. Vpon seeing his face in her eye 92 Posie of a Ring 5 Prayer Booke 6 Praise of Beggers life see Beggers life Praise of her eyes see Son 17 Praise of Musicke see Hymne 1 Praise of sir Philip Sidney see Epigram 9 Praise of the two Countesses of Cumberland and Warwicke see Son 41 Prosopopâ—…ia 86 Purse 5 Quatraine 94 R Reporting sonnet of praise 200 Ring plaine 5 Rings posie 182 Romulus who was nursed by a shee wolfe see Inscrip 4 Round-lay very pretty in inuerted Rimes 28 S Samuel Daniel Prince of English Poets 95 Sapphicks vpon the passion of Christ 166 Scarffe 6 Sicknesse see Poeme 29 Sickenesse and recouery see Sonnet 23 Silence see Poeme 29 Sisyphus his Torment 115 Sizzers 6 Snufkin ibid. Song in praise of a Beggers life 162 Sonnets 1. A Prâ—…sepopoeia betweene him and his Lady 86 2. A true description of loue 197 3. Allegory of his loue to a ship 11 4. Allusion to Theseus bis voyâ—…g 10 against the Minotaure 167 5. An inuectiue against loue 1â—…9 6. Comparison of his heart to a tempest-beaten shâ—… 105 7. Compared by childrens Phisicke 207 8. Contention of Loue and reason 101 9. Desire hath conquered reuenge 128 10. Execration of his passed loue 116 11. He cals his senses as witnesses of her vertues 99 12. Hee demaunds pardon for looking louing writing 98 13. He desires leaue to write to his loue 108 14. He paints out his tormeÌ„ts 115 15. Her beauty makes him liue euen in despaire 104 16. His sighes and teares are bootlesse 104 17. In praise of her eyes 99 18. In protestation of loue 58 19. Loue punishable with loue 98 20. Loues discommodities 115 21. Loues Hyperboles 113 22. Of Fran. Petrarcha 114 23. Of her sicknesse and recouery 180 24. Of his Ladies Picture 697 26. Of his Ladies weeping 102 27. Of his owne and his Miâ—…es sicknesse â—…79 28. Of â—…gring loue 112 29. Of reâ—…iting the heart being by poeticall fiction once seuered 209 30. Of the Moone 118 31 Of the Sunne 117 32. Of the impossibilitie to dissemble loue 70 33. Of vnfained loue 38 34. That he cannot leaue to loue though commaunded 108 35. That loue made him a Poet ibid. 36. That she hath greater poweroner his happines and life then either fortune fate or stars 101 37. That time cannot end or diminish Loue. 112 38. To Mistresse Diana 62 39. To Pitty 71 40. To proue loue 38 41. To the two Countesses of Cum berland and Warwicke 196 42. Vpon a gold Rings poesie 182 43. Vpon acknowledgement of desert reiecting affection with the Answeres 84 44. Vpon her commending his verses 89 45. Vpon her looking out of a Window 181 46. Vpon loues entring by fame 190 47. Vpon loues entring by his Eares 178 48. Upon presenting of a new yeares-gift 94 49. Vpon the louers absence from his Ladie 91 50. Upon the 7 deadly sins 195 51. Vherein the Louer begges but his Ladies heart 190 52. Why her lips yeelde him no 〈◊〉 of comfort 120 Souldier 1 Sphecâ—… of Graieâ—… Inne Maske presented before the Q. 71 Stomacher 6 Strephons Palinode 27 T That time cannot ende or diminish loue 112 Ten Sonnets to Philomel 178 The bellish torments of Tantalus Titius Ixion Sisyphus and the Belides 115 The Lie see Lie 15 The Lots see lots 5 The Maske see Maske 71 The meane estate is best 20 The tombe of dead desire see Ode 154 Thisbe see inscription 1 Time see Ode 15 To her eyes see Poeme 38 To his eyes see Poeme 39 To his heart see Ode 23 To his Ladies garden see Poeme 40 To his Muse see Ode 24 Tongue see reporting Sonnet To time see Poeme 4 True louers knot 191 V Verball loue Vrania her Answere 〈◊〉 W Widdow â—… Wife Wisedome see Phaleuc 2 Wit see reporting Sonnet Womans waight in Latine and English 132 Womens hearts inconstancie see Elegie 4 Womens inconstancy see Madrigall 18 Womens Innectine see Poeme 18 Wonders of the world neuer yet descried 1 D. P. YET OTHER TWELVE WONders of the World neuer before published By IOHN DAVIS I. The Courtier LOng haue I liu'd in Court yet learn'd not all this while To sel poore sutors smoke nor where I hate to smile Superiors to adore inferiors to despise To flie from such as fall to follow such as rise To cloake a poore desire vnder a rich array Not to aspire by vice though t were the quicker way II. The Diuine My calling is Diuine and I from God am sent I will no chop-church be nor pay my patron rent Nor yeeld to sacriledge but like the kind true mother Rather will loose all the child then part it with another Much wealth I will not seeke nor worldly masters serue So to grow rich fat while my poore flock doth sterue
the confusion of Babell THe wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadlie hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poison fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me Sonnet VI. Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioin'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euerie noble mind Why then do I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind Two seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if 't befalse such glosing words resraine If true O then let worth his obtaine Sonnet 7. Her answere in the same Rimes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euerie noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to twhart the freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome iust disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should no worth worths due obtaine ODE 5. His farewell to his vnkinde and vnconstant Mistrisâ—… SWeet if you like and loue me still And yeeld me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your heart If deere to you I bee As you are deere to mee Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe than me Who loue thee deere and none but thee If others do the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If you delight to range And oft to chop and change Then get you some new-fangled Mate My doating loue shall turne to Hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone ODE VI. A Prosopopoeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies breast I Dare not in my Maisters bosome rest That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his Mistresse brest The frosty Climate into yce would turne me So both from her and him I do retyre me Lest th' one should freeze me and th' other fire'me VVing'd with true loue I flie to this sweet Brest VVhose snow I hope will coole but t'yce not turne me VVhere fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare Brest from thee â—…le ne'fe retire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me ODE VII Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto Lady of matchlesse beauty When into your sweete Bosome I deliuered A paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duty Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Rime restraind O then your thought abused was My Hart close wrapt therin into your Brest infused was When you that Scroule restor'd me VVith grateful words kind grace and smiling merily My Brest did swel with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding only that I writ I hopp't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poison of despaire instead thereof infused had VVhy why did you torment me VVith giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both heart and paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent me Hope you my Heart thence to remoue By scorning me my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deep to be remou'd it in your brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your Beauty Vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne still my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Heart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused be For in my very soule your loue and looks infused be ODE 8. Commendation of her Beauty Stature Behauiour and wit SOme there are as Faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature Some as Tall and goodly be too But want Beauty to their Stature Some haue gratious Kind behauour But are soule or simple Creatures Some haue Wit but want sweet fauour Or are proud of their good features Only you and you want pitty Are most Fayre Tall Kinde and Witty MADRIGAL 6. To her hand vppon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moistest whitest More skil'd then Phoebuâ—… on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily Instealing Hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. MADIGRAL 7. Cupid proued a Fencer Ah Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer of tâ—…faines blowes and thrusts Where he intendes no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine eies hast hit my hart Sonnet 8. Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false inconstancy My praises stile her o're prais'd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scorneful Dame so deerly If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoars Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth resound your praise admired My then greene Heart so brightly did enflame MADRIGAL 8. He compares him-selfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flie To the deere
then what 's thy woe D. That brought from frost it neuer will desire To rest with mee that am more hot then fire That time hath no power to end or diminish his loue TIme wasteth yeares and months and daies houres Time doth consume fame riches wit and strength Time kils the greenest herbes and sweetest flowers Time weares out youth and Beauties pride at length Time maketh euery tree to die and rot Time turneth oft our pleasures into paine Time causeth warres and wrongs to be forgot Time cleares the skie that first hung full of raine Time brings to nought the mightiest Princes state Time brings a floud from new resolued snow Time calmes the Sea where tempests roared late Time eates whatso'ere the Moone doth see below Yet shall no time vpon my heart preuaile Nor any time shall make my loue to faile Loues Hyperboles IF Loue had lost his shafts and loue downe threw His thunder bolts or spent his forked fire They onely might recou'red be anew From out my heart crosse-wounded with desire Or if debate by Mars were lost a space It might be found within the selfe same place IF Neptunes waues were all dried vp and gone My weeping eyes so many teares distill That greater seas might grow by them alone Or if no flame were yet remaining still In Vulcans forge he might from out my brest Make choice of such as should befit him best IF Aeole were depriued of his charge Yet soone could I restore his winds againe By sobbing sighs which forth I blow at large To moue her minde that pleasures in my paine What man but I could thus encline his will To liue in loue that hath no end of ill An Inuectiue against Loue. LOue is a sowre delight a sugred griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded god away-ward boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant must vniust A burning heate in frost a flattering foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mightie Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leads me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by franticke fits Yet hurt me not lest I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non ho da far guera I Ioy not Peacâ—… where yet no warre is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lie still on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not that I liue nor let me die Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I crie I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweet delight At selfe same time I both lament and ioy I still am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God sometimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will T'wixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to â—…xions case Whose mangled lims are turn'd continually In that my rowling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend IN that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall againe By feare like Sisyphus â—… labour still To turne a rowling stone against a hill IN that I make my vowes to her alone Whose teares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found of hell Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppreste the minde with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouermaster Will. The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke FOot-steps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of Beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeâ—…deth place to blacke decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashful shame and Gods themselues condemn'd WAtch full suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is onely end of woe Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes doe cease And I reioyce dischargd'd from loue at last whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost SWeet liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chaunce by lots rul'd eu'ry thing How Error was man saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighes were winde Cares row'de with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind FAlse hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Helde griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but â—… at last Haue gain'd the Port and now my loue is past Execreâ—…ition of his passed loue I Curse the time where in these lips of mine Did pray or praise the Dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my Paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattering eyes Whose slie deceits did cause my mourning cries I Curse the sugred speech and Syrenes song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine eare I Curse my foolish will that staid so long And tooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the howre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I Curse those daies which I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkind I curse the bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue did end Millions of blessings I will euer spend FINIS T. VV. A Sonnet of the
earth doth yeeld to heau'n aboue Diuine is loue and scorneth worldly pelfe And can be bought with nothing but with selfe Such is the price my louing heart would pay Such is the pay thy loue doth claime as due Thy due is loue which I poore I assay In vaine assay to quite with friendship true True is my loue and true shall euer be And truest loue is farre too base for thee Loue but thy selfe and loue thy selfe alone For saue thy selfe none can thy loue require All mine thou hast but all as good as none My small desart must take a lower flight Yet if thou wilt vouchsafe my heart such blisse Accept it for thy prisoner as it is His heart arraigned of theft and acquitted MY heart was found within my Ladies brest Close coucht for feare that no man might him see On whom suspect did serue a straight arrest And Felon-like he must arraigned be What could he meane so closely there to stay But by deceit to steale her heart away The bench was set the Prisoner forth was brought My Mistresse selfe chiefe Iudge to heare the cause Th'end◅tement read by which his bloud was sought That he poore heart by stealth had broke the lawes His Plea was such as each man might descrie For grace and truth were read in neither eye Yet forc'd to speake his farther Plea was this That sore pursu'de by me that sought his bloud Because so oft his presence I did misse Whilst as he said he ◅ bour'd for my good He void of helpe to haue his harmes redrest Tooke sanctuary in her sacred brest The gentle Iudge that saw his true intent And that his cause did touch her honour neere Since he from me to her for succour went That ruth migh raigne where rigour did appeare Gaue sentence thus that if he there would bide That place was made a guiltlesse heart to hide MADRIGAL I. THine eyes so bright Bereft my sight When first I viewed thy face So now my light Is turnd to night I stray from place to place Then guide me of thy kindnesse So shall I blesse my blindnesse Phaleuciak I. TIme nor place did I want what held me tongtide What charmes what magicall abused Altars Wherefore wisht I so oft that houre vnhappy When with freedome I might recount my torments And plead for remedy by true lamenting Dumbe nay dead in a trance I stood amazed When those lookes I beheld that late I long'd for No speech no memory no life remained Now speech prat◅th apace my griefe bewraying Now bootlesse memory my plaints remembreth Now life moueth againe but all auailes not Speech life and memory die altogether With speech life memory loue onely dies not Deadly Sweetnesse SWeete thoughts the foode on which I feeding sterue Sweete teares the drinke that more augmēts my thirst Sweete eyes the stars by which my course doth swerue Sweete hope my death which wast my life at first Sweete thoughts sweetteares sweet hope sweet eyes How chance that death in sweetnesse lies Madrigall II. Verball loue IF loue be made of words as woods of trees Who more belou'd then I If loue be hot where true desire doth freeze Who more then she doth frie Are droanes that make no hony counted Bees Is running water drie Is that a gainefull trade that has no fees He liue that dead doth lie What else but blinde is he that nothing sees But deafe that heares no cry Such is her vowed loue to me Yet must I thinke it true to be Ladies eyes serue Cupid both for Darts and Fire OFt haue I mus'd the cause to finde Why loue in Ladies eyes doth dwell I thought because himselfe was blinde He lookt that they should guide him well And sure his hope but seldome failes For loue by Ladies eyes preuailes But time at last hath taught me wit Although I bought my wit full deere For by her eyes my heart is hit Deepe is the wound though none appeare Their glancing beames as darts he throwes And sure he hath no shafts but those I mus'de to see their eyes so bright And little thought they had beene fire I gazde vpon them with delight But that delight hath bred desire What better place can loue require Than that where grow both shafts and fire Loues Contrarieties I Smile sometimes amids my greatest griefe Not for delight for that longsince is fled Despaire did shut the gate against reliefe When loue at first of death the sentence read But yet I smile sometimes in midst of paine To thinke what toyes doe tosse my troubled head How most I wish that most I should refraine And seekethe thing that least I long to sinde And finde the wound by which my heart is slaine Yet want both skill and will to ease my minde Against my will I burne with free consent I liue in paine and in my paine delight I crie for death yet am to liue content I hate the day yet neuer wi◅h for night I freeze for cold and yet refraine the fire I long to see and yet I shunne her sight I scald in Sunne and yet no shade desire I liue by death and yet I wish to die I feele no hurt and yet for helpe enquire I die by life and yet my life defie Heu cogor votinescius esse mei ODE III. Desire and hope DEsire and Hope haue mou'd my minde To seeke for that I cannot finde Assured faith in woman-kinde And loue with loue rewarded self-Selfe-loue all but himselfe disdaines Suspect as chiefest vertue raignes Desire of change vnchang'd remaines So light is loue regarded True friendship is a naked name That idle braines in pastime frame Extremes are alwaies worthy blame Enough is common kindnesse What flouds of teares do louers spend What sighes from out their hearts ◅hey send How many may and will not mend Loue is a wilfull blindnesse What is the loue they so desire Like loue for loue and equall fire Good louing wormes which loue require And know not when they haue it Is loue in words faire words may faine Is loue in lookes sweet lookes are vaine Both these in common kindnesse raigne Yet few or none so craue it Thou wouldst be lou'd and that of one For vice thou maist seeke loue of none For vertue why of her alone I say no more speake you that know the truth If so great loue be aught but feare of youth ELEGIE III. Her praise is in her want SHe onely is the pride of Natures skill In none but her all graces friendly meet In all saue her may Cupid haue his will By none but her is fancie vnder feet Most strange of all her praise is in her want Her heart that should be flesh is Adamant Laudo quod lugeo Her outward gesture deceiuing his inward hope SMooth are thy lookes so is thy deepest streame Soft are thy lips so is the swallowing sand Faire is thy sight but like vnto a dreame Sweet is thy promise but it will not stand Smoth soft faire
burning paine But if my deere returne aliue and sound That these mine eies may see her beauty bright My heart shall spread with ioy that shall abound And open wide receiuing cleerer light She shall recouer that which I possesse And I thereby enioy no whit the lesse ODE V. Petition to haue her leaue to die WHen will the fountaine of my teares be drie VVhen will my sighs be spent VVhen will desire agree to let me die VVhen will my heart relent It is not for my life I pleade Since death the way to rest doth leade But stay for thy consent Lest thou be discontent For if my selfe without thy leaue I kill My Ghost will neuer rest So hath it sworne to worke thine onely will And holds that euer best For since it onely liues by thee Good reason thou the ruler bee Then giue me leaue to die And shew thy power thereby The Louer absence kils me her presence cures me THe frozen Snake opprest with heaped snow By strugling hard gets out her tender head And spies far off from where she lies below The winter Sun that from the North is fled But all in vaine she lookes vpon the light VVhere heate is wanting to restore her might VVhat doth it helpe a wretch in prison pent Long time with biting hunger ouer-prest To see without or smell within the sent Of dainty fare for others tables drest Yet Snake and prisâ—…ner both behold the thing The which but not with sight might comfort bring Such is my state or worse if worse may bee My heart opprest with heauie frost of care Debar'd of that which is most deere to mee Kild vp with cold and pinde with euill fare And yet I see the thing might yeeld reliefe And yet the sight doth breed my greater grefe So This be saw her louer through the wall And saw thereby she wanted that she saw And so I see and seeing want withall And wanting so vnto my death I draw And so my death were twenty times my friend If with this verse my hated life might end ODE VI. The kind louers complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulnesse IF my decay be your encrease If my distresse be your delight If warre in mee procure you peace If wrong to mee to you be right I would decay distresse warre wrong Might end the life that ends so long Yet if by my decay you grow When I am spent your growth is past If from my griefe your ioy do flow VVhen my griefe ends your ioy flies fast Then for your sake though to my paine I striue to liue to die fullfaine For if I die my warre must cease Then can I suffer wrong no more My warre once done farewell your peace My wrong your right doth still restore Thus for your right I suffer wrong And for your peace my warre prolong But since no thing can long indure That sometime hath not needfull rest VVhat can my life your ioy assure If still I waile with griefe opprest The strongest stomacke faints at last For want of ease and due repast My restlesse sighes breake out so fast That time to breath they quite denie Mine eyes so many teares haue cast That now the springs themselues are drie Then grant some little ease from paine Vntill the spring be full againe The Gyant whom the Vulture gnawes Vntill his heart be growne hath peace And Sisyphus by hellish lawes VVhilst that the stoue â—…oules downe doth cease But all in vaine I striue for rest VVhich breeds more sorrow in my brest Let my decay be your encrease Let my distresse be your delight Let warre in me procure your peace Let wrong in me to you be right That by my griefe your ioy may liue Vouchsafe some little rest to giue ODE VII Vnhappy eyes CLose your lids vnhappy eyes From the sight of such a change Loue hath learned to despise Selfe-conceit hath made him strange Inward now his sight he turneth With himselfe in loue he burneth If abroad he beautie spie As by chance he lookes abroad Or it is wrought by his eye Or forc'd out by Painters fraud Saue himselfe none faire he deemeth That himselfe too much esteemeth Coy disdaine hath kindnesse place Kindnesse forc'de to hide his head True desire is counted base Hope with hope is hardly fed Loue is thought a furie needlesse He that hath it shall die speedlesse Then mine eyes why gaze you soâ—… Beauty scornes the teares you shed Death you seeke to end my woe O that you of death were sped But with loue hath death conspired To kil none whom loue hath fired Cupid shoots light but wounds sort CVpid at length I spie thy craftie wile Though for a time thou didst me sort beguile When first thy shaft did wound my tender heart It toucht me light me thought I felt some paine Some little pricke at first did make me smart But yet that griefe was quickly gone againe Full small account I made of such a sore As now doth ranckle inward more and more So poyson first the sinewes lightly straines Then straies and after spreads through all the vaines No otherwise then he that prickt with thorne Starts at the first and feeles no other griefe As one whose heart so little hurt did scorne And deigned not to seeke despis'd reliefe At last when rest doth after trauell come That little pricke the ioynt with paine doth numme VVhat may I thinke the cause of this thy craft That at the first thou stick'st not deepe thy shaft If at the first I had thy stroke espi'de Alas I thought thou wouldst not dally so To keepe my selfe alwaies I would haue tride At least I thinke I might haue cur'd my woe Yet truth to say I did suspect no lesse And knew it too at least I so did gesse I saw and yet would willingly be blind I felt the sting yet flatt'red stil my mind And now too late I know my former guilt And seeke in vaine to heale my curelesse sore My life I doubt my health I know is spilt A iust reward for dallying so before For I that would not when I might haue ease No matuell though I cannot when I please Clipeum post vulnera A true description of loue Paraphrastically translated out of Petrarkes 103 Sonnet beginning S' Amor non è che dunque è quel ch'io sento IF loue be nothing but an idle name A vaine deuise of foolish Poets skill A faine deâ—…re deuoid of smoake and flame Then what is that which me tormenteth still If such a thing as loue indeed there be What kind of thing or which or where is he If it be good how causeth it such paine How doth it breed such griefe within my brest If nought how chance the griefe that I sustaine Doth seeme so sweet amidst my great vnrest For sure me thinks it is a wondrous thing That so great paine should so great pleasure bring If with my will amidst these flames I frie VVhence come
such bold fauours as before I beg but this afford me but thy heart For then I know thou wilt the rest impart ODE That time and absence proues â—…ather helps then hurts to loues ABsence heare thou my Protestation Against thy strength Distance and length Do what you can for alteration For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth ioyne and time doth settle Who loues a Mistris of such quality He soone hath found Affection ground Beyond time place and all mortality To hearts that cannot vary Absence is present time doth tary My sences want their outward motions Which now within Reason doth win Redoubled in her secret notions Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding more then handling Treasure By absence this good meanes I gaine That I can catch her Where none can watch her In some close corner of my braine There I embrace and kisse her And so I both enioy and misse her The true loues knot LOue is the linke the knot the band of vnity And all that loue do loue with their belou'd to be Loue onely did decree To change his kind in me For though I lou'd with all the powers of my minde And through my restles thoghts their rest in her did find Yet are my hopes declind Sith she is most vnkinde For since her beauties Sun my fruitlesse hope did breede By absence from that Sun I hop't to sterue that weede Though absence did indeed My hopes not starue but feed For when I shift my place like to the stricken Deere I cannot shift the shaft which in my side I beare By me it resteth there The cause is not elsewhere So hauâ—… I seene the sicke to runne and turne againe As if that outward change could ease his inward painâ—… But still alas in vaine The fit doth still remaine Yet goodnes is the spring from whence this ill doth grow For goodnes causd the loue which great respect did owe Respect true loue did show True Loue thus wrought my woe Ignoto Sonnet BEst pleas'd she is when loue is most exprest And sometime saies that loue should be requited Yet is she grieu'd my loue should now be righted When that my faith hath prou'd what I protest Am I belou'd whose heart is thus opprest Or deere to her and not in her delighted I liue to see the Sun yet still benighted By her despaire is blam'de and hope supprest She still denies yet still her heart consenteth She grants me all but that which I desire She fuell sends but bids me leaue the fire She lets me die and yet my death lamenteth O foolish loue by reason of thy blindnesse I die for want of loue yet kild with kindnesse Sonnet WHen a weake child is sicke and out of quiet And for his tendernesse cannot sustaine Phisicke of equall strength vnto his paine Phisitions to the Nurse prescribe a diet O I am sicke and in my sicknesse weake And through my weaknesse dead if I but take The pleasantest receit that art can make Or if I heare but my Phisition speake But ah faire God of Phisicke it may be But Phisicke to my Nurse would me recouer She whom I loue with beauty nurseth me But with a bitter mixture kils her louer Yet I assure my selfe I should not die If she were purged of her crueltie Sonnet WEre I as base as is the lowly plaine And you my loue as high as heau'n aboue Yet shoâ—…ld the thoughts of me your humble swaine Ascend tâ—… heauen in honour of my loue Were I as high as heau'n aboue the plaine And you my loue as humble and as low As are the deepest bottoms of the Mayne Whereso'ere you were with you my loue should go Were you the earth deere loue and I the skies My loue should shine on you like to the Sun And looke vpon you with ten thousand eyes Till heauâ—…n wax't blind and till the world were dun Where so'ere I am below or else aboue you Whereso'ere you are my heart shall truly loue you I. S. Madrigall MY loue in her attire doth shew her wit It doth so well become her For euery season she hath dressings fit For Winter Spring and Summer No beautie she doth misse When all her Robes are on But beauties selfe â—…he is When all her Robes are gone A Poeme WHen I to you of all my woes complaine Which you make me endure without release With scornefull smiles you answere me againe That louers true must beare and hold their peace Deere I will beare and hold my peace if you Will hold your peace and beare what I shall do F. D. Sonnet THe Poets faine that when the world began Both sexes in one body did remaine Till loue offended with this double man Causd Vulcan to diuide him into twaine In this diuision he the heart did seuer But cunningly he did indent the heart That if there were a reuniting euer Each part might know which was his counterpart See then deere loue th'indentute of my heart And reade the cou'nants writ with holy fire See if your heart be not the counterpart Of my true hearts indented chast desire And if it be so may it euer be Two hearts in one twixt you my loue and me I. S. An inuectiue against women ARe women faire I wondrous faire to see too Are women sweet Yea passing sweet they be to Most faire and sweet to them that inlie lone them Chaste and discreet to all saue those that proue them Are women wise Not wise but they be witty Are women witty Yea the more the pitty They are so witty and in wit so wily That be ye ne're so wise they will beguile ye Are women fooles Not fooles but fondlings many Can women fond be faithfull vnto any When snow-white swans do turne to colour sable Then women fond will be both firme and stable Are women Saints No Saints nor yet no diuels Are women good Not good but needfull euils So Angel-like that diuels I do not doubt them So needfull ils that few can liue without them Are women proud I passing proud and praise them Are women kind I wondrous kind and please them Or so imperious no man can endure them Or so kind-hearted any may procure them Ignoto Loues embassie in an Iambicke Elegie VNhappy verse the witnesse of vnhappy state Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying thoght And fly forth vnto my loue wheresoeuer she be Whether lying restlesse in heauy bed or else Sitting so cheerlesse at the cheerfull boord or else Playing alone carelesse on her heaun'ly Virginals If in bed tell her that mine eies can take no rest If at boord tell her that my mouth can taste no foode If at her Virginals tell her I can heare no mirth Asked why say waking Loue suffereth no sleepe Say that raging loue doth appall the weake stomacke Say that lamenting loue marreâ—… the Musicall Tell her that her pleasures were wont to lull me a sleepe Tell her that her beauty was wont to feede mine
A POETICAL RAPSODIE Containing Diuerse Sonnets Odes Elegies Madrigals Epigrams Pastorals Eglogues with other poems both in Rime and measured verse For varietie and pleasure the like neuer yet published The Bee and Spider by a diuerse power Sucke Hony and Poyson from the selfe same flower Nevvly corrected and augmented LONDON Printed by William Stansby for Roger Iâ—…ckson dwelling in Fleetstreet neere the great Conduit 1611. To the most Noble Honorable and worthy Lord William Earle of Pembroke Lord Herbert of Cardiffe Marmion and Saint Quintine GReat Earle whose braue Heroike minde is higher And nobler then thy noble high Degree Whose outwarashape though it most louely be Doth in faire Robes a fairer Soule attier Who rich in fading wealth endlesse Treasure Of Vertue Valour Learning richer art Whose present greatnesse men esteeme but part Of what by line of future Hope they measure Thou worthy Sonne vnto a peer elesse mother Or Nephew to great Sidney of renowne Who hast deseru'd thy Coronet to crowne With Lawrell crowne a crowne excelling th' other I consecrate these Rimes to thy great Name Which if thou like they seeke no other fame FRA. DAVISON To the Reader BEING induced by some priuate reasons and by the instant entreaty of speciall friends to suffer some of my worthlesse poems to be published I desired to make some written by my deere friends Anonymoi and my deerer Brother to beare them company Both without their consent the latter being in the low-Country warres and the rest vtterly ignorant thereof My friends names I concealed mine owne and my brothers I willed the Printer to suppresse as well as I had concealed the other which he hauing put in without my priuity we must now vndergo a sharper censure perhaps then our namelesse workes should haue done and I especially For if their Poems be liked the praise is due to their inuention if disliked the blame both by them and all men will be deriued vpon mee for publishing that which they meant to suppresse If thou thinke we affect fame by these kinds of writings though I thinke them no disparagement euen to the best iudgements yet I answere in all our behalfes with the princely shepheard Dorus Our hearts do seeke another estimation If thou condemne Poetry in generall and affirme that it doth intoxicate the braine and make men vtterly vnfit eyther for more serious studies or for any actiue course of life I onely say Iubeo te stultum esse libenter Since experience proues by examples of many both dead and liuing that diuers delighted and excelling herein being Princes or States-men haue gouerned and counselled as wisely being souldiers haue commanded armies as fortunately being Lawyers haue pleaded as iudicially and eloquently being Diuines haue written taught as profoundly and being of any other profession haue dischargèd it as sufficiently as any other men whatsoeuer If liking other kinds thou mislike the Lyricall because the chiefest subiect thereof is Loue I reply that louc being vertuously intended and worthily placed is the whetstone of wit and spurre to all generous actions and many excellent spirits with great fame of wit and no staine of iudgement haue written excellently in this kind and specially the euer-praiseworthly Sidney So as if thou will needs make a fault for mine owne part Hand timeo â—…i iam nequeâ—… defendere crimen Cum tanto commune viro If any except against the mixing both at the beginning end of this booke of diuerse things written by great learned personages with our meane and worthlesse scriblings I vtterly disclaime it as being done by the Printer eyther to grace the forefront with Sir Philip Sidneys and others names or to make the booke grow to a competent volume For these Poems in particular I could alledge these excuses that those vnder the name of Anonymos were written as appeareth by diuers things to Sir Philip Sidney liuing and of him dead almost twenty yeares since when Poetry was farre from that perfection to which it hath now attained that my brother is by profession a Souldier and was not 18 years old when he writ these toyes that mine owne were made most of them sixe or seuen yeares since at idle times as I iourneyed vp and downe during my trauails But to leaue their works to iustifie themselues or the Authors to iustifie their works and to speake of mine owne thy mislikes I contemne thy praises which I neither deserue nor expect I esteeme not as hoping God vvilling ere long to regaine thy good opinion if lost or more deseruedly to continue it if alreadie obtained by some grauer worke Farewell FRA. DAVISON An alphabeticall Table of all the Sonnets Odes Poems Madrigals Epigrams Elegies Pastorals Eglogues Dialogues Hymmes and Epitaphes with all other the principall matters contained in this present Volume A A Contention betwixt a Wife a Widow and a Maid 7 A Fiction how Cupid made a Nimph wound her selfe 21 A liuing death see Poem 1 Absence 190. 191 Absence and time see Ode 11 Affection see Poeme 25 Aiax who killed himselfe see inscription 1 Allegory of his loue to a ship see Sonnet 3 Allusion to Theseus voyage against the Minotaure see Sonnet 4 Anacreons Odes 159. An answere to what loue is 90 An iâ—…uectiue against loue see Sonnet 5 Anatomie of loue see Poem 33 Astreas praise with silence see Dialogue 7 B Bacheler 2 Beautie causeth loue see Sonnet 15 Beggars life praised 161 Belides his torments 53 Blankes 7. Bodkin 6 Bracelets 6 Breake heauie heart see Poe. 4 Brutus his inhabiting of this I le see Poeme 30 C Cato Vtican who slew himselfe see inscription 5â—… Chaine 6 Childs Epitaphs see Epitaph 1 Christian Stoicke see Poem 34 Climenestra to Orestes Inscription 57 Commendation of beaâ—…ie c. see Ode 13 Commendation of verses see Sonnet 44 Comparison betwixt the strength of beast see Ode 1 Comparison of loue in Beggars and Kings 160 Comparison to a candle-flie see Madrigall 6 Comparison with perfect loue see Poeme 23 Complaint of loue very wittily 30 56 Conceit see Poeme 25 Contention betwixt a Wife a Widow and a Maid 7 Contention of loue and reason see Sonnet 8 Contrarieties of loue see Poeme 24 Corinaes singing see Poeme 26 Counterfait answer see Ode 26 Country Gentleman 2 Courtier 1 Courtiers rule see Epi. 1 Courtly life dispraised see Pastorall 3 Coyfe and Crosse-cloath 6 Crambo the lâ—…wzie shifter see Epigram 5 Cuccolds Epigram see EpigraÌ„ 3 Cuddies Embleme 40 Cuddies Pastorall Eglogue see Eglogue 6 Cupids dialogue with a louer see Dialogue 2 Cupid made a Nimph to wound her selfe see Eglogue 5 Cupids mariage with dissimulation see Ode 6 Cupid proued a Fenceâ—… see Madrigall 7 Cupid shootes light but wounds sore see Poeme 6 Curtizans Epigram see EpigraÌ„ 4 Cushinet 7 Cynthia Queene of Fortune 3. 196. D Deadly sweetnesse see Poeme 7 Death in loue see Poeme 8 Death liuing see Poeme 1 Description of loue see Sonnet 2 Desire 202 Desire and hope see
Ode 7 Desire hath conquered reuenge see Sonnet 9 Desires gouernment see Poem 9 Dialogues 1. Betweene a louer and his Ladie 23 2. Betweene a louer Cupid 50 3. Betweene a Louer Death and Cupid 49 4. Betweene a louers flaming heart and his Ladies frozen breast 59 5. Betweene the louer and his heart 49 123 6. Betweene the soule and the bodie 188 7. In praise of Astrea 26 Didoes inscription see Inscription 4 Discommodities of loue see Sonnet 20 Disdaine at variance with desire see Ode â—… Disdaines Altar Sacrifice 177 Disdainfull loue see Ode 2 Dispraise of a courtly life see Pastorall 3 Dispraise of louers folly 145 Diuine 1 Dozen of points 5 Dyall 7 E Eglogues 1. Betweene a Shepheard and a Heardman 47 2. Betweene Eubulus and Astrea 59 3. Betweene Strephon and Urarania with her answere 57 4. Concerning old age 83 5. How Cupid made a Nymph wound her selfe 24 6. Of Cuddy 3â—… 7. Vpon the death of sir Philip Sidney 41 Elegies 1. Letters in verse 99 2. Of discontent 91 3. Of his verse 21â—… 4. Of womens inconstancy 203 5. To his Lady who vowed virginitie 106 6. Why he obtaines not his Ladies fauour 93 Epigrams 1. A rulâ—… for Courtiers 66 2. For a looking glasse 5 3. On a limping Cuccold 67 4. On a painted Curtezan 66 5. On Crambo a lowâ—…ie shifter 67 6. To A. S. 46 7. To all poore schollers 64 8. To his friends 65 9. To Sir Phi. Sidney 162 10. Translations 〈◊〉 of Martiall 63 11. Ad pâ—…ssimos Coniuges 65 12. In Asinium 60 13. In Aulam 65 14. In Aulâ—…m 67 15. In Quintuâ—… ibid. 19. In Sabaâ—… ibid. Epitaphes 1. Vpon the death of a child 96 2. Vpon the heart of King H. of France and Poland 202 Execration of his passed Loue see Sonnet 10 F Fabricius Curio his vertues see Inscription 5 Face see Poeme 11. and reporting Sonnet Faire face and hard heart see Poeme 11 Falling band 6 Fanne ibid. Farewell to his vnconstant Mistresse see Ode 10 Fiction how a Nimph was wounded by Cupid see Egl. 5 Fortunes wheeles 5 G Garden see Poeme 40 Garters 6 Girdle 5 Glasse ibid. Gloues ibid. Guift see Poeme 28 H Hand see Madrigall 14 Hand kerchiefe 5 Hexameters to sir P. Sid. 162 His heart arraigned of theft and acquitted see Poeme 13 Hopelesse desire soone withers and dies see Poeme 14 Horace imitated 59 Himnes 1. In praise of Musicke 167 2. In praise of Neptune 183 I In praise of a beggers life see beggers life 161 In praise of her eyes see Sonnet 17 In praise of Musicke see Him 1 In praise of Neptune see Him 2 In praise of sir P. Sidney see Epigram 9 In praise of the two Countesses of Cumberland and Warwicke see Sonnet 41 In praise of the Sun see Poeme 15 Inscriptions 1. Of Aiax who kild himselfe 58 2. Of Cato Vtican who slew himselfe 59 3. Of Clytemnestra and her Sonne Orestes 57 4. Of Dido 97 5. Of Fabritius Curio 58 6. Of â—…mulus who was nursed by a she wâ—…lse 58 7. Of Thisbe 57 Inuectiue against his Lady see Poeme 113 Inuectiue against Loue see Poeme 11 Inuectiue againe women see Poeme 16 Inuerted rimes of Loue. 28 Ixion his torments 115 K Kerchiefe see Hand-Kerchiefe K. H. 3. Epitaph see Epitaph 2 Kniues 5 L Lace 5 Ladies eyes serue Cupid for darts and fire see Pâ—… 19 Lawyer 1 Lennâ—…y in riming Phaleâ—…taks 128 Looking glasse 5 Lottery presented before the late Queene 3 Lots 5 Loue Eclipsed see Son 2 Loue enters by fame see Son 46 Loue is deadly sweetenesse see Poeme 7 Loue like childrens Phisicke see Son 7 Loue punishable with loue see Son net 19 Loue the onely price of loue see Poeme 20 Louers complaint see Ode 14 Loues allegory to a ship see Son 54 Loues anatomy 197 Loues contention see Son 8 Laues contrarieties see Po. 21 Loues description see Son 2 Loues discommodities see Son 20 Loues dispraise and louers folly see Ode 145 Loues hyperbolâ—…s see Sâ—… 11 Loues inuectiue see Sonnet and Poeme 17 Loues naturall comparisons see Poeme 23 Loues properties see Po. 22 Lye wherein is glaunced at some generall vices in sundry states of men 15 M Madrigall 1. Allusion vpon the confusion of â—…ahell â—…4 2. Answere to the question what loue was 90 3. Cupid proued a 〈◊〉 89 4. For a kisse 57 5. For the hearts diuision 111 6. He compares himsâ—… to a candle flie 89 7. Her outward gesture deceiuing his inward hope 127 8. Her praise is in her want ibid. 9. Of a Ladies dreaming that she saw her louer dead 365 10. Of his loues attire 21 11. Of loue 149 12. Taken out of a Greeke Epigram 44 13. Of Cupid 125 14. To her hand vpon giuing a Gloue â—… 15. Verball loue 698 16. Upon a kisse receiued 75 19. Vpon departure from his loue 85 18. Upon her beauty and inconstancie 92 19. Vpon her commending of his verses 96 20. Vpon her hiding her face from him 92 21. Vpon her long absence 91 22. Vpon his Mistresse sicknesse and his owne death 94 23. Upon his timorous silence in her presence 91 24. Vpon seeing his face in her eye 92 Maide 3. 8 Maried man 3 Mariners song and speech 4 Maske 5 Meditation vpon the frailtie of this life see Poeme 2 Merchant 2 Musicks praise see Hymne 1 N Necklace 7 Neptunes praise see Hymne 2 Nutmeg 7 O Odes 1. A comparison 157 2. A defiance to disdainefull loue 153 3. A Dialogue betweene him and his heart 103 4. A Prosopopoeia wherein his heart speakes to his Ladies breast 86 5. Being in Italy desires her to write vnto him 82 6. Cupids mariage with dissimulation 144 7. Desire and hope 126 8. Disdaine at variance with desire 139 9. Dispraise of loue and louers folly 145 10. His farewell to his vnconstant Mistresse 85 11. His Lady condemned of ignorance or crueltie 100 12. His restlesse estate 76 13. In commendatioÌ„ of her beautie 88 14. Louers complaint 133 15. Of absence and time 205 16. Of Cynthia 212 17. Petition for leaue to die 132 18. That all creatures haue abiding in heauen hell or in one of the foure Elements but Man in all of them 90 19. That onely her beauty and voice please him 71 20. The more fauour he obtaines the more he desires 121 21. The tomb of dead desire 154 22. To her eyes 138 23. To his heart 151 24. To his Muse. 147 25. Unhappy eyes 135 26. Vpon a countersaite answere 86 27. Vpon her absence 130 28. Vpon protestation of kinde affection 78 29. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light 130 30. Where his Ladie-keepes his heart 120 Of absence and time see Ode 15 Of Cupid see Eglogue 5 Of Cynthia see Ode 16 Of loue matters out of Anacreon see Anacreon P Paire of Bracelets 6 Paire of garters 5 Paire of gloues 5 Paire of sizzers 6 Paire of writing tables 6 Palenesse see Poeme 43 Passionate Pris. see Poeme
III. The Souldier My occupation is the noble trade of Kings The tryall that decides the highest right of things Though MARS my Master be I doe not VENVS loue Nor honour BACCHVS oft nor often sweare by ◅OVE Of speaking of my selfe I all occasion shunne And rather loue to doe then boast what I haue done IIII. The Lawyer The Law my calling is my robe my tongue my pen Wealth and opinion gaine and make me Iudge of men The knowne dishonest cause I neuer did defend Nor spun out sutes in length but wisht and sought an end Nor counsaile did bewray nor of both parties take Nor euer tooke I see for which I neuer spake V. The Phisitian I study to vphold the slipperie state of man Who dies when we haue done the best and all we can From practise and from bookes I draw my learned skil Not from the known receipt of Pothecaries bill The earth my faults doth hide the world my cures doth see What youth and time effects is oft ascrib'de to me VI. The Merchant My trade doth euery thing to euery land supply Discouer vnknown coasts strange Countries doth ally I neuer did forestall I neuer did ingrosse Nor custome did withdraw though I return'd with losse I thriue by faire exchange by selling and by buying And not by Iewish vse reprisall fraude or lying VII The Country-Gentleman Though strange outlādish spirits praise towns country scorn The coūtry is my home I dwel where I was born There profit and commaund with pleasure I partake Yet do not Haukes and dogs my sole companions make I rule but not oppresse end quarrels not maintaine See towns but dwel not there t'abridg my charg or train VIII The Bacheler How many things as yet are deere alike to me The field the horse the dog loue armes or libertie I haue no wife as yet whom I may call mine owne I haue no children yet that by my name are knowne Yet if I married were I would not wish to thriue If that I could not tame the veriest shrew aliue IX The married man I onely am the man among all married men That doe not wish the Priest to be vnlinkt agen And thogh my shoo did wring I wold not make my mone Nor think my neighbors chance more happy then mine own Yet court I not my wife but yeeld obseruance due Being neither fond nor crosse nor iealous nor vntrue X. The Wife The first of all our Sex came from the side of man I thither am returnd from whence our sex began I doe not visit oft nor many when I doe I tell my minde to few and that in counsaile too I seeme not sicke in health nor sullen but in sorrow I care for somewhat else then w◅at to weare to morrow XI The Widowe My husbād knew how much his death wold grieue me And therfore left me wealth to comfort and releeue me Though I no more will haue I must not loue disdaine PENELOPE her selfe did sutors entertaine And yet to draw on such as are of best esteeme Nor yonger then I am nor richer will I seeme XII The Maide I marriage would forsweare but that I heare men tell That she that dies a maide must lead an Ape in hell Therefore if fortune come I will not mocke and play Nor driue the bargaine on till it be driuen away Titles and lands I like yet rather fancie can A man that wanteth gold then gold that wants a man A Lottery presented before the late Queenes Maiestie at the Lord Chancellors house 1601. A Marriner with a box vnder his arme containing all the se◅erall things following supposed to come from the Carricke came into the Presence singing this Song CYNTHIA Queene of Seas and lands That fortune euery where commands Sent forth Fortune to the Sea To try her fortune euery way There did I fortune meet which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King All the Nymphes of THETIS traine Did CYNTHIAES fortune entertaine Many a iewell many a iem Was to her fortune brought by them Her fortune sped so well as makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King Fortune that it might be seene That she did serue a royall Queene A franke and royall hand did beare And cast her fauors euery where Some toies fel to my share which makes me now to sing There is no fishing to the Sea nor seruice to the King And the Song ended he vttered this short speech GOd saue you faire Ladies all and for my part if euer I be brought to answere my sinnes God forgiue me my sharking and lay vsurie to my charge I am a Marriner and am now come from the sea where I had the fortune to light vpon these few trifles I must confesse I came but lightly by them but I no sooner had them but I made a vow that as they came to my hands by fortune so I would not part with them but by fortune To that end I haue euer since carried these Lots about me that if I met with fit company I might deuide my booty among them And now I thanke my good fortune I am lighted into the best company of the world a company of the fairest Ladies that euer I saw Come Ladies trie your fortunes and if any light vpon an vnfortunate blanke let her thinke that fortune doth but mocke her in these trifles and meanes to pleasure her in greater matters THE LOTS 1. Fortunes wheeles FOrtune must now no more on triumph ride The wheeles are yours that did her Chariots guide 2. A Purse You thriue or would or may your Lots a Purse Fill it with gold and you are nere the worse 3. A Maske Want you a Maske here fortune giues you one Yet nature giues the Rose and Lilly none 4. A Looking Glasse Blinde fortune doth not see how faire you be But giues a glasse that you your selfe may see 5. A Hand-kerchiefe Whether you seeme to weepe or weepe indeede This hand-kerchiefe will stand you well in steed 6. A plaine Ring Fortune doth send you hap it well or ill This plaine gold Ring to wed you to your will 7. A Ring with this Poesie As faithfull as I finde Your hand by Fortune on this Ring doth light And yet the words do hit your humour right 8. A paire of Gloues Fortune these gloues to you in challenge sends For that you loue not fooles that are her friends 9. A dozen of Points You are in euery point a louer true And therefore fortune giues the points to you 10. A Lace Giue her the Lace that loues to be straight lac'd So fortunes little gift is aptly plac'd 11. A paire of Kniues Fortune doth giue this paire of kniues to you To cut the thred of loue if ◅ be not true 12. A Girdle By fortunes Girdle you may happy bee But they that are lesse happy are more free 13. A paire of writing Tables These
Tables may containe your thoughts in part But write not all that 's written in your heart 14. A paire of Garters Though you haue fortunes Garters you must be More staide and constant in steps then she 15. A Coyfe and Crosse cloath Frowne in good earnest or be sicke in iest This Coife and Crosse-cloth will become you best 16. A Scarfe Take you this Scarfe bind CVPID hand and foote So loue must aske you leaue before he shoot 17. A falling Band. Fortune would haue you rise yet guides your hand From others Lots to take the falling band 18. A Stomacher This Stomacher is full of windows wrought Yet none through them can see into your thought 19. A paire of Sizzers These Sizzers doe your huswifery bewray You loue to worke though you were borne to play 20. A Chaine Because you scorne loues Captiue to remaine Fortune hath sworne to leade you in a Chaine 21. A Praier Booke Your fortune may proue good another day Till fortune come take you a booke to pray 22. A Snuftkin T is Summer yet a Snuftkin is your Lot But t' will be winter one day doubt you not 23. A Fanne You loue to see and yet to be vnseene Take you this fan to be your beauties skreene 24. A paire of Bracelets Lady your hands are fallen into a snare For CVPIDS manacles these bracelets are 25. A Bodkin Euen with this Bodkin you may liue vnharmed Your beauty is with vertue so well armed 26. A Necklace Fortune giues your faire neck this lace to weare God grant a heauier yoke it neuer beare 27. A Cushinet To her that little cares what Lot she winnes Chance giues a little cushinet to sticke pinnes 28. A Dyall The dyal's yours watch time lest it be lost Yet they most lose it that do watch it most 29. A Nutmeg with a blanke parchment in it This Nutmeg holds a blanke but chance doth hide i◅ Write your owne wish and Fortune will prouide i◅ 30. Blanke Wot you not why fortune giues you no prize Good faith she saw you not she wants her eyes 30. Blanke You are so daintie to be pleas'd God wot Chance knowes not what to giue you for a Lot 32. Blanke T is pittie such a hand should draw in vaine Though it gaine nought yet shall it pittie gaine 33. Blanke Nothing 's your Lot that 's more then can be told For nothing is more precious then gold 34. Blanke You faine would haue but what you cannot tell In giuing nothing fortune serues you well FINIS I. D. A contention betwixt a Wife a Widdow and a Maide Wife WIddow well met whither goe you to day Will you not to this solemne offering go You know it is ASTREAS holy day The Saint to whom all hearts deuotion owe. Widow Marry what else I purpos'd so to doe Doe you not marke how all the wiues are fine And how they haue sent presents ready too To make their offering at ASTREAS sh◅ine See then the shrine and tapers burning bright Come friend and let vs first our selues aduance We know our place and if we haue our right To all the parish we must leade the dance But soft what means this bold presūptuous maid staide To goe before without respect of vs Your forwardnesse proude maide must now be Where learnd you to neglect your betters thus Maide Elder you are but not my betters here This place to maides a priuiledge must giue The Goddesse being a maid holds maidens deare And grants to them her owne prerogatiue Besides on all true virgins at their birth Nature hath sent a crowne of excellence That all the wiues and widdowes of the earth Should giue them place and doe them reuerence Wife If to be borne amaid be such a grace So was I borne and grac't by nature to But seeking more perfection to embrace I did become a wife as others doe Widow And if the maide and wife such honour haue I haue beene both and hold a third degree Most maides are Wards and euery wife a slaue I haue my liuery sued and I am free Maide That is the fault that you haue maidens beene And were not constant to continue so The fall of Angels did increase their sinne In that they did so pure a state forgoe But Wife and Widdow if your wits can make Your state and persons of more worth then mine Aduantage to this place I will not take I will both place and priuiledge resigne Wife Why marriage is an honourable state Widow And widowhood is a reuerend degree Maide But maidenhead that will admit no mate Like maiestie it selfe must sacred be Wife The wife is mistresse of her family Widow Much more the widdow for she rules alone Maide But mistresse of mine owne desires am I When you rule others wils and not you owne Wife Onely the wife enioyes the vertuous pleasure Widow The widdow can abstaine from pleasures known Maide But th' vncorrupted maide preserues such measure As being by pleasures wooed she cares for none Wife The wife is like a faire supported vine Widow So was the widdow but now stands alone For being growne strong she needs not to incline Maide Maides like the earth supported are of none Wife The wife is as a Diamond richly set Maide The maide vnset doth yet more rich appeare Widow The widdow a Iewell in the Cabinet Which though not worne is stil esteemd as deare Wife The wife doth loue and is belou'd agai◅e Widow The widdow is awakt out of that dreame Maide The maides white minde had neuer such a staine No passion troubles her cleare vertues streame Yet if I would be lou'd lou'd would I be Like her whose vertue in the bay is seene Loue to wife fades with satietie Where loue neuer enioyed is euer greene Widow Then what 's a virgin but a fruitlesse bay Maide And what 's a widdow but a rose-lesse bryer And what are wiues butwoodbinds which decay The stately Oakes by which themselues aspire Widow And what is marriage but a teadious yoake And what virginitie but sweet selfe-loue Wife And what 's a widdow but an axell broke Whose one part failing neither part can moue Widow Wiues are as birds in golden cages kept Wife Yet in those cages chearefully they sing Widow Widdowes are birds out of those cages lept Whose ioyfull notes makes all the forrest ring Maide But maides are birds amidst the woods secure Which neuer hād could touch nor net could take Nor whistle could deceiue nor baite allure But free vnto themselues doe musicke make Wife The wife is as the turtle with her mate Widow The widdow as the widdow doue alone Whose truth shines most in her forsaken state Maide The maide a Phoenix and is still but one Wife The wife 's a soule vnto her body tyed Widow The widdow a soule departed into blisse Maide The maide an Angell which was stellified And now t 'as faire a house descended is Wife Wiues are faire houses kept and furnisht well Widow Widdows old
castles voide but full of state Maide But maides are temples where the Gods do dwel To whom alone themselues they dedicate But marriage is a prison during life Where one way out but many entries be Wife The Nun is kept in cloyster not the wife Wedlock alone doth make the virgin free Maide The maide is euer fresh like morne in May Wife The wife with all her beames is beautified Like to high noone the glory of the day Widow The widdow like a milde sweete euentide Wife An office well supplide is like the wife Widow The widdow like a gainefull office voide Maide But maides are like contentment in this life Which all the world haue sought but none enioid Widow Goe wife to Dunmow and demaund your flitch Goe gentle maide goe leade the Apes in hell Wife Goe widdow make some yonger brother rich And then take thought and die and all is well Widow Alas poore maid that hast no helpe nor stay Alas poore wife that nothing dost possesse Maide Alas poore widdow charitie doth say Pittie the widdow and the fatherlesse Widow But happy widdowes haue the world at will Wife But happier wiues whose ioyes are euer double Maide But happiest maids whose hearts are calme stil Whō fear nor hope nor loue nor hate doth troble Wife Euery true wife hath an indented heart Wherein the couenants of loue are writ Whereof her husband keepes the counterpart And reads his comforts and his ioyes in it Widow But euery widdowes heart is like a booke Where her ioyes past imprinted doe remaine But when her iudgements eye therein doth looke She doth not wish they were to come againe Maide But the maides heart a faire white table is Spotlesse and pure where no impressions be But the immortall Caracters of blisse Which onely God doth write and Angels see Wife But wiues haue children what a ioy is this Widow Widdows haue children too but maids haue none Maide No more haue Angels yet they haue more blisse Then euer yet to mortall man was knowne Wife The wife is like a faire manured field Widow The widow once was such but now doth rest Maide The maide like Paradice vndrest vntil'd Beares crops of natiue vertue in her breast Wife Who would not die a wife as Lucrece died Widow Or liue a Widdow as Penelope Maide Or be a maide and so be stellified As all the vertues and the graces be Wife Wiues are warme Climates well inhabited But maids are frozen Zones where none may dwel Maide But fairest people in the North are bred Where Africa breeds Monsters blacke as hell Wife I haue my husbands honour and his place Widow My husbands fortunes all suruiue to me Maide The moone doth borrow light you borrow grace When maides by their owne vertues graced be White is my colour and no hew but this It will receiue no tincture can it staine Wife My white hath tooke one colour but it is An honourable purple dyed in graine Widow But it hath beene my fortune to renue My colour twice from that is was before But now my blacke will take no other hue And therefore now I meane to change no more Wife Wiues are faire Apples seru'd in golden dishes Widow widows good wine which time maks better much Maide But Maides are grapes desired by many wishes But that they grow so high as none can touch Wife I haue a daughter equals you my girle Maide The Daughter doth excell the mother then As pearles are better then the mother of pearle Maids loose their value whē they match with mē Widow The man with whō I matcht his worth was such As now I scorne a maide should be my peare Maide But I will scorne the man you praise so much For maides are matchles and no mate can beare Hence is it that the virgine neuer loues Because her like she finds not any where For likenesse euermore affection moues Therefore the maide hath neither loue nor peare Wife Yet many virgins married wiues would be Widow And many a wife would be a widdow faine Maid There is no widdow but desires to see If so she might her maiden daies againe Wife There neuer was a wife that lik'd her lot Widow Nor widdow but was clad in mourning weeds Maide Do what you will marry or marry not Both this estate and that repentance breedes Wife But she that this estate and that hath seene Doth find great ods betweene the wife and girle Maide Indeede she doth as much as is betweene The melting hayle stone and the solid pe◅le Wife If I were widdow my merry dayes were past Widow Nay then you first become sweet pleasures guest For mayden head is a continuall fast And marriage is a continuall feast Maide Wedlocke indeede hath o◅t compared bin To publicke ◅easts were meete a publick rout Where they that are without would faine go in And they that are within would faine goe out Or to the Iewel which this vertue had That men were mad till they might it obtaine But when they had it they were twise as mad Till they were dispossest of it againe Wife Maides cannot iudge because they cannot tell What comforts and what ioyes in marrige bee Maide Yes yes though blessed Saints in heauen do dwel They doe the soules in Purgatory see Widow If euery wife doe liue in Purgatory Then sure it is that widdows liue in blisse And are translated to a state of glory But maides as yet haue not attaind to this Maide Not maides To spotlesse maides this gift is giuen To liue in incorruption from their birth And what is that but to inherit heauen Euen while they dwell vpon the spotted earth The perfectest of all created things The purest gold that suffers no allay The sweetest flower that on th' earths bosome springs The pearle vnbord whose price no price can pay The Christall glasse that will no venome hold The mirror wherein Angels loue to looke DIANAES bathing fountaine cleare and cold Beauties fresh Rose and vertues liuing booke Of loue and fortune both the mistresse borne The souereigne spirit that wil be thrall to none The spotlesse garment that was neuer worne The Princely Eagle that still flies alone She sees the world yet her cleare thoght doth take No such deepe print as to be chang'd thereby As when we see the burning fire doth make No such impression as doth burne the eye Wife No more sweet maide our strife is at an end Cease now I feare we shall transformed be To chattering Pies as they that did contend To match the Muses in their harmonie Widow Then let vs yeeld the honour and the place And let vs both be sutors to the maide That since the Goddesse giues her speciall grace By her cleare hands the offring be conuaide Maide Your speech I doubt hath some displeasure mou'd Yet let me haue the offring I will see I know she hath both wiues and widdows lou'd Though she would neither wife nor widdow be IOHN DAVIS THE LIE GOe soule
disdaine so foggy be That blind I lie poore boy be reft of sight And yet I see the Sunne I seeke to find And yet the more I see the more am blind 7 Thrice happy ground whom spoyld with winters rage The heat of pleasant spring renewes againe Vnhappy I who in my spring of age The frost of cold despaire hath welnigh slaine How shall I bide your stormy winters smart When spring itselfe hath frorne my bloodles hart 8 I see the beauty of thy flowers renew Thy mantle greene with sundry colours spread Thou seest in me a change of former hew Palenes for white blacknes for liuely red What hope of haruest fruite or Summer flowers Since that my spring is drownd with tears like showers 9 And last of all but lieu'st of all to me Thou leany flocke that didst of late lament And winesse wast for shepheards all to see Thy knees so weake thy fleece so rough and rent That thou with paine didst pine away vnfed All for thy master was with loue misled 10 Thou ' ginst at earst forget thy former state And range amid the buskes thy selfe to feede Faire fall thee little flocke both rathe and late Was neuer Louers sheepe that well did speed Thou free I bound thou glad I pine in paine I striue to die and thou to liue full faine 11 Wo worth the stund wherein I tooke delight To frame the shifting of my nimble feete To cheerfull sound of Pipe in Moone-shine night Such pleasance past at erst now makes me greet I wee'nd by night haue shun'd the parching ray But night itselfe was twice more hot then day 12 Then first of all and all too soone for me I saw thilke Lasse nay grau'd her in my brest Her christall eyes more bright then Moone to see Her eyes her eyes that haue robd me of rest On them I gaz'd then saw I to my cost Through too much sight mine onely sight is lost 13 Where beene the dapper ditties that I dight And Roundlaies and Virelaies so soot Whilome with Collins selfe compare I might For other swaine to striue was little boote Such skill I had in making all aboue But all too little skill to conquer loue 14 What helps it me to haue my piping prai'zd Of all saue her whom I would onely please Nought care I though my fame to skie be raiz'd For pleasant song that brings my heart no ease Wherefore both Pipe and song I all forsweare And former pleasance wilfully forbeare 15 With that he cast his looke to Welkin high And saw the doubled shadowes flit away And as he glanst halfe in despight awrie He spide the shepheards starre shut in the day Then rose and homeward with his flocke him went Whose voice did helpe their masters case lament Cuddies Embleme Questo per amar s'aqu◅sta The Christian Stoicke The vertuous man is free though bound in chaines Though poore cōtent thogh banisht yet no strāger Though sicke in health of mind secure in danger And o're himselfe the world and fortune raignes Nor good haps proud nor bad deiected make him To Gods not to mans will he frames each action He seekes no fame but inward satisfaction And firmer stands the more bad fortunes shakes him AN EGLOGVE Made long since vpon the death of Sir Philip Sidney Thenot. Perin PERIN arreed what new mischance betide Hath reft thee of thy wonted meriment Faire ◅eeds thy flocke this pleasant spring beside Nor Loue I weene hath made thee discontent Sild age and loue do meete in one consent Perin Ah Thenot where the Ioy of heart doth faile VVhat maruaile there if mirth and musicke quaile See how the flowers of the field do spring The purple Rose the Lilly white as snow VVith smel and colour for an haruest King May serue to make vs yong againe I trow Yet all this pride is quickly laid full low Soone as the roote is nipt with northerne cold VVhat smell or beauty can we then behold Thenot. As good not heare as heard not vnderstand My borrell braines through eld beene all too dull Sike mister meaning nill by me be scand All as my face so wrinkled is my skull Then say me Perin by thy hope of VVull And by thine Ewes blowne bags and bagpipes sound So not one Aneling◅ thy flock be found Perin Ah Thenot by thine all-derliefest Lasse Or whatsoeuer is more deere to thee No bagpipe name let song and solace passe Death hath vndone my flocke my pipe and me Dead is the sheeps delight and shepheards glee Broke is my pipe and I my selfe forlorne My sheepe vnfed their fleeces rent and torne Thenot. I mickle mus◅de such vncoth change to see My flocks refus'de to feede yet hale they were The tender birds sate drooping on the tree The carelesse Lambs went wandring here and there My selfe vnknowne a part of griefe did beare Ne wist I why yet heauy was my heart Vntimely death was cause of all this smart Vp Perin vp aduance thy mournfull layes Sound loud thy pipe but sound in dolefull wise Perin Who else but Thenot can the Muses raise And teach them sing and dance in mournfull giue My finger's stiffe my voyce doth hoarsely rise Thenot. Ah where is Collin and his passing skill For him it fits our sorrow to fulfill Perin T'way sore extremes our Collin presse so neere Alas that such extremes should presse him so The want of wealth and losse of loue so deere Scarse can he breath from vnder heapes of woe He that beares heauen beares no such weight I trow Thenot. Hath he such skill in making all aboue And hath no skill to get or Wealth or Loue Perin Praise is the greatest prise that Poets gaine A simple gaine that feeds them ne're a whit The wanton lasse for whom he bare such paine Like running water loues to change and flit But if thou list to heare a sorry fit Which Cuddy could in doleful verse endite Blow thou thy pipe while I the same recite Thenot. Ginne when thou list all be my skill but small My forward mind shall make amends for all Perin YE Nimphs that bathe your bodies in this spring Your tender bodies white as driuen snow Ye Virgins chast which in this groue do sing Which neither griefe of Loue nor death do know So may your streames runne cleere for aye So may your trees giue shade alway Depart a space And giue me place To waile with griefe my restlesse woe alone For feare my cries Constraine your eyes To shed forth teares and helpe lament my mone And thou my Muse that whilome wont to ease Thy Masters mind with laies of sweet delight Now change those tunes no ioy my heart can please Gone is the day come is the darksome night Our Sunne close hid in clouds doth lie We liue indeed but liuing die No light we see Yet wander wee We wander farre and neare without a guide And all astray We loose our way For in this world n'is such a Sunne beside Ye shepheards
boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheepe feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end â—…f all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy Sidney is dead That wont to lead Our flocks and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could we sing VVell dance spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nimphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinks I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden locks the Lawrell crowne And so to raise Our VVilies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thoght his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies Pipe they made account He song they seemd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire No ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathlesse corps lies on the beare That selfe same hand that reft his life Hath turnd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy daies And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the greatest griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with atrue-loues knot addrest And all that erst thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe shall aye remaine The Sun bright That falles to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas thy Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares aboue the banke The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The beasts vnfed go mourning all in ranks The Sunne denies the Earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The medowes greene A change haue seene And Flora hides her pale disfigur'd face Watch now ye shepheards boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our Willy still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazd flood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both Pipe and Skill The sisters spil So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rau'ning Wolues do ieâ—… in Weathers skin We deemd our Willy aye should liue So sweet a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweet to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come now ye shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe do ring Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reeds be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deare All Pipe and song Ivtterly forsweare Thenot. A lacke and weladay may shepheards crie Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his rufull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest my smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sory looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that stream'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest But â—…ie we homeward night approcheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skies appeare A. W. II. EGLOGVE Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heardman sit by mee And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this willow tree To shield the hote Sun-shine Where I haue made my Summer bower For proofe of Summer beames And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames VVhere gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behinde That should her garland dight And she sweet soule the more vnkind To set true loues so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whom she loues best Heard-man ALas poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flocke thou hast no minde But feed'st a wanton eye If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweet a Nimph as shee And looke for loue againe Is Fortune fitting high degree Not for a shepheards swaine For she of Lordly lad's becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyd By vs poore lowly Mates VVherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor gold to view No pride of silken sight But peticoats of Scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow-white There truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost There sweet desire is paide his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO Heardman no thou rau'st too lowd Our trade so vile to hold My weed as great a heart doth shrowd As his that 's clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This song faire Daphne sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe whereof old bookes record That Venus Queene of loue Would set aside her warlike Lord And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'd A simple shepheards Boy As after
not to be cured But by those eies that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onelie loues and serues and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the stars obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no Comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterlie neglected With dreadfull terror tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth dailie hourelie minutelie expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rockâ—… or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne 5 But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eies your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'unfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me awaie leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinks on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hate both my selfe and gifts and letters too 6 I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a mind So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloudie to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so mild lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had bene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say til your heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowlie heart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know t not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe 7 But when againe my cursed memorie To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That withâ—…r'd my yong â—…oies before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthlie Paradise To glaâ—…e my sight in your two heauenlie eies On which alone my earthlie ioies depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedie eares on your sweet words to feed Which canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moist so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloudie theft Whereby it closelie me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenlie conuersation By whose sweet charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louelie presence haunt In stead of all these ioies I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnes frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words side looks nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vnderu'd despight When this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eies let fall Nor winde of blustring sighs with all their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should find grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterlie abhorre me 8 Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To trie the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendour of your beauties hew Ah! trie it on rebellious hearts and eies That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and eurelesle your eies can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glorie is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie ODE IIII. Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures he desireth her to write vnto him I MY onelie starre Why why are your decreeies Where all my liefs peace lies VVith me at warre VVhy to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so That all his thoughts in you haue birth and ending II Hope of my heart O wherefore do the words VVhich your sweet tongue affords No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure III Sun-shine of ioie VVhie do your gestures which All eies and hearts be witch My blisse destroie And pities skie o're-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre VVhich in your bosome seeks his onely shrowding IIII Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sâ—…ght Shou'd cure me with delight My poyson found VVhich through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my senses find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing V Alas my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd me VVhich both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweet voyce and sweet Graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places VI But O the Anguish Which presence still presented Absence hath not absented Nor made to languish No no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect â—… loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining VII O cruel Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desist your rigour And let kinde lines assure me since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kill me yet at length will cure me Madrigall 5. Allusion to
increast Offairest twins that euer Lady bare Let Mars triumph in armour shining bright His conquerd armes shall be thy triumphs light As he the world so thou shalt him subdue And I thy glory through the world will ring So by my paines thou wilt vouchsafe to rue And kill despaire With that he whisk'this wing And bad me write and promist wished rest But sore I feare false hope will be the best Vpon his Ladies buying strings for her Lute IN happy time the wished faire is come To fit my Lute with strings of eu'ry kinde Great pitty 't is so sweet a Luâ—…e be dumme That so can please the eare and ease the minde Go take thy choise and chuse the very best And vse them so that head and heart find rest Rest thou in ioy and let me waile alone My pleasant daies haue tane their last farewell My heartstrings sorrow strooke so long with mone That at the last they all in peeces fell And now they lie in peeces broke so small That scarce they serue to make me frets withall And yet they serue and binde my heart so straite That frets indeed they serue to fret it out No force for that in hope thereof I waite That death may rid me both of hope and doubt But death alas drawes backward all too long And I each day feele now increase of wrong Care will not let him liue nor hope let him die MY heauy heart with griefe and hope torment Beates all in vaine against my weary breast As if it thought with force to make a vent That death might enter to procure my rest But foolish heart thy paines are lost I see For death and life both flie and follow thee When weight of care would presse me down with paine That I might sinke to depth of death below Hope lends me wing and lifts me vp againe To striue for life and liue in greater woe So fares the Bote which windes driue to the shore And tides driues backward where it was before Thus neither hope will let me die with care Nor Care consent that hope assure my life I seeke for life death doth his stroke prepare I come to death and life renewes my strife All as the shadow followes them that flie And flies from them that after it doe hie What is my hope that hope will faile at last And griefe get strength to worke his will on me Either the Waxe with which hopes wings are fast By scalding sighes mine eies shall melted see Or else my teares shall wet the feathers so That I shall fall and drowne in waues of woe ODE 9 Cupids Marriage with dissimulation A New-found match is made of late Blind Cupid needes will change his wife New-fangled Loue doth Psyche hate With whom so long he led his life Dissembling she The bride must be To please his wanton eye Psyche laments That loue repents His choice without cause why Cytheron sounds with musicke strange Vnknowne vnto the Virgins nine From flat to sharpe the Tune doth range Too base because it is too fine See how the bride Puft vp with pride Can mince it passing well She trips on toe Full faire to shew Within doth poyson dwell Now wanton Loue at last is sped Dissembling is his onely ioy Bare Truth from Venus Court is fled Dissembling pleasures hides annoy It were in vaine To talke of paine The wedding yet doth last But paine is neere And will appeare With a dissembling cast Despaire and hope are ioyn'd in one And paine with pleasure linked sure Not one of these can come alone No certaine hope no pleasure pure Thus sowre and sweete In loue doe meete Dissembling likes it so Of sweet small store Of sowre the more Loue is a pleasant woe Amor mellis fellis ODE 10. Dispraise of Loue and Louers follies IF Loue be life I long to die Liue they that list for me And he that gaines the most thereby A foole at least shall be But he that feeles the sorest fits Scapes with no lesse then losse of witâ—… vnhappy life they gaine Which loue doe entertaine In day by fained lookes they liue By lying dreames in night Each frowne a deadly wound doth giue Each smile a false delight Ifthap their Lady pleasant seeme It is for others loue they deeme If voide she seeme of ioy Disdaine doth make her coy Such is the peace that louers finde Such is the life they leade Blowne here and there with euery winde Like flowers in the mead Now war now peace now war againe Desire despaire delight disdaine Though dead in midst of life In peace and yet at strife In amore haec insunt mala In praise of the Sunne THe Golden Sunne that brings the day And lends men light â—…o see with all In vaine doth cast his beames away Where they are blind on whom they fall There is no force in all his light To giue the mole a perfect sight But thou my Sunne more bright then he That shines at noone in Summer tide Hast giuen me light and powre to see With perfect skill my sight to guide Till now I liu'd as blind as Mole That hides her head in earthly hole I heard the praise of beauties grace Yet deem'd it nought but Poets skill I gaz'd on many a louely face Yet found I none to bind my will Which made me thinke that beauty bright Was nothing else but red and white But now thy beames haue clear'd my â—…ight I blush to thinke I was so blinde Thy flaming eyes afford me light That beauties blaze each where I find And yet these Dames that shine so bright Are but the shadow of thy light ODE XI To his Muse. REst good my Muse and giue me leaue to rest We striue in vaine Conceale thy skill within thy sacred brest Though to thy paine The honour great which Poets wont to haue With worthy deeds is buried deepe in graue Each man will hide his name Thereby to hide his shame And silence is the praise their vertues craue To praise is flattery malice to dispraise Hard is the choice What cause is left for thee my Muse to raise Thy heau'nly voice Delight thy selfe on sweete Pernassus hill And for a better time reserue thy skill There let thy siluer sound From Cyrrha wood rebound And all the vale with learned Musicke fill Then shall those fooles that now preferre each rime Before thy skill With hand and foote in vaine assay to clime Thy sacred hill There shalt thou sit and skorne them with disdaine To see their fruitlesse labour all in vaine But they shall fret with spight To see thy glory bright And know themselues thereto cannot attaine Death in Loue. MIne eies haue spent their teares and now are drie My weary hand will guide my Pen no more My voice is hoarse and can no longer crie My head hath left no new complaints in store My heart is ouerburdâ—…ned so with paine That sence of griefe doth none therein remaine The
change thy bow and get a stronger Go breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait◅st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catena◅ Being s◅orned and disdained be inueighs against his Lady SInce iust disdaine began to rise And crie reuenge for spitefull wrong What erst I praisde I now despise And thinke my loue was all too long I tread in durt that scornfull pride Which in thy lookes I haue descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thine eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselues they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leades men to their death by night Thy words and oathes are light as winde And yet farre lighter is thy minde Thy friendship is a broken reede That failes thy friends in greatest neede Vitijs patientia victa est ODE 14. The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must die Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she crie Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne Instead of learned verse his Tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Altar reares Whereon she offers ◅uslesse strife Self-spending sighs and bootlesse teares Long Sutes in vaine Hate for good will Still-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Lookes coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False Beauties thrall That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancie free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall bee Vicimus domitum pedibus calcamus amorem Certaine Poemes vpon diuerse Subiects by the same Author Three Odes translated out of Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. ODE I. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for tunes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worthies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell ODE II. A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans face THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horse his hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lions teeth his strength disclose The Fi◅h by swimming scapes the wee le The Bird by flight the fowlers net With wisedome Man is arm'd as steele Poore women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword ◅a trustie shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beautie yeeld ODE III. OF late what time the Beare turnd roūd At midnight in her wonted way And men of all sorts slept full sound O'recome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whos 's there quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth quoth he Dung-wet with raine this Moonles night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the dore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet will proue too slacke for me He said and bent his bow and shot And wightly hit me on the heart The wound was sore and raging hot The heate like fury reekes my smart Mine host quoth he my string is well And laugh't so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue To each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull ahorne the Horse a hoofe The light-foote hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flie where they list The fish swimmes safe in waters deepe The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it bee The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue VVhen each desired it to haue T. S. Anacoreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To drie his plumes I heard the boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Prying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his backe Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wracke But what I feard did me poore wretch betide For forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quicke and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procurde a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drie But left the Arrow sticking in my brest There sore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THe lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flie her splene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse and so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith
That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slow of all and yet of greatest hast Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright and cleare thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breede is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee they fall Constant inconstant moouing standing still Was is shall be doe thee both breede and kill I lose thee while I seeke to finde thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measured thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone A Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loath some life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feedes on earth And staies on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasâ—…re mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'de no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helpes thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY me poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Aye me poore body whom for all my paines This froward soule causelesse condemneth stil. Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obay Soule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin Body Thou art the cause that setst this meanes a worke Soule No part of thee that hath not faulty bin Body I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me Saphiâ—…kes vpon the passion of Christ. HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retayned He for his goodnesse for his onely goodnesse Brought from hel-torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his ayde reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankefully singing DIVERS POEMS OF sundry Authors A hymne in praise of Musicke PRaise pleasure profit is that threefold band Which ties mens minds more fast then Gordions knot Each one some drawes all three none can withstand Of force conioynde Conquest is heardly got Then musicke may of hearts a Monarch be Wherein praise pleasure profit so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it praiseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it flowes for why it raiseth The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and those expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweete layes Would they in Court and Country so abound And profitable needes we must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to all Heroick minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighted And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this will Musicke bring and care preuent When antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dull then stones then beasts more fell Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue They fain'd it Citties built and states defended To shew the profite great on it depended Sweete birds pooremens Musitians neuer flake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night The dyings Swans in Musicke pleasure take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknesse health peace warre we doe it need Which proues sweet Musicks profite doth exceed But I by niggard praising doe dispraise Praise-worthy musicke in my worthlesse Rime Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see Praise pleasure profite in sweet musicke be I. D. Ten Sonnets to Philomel Sonnet 1. Vpon Loues entring by his eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage were By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I guarded them and voide of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my hart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pitty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of Loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Onely because to loue thee it presumed Sonnet 2. OWhy did fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traitor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her giftes concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how Loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly Deathes paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I di'de Sonnet 3. Of his owne and of his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIckenesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content here with like meanes it wrought My
eyes Tel her that her sweet tong was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindly rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely foode Now do I alwaies die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer Sonnet Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke uo heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire Sonnet To two most Honorable and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heauâ—…nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twinne eyes they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright than other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you commend sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The onely praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. ODE Of Cynthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned onely knew But now all men finde it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and Seas â—…e rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe olde and perish Onely time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers olde do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and dutie This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift WHo giues a gift to binde a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giue where he lift so that he giue not me For bought and sold is friendship strange Who liues by selling liues by change And he that loues to change his friend Will turne to nothing in the end The Anatomie of Loue. NOw what is loue I pray thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sounding bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Now what is loue I preth thee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lustie blouds in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee faine It is a sunshine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dies and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I preth thee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing wil soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee show A thing that creepes and cannot go A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moâ—… And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweete friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life works in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke an others woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe A Poeme IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flighâ—… Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lâ—…wlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sun that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest A Poeme in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame nature haue beene scant In dealing beauties gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. Loues contentment Death is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lengthning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath â—…y'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I neede When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote be kild I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals enteard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which hee inclosd I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if he that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne
But so they speake that thee and thine disdaine And I my selfe confesse my skill too small To pleade for loue and cleere my selfe with all What reason can my simple wit deuise Why bootlesse griefe should thus my minde afflict I loue the thoughts that loue it selfe despise I seeke for that I neuer looke to finde Oft haue I heard for which I thinke I die Thine angrie tongue all kind of loue defie Yet is my life vpon thy promise staid By which thou hast assur'd me of thy loue And though thereby my heate be not allaide No stay of flight where gaine is still aboue Yet since thy heart can yeeld to loue no more I rest content although I die therefore Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numina votis A repentant Poeme Though late my heart yet turne at last And shape thy course another way T' is better lose thy labour past Then follow on to sure decav What though thou long haue straid away In hope of grace for mercy cry Though weight of sinne doth presse thee downe And keepe thee grou'ling on the ground Though blacke despaire with angrie frowne Thy wit and iudgement quite confound Though time and wit haue bene mispent Yet grace is left if thou repent Weepe then my heart weepe still and still Nay melt to flouds of flowing teares Send out such shrikes as heau'n may fill And pierce thine angrie Iudges eaâ—…es And let thy soule that harbours sin Bleede streames of bloud to drowne it in Then shall thine angrie Iudges face To cheerefull lookes it selfe apply Then shall â—…hy soule be fild with grace And feare of death constraind to flie Euen so my God oh when how long I would but sin is too too strong I strine to rise sin keeps me downe I fly from sin sin followes me My will doth reach at glories crowne VVeake is my strength it will not be See how my fainting soule doth pant O let thy strength supply my want To the Epitaph vpon the heart of Henry the third late King of France and Poland slaine 1589. by a Iacobine Frier Vpon the Tombe of his heart in the Church of Saint Clou neere Paris adioyning to the house where he was slaine Adsta viator dole Regum vicem Cor Regis isto conditum est sub marmore Qui iura Gallis iura Sarmatis dedit Tectus Cucullo hunc sustulit Sicarius Abi Viator dole Regum vicem Thâ—…s Paraphastically Englished WHether thy choice or chance thee hither brings Stay Passenger and while the hap of kings This little stone a great Kings heart doth hold That ru'ld the fickle French and â—…olackes bold Whom with a mightie worlike host attended With traiterous knife a coused monster ended So fraile are euen the highest earthly things Go passenger and waile the hap of Kings F. D. Addit per Cha. Best Arm. An Epitaph on Henry the fourth the last French King THat we should more bewaile the hap of kings Great Henry Boâ—…bons death occasion brings To Henry Valois neâ—…t crownd King of France Next both in bloud in name in reigne in chance Perils his youth waâ—…s did his manhood spend His old aâ—…e peace till murder his life did end His conquests glory his wisedome peace did wiâ—… His faith heauen Christ pardon for his sinne An Epitaph on Queene Elizabeth ELiza that great maiden Queene lies heere Who gouern'd England foure and fortie yeare Our coines refinde in Ireland tamde Belgia protected Friended France foiled Spaine and Pope reiected Princes found her powerfull the world vertuous Her subiects wise and iust and God religious God hath her soule the world her admiration Subiects her good deeds Princes her imitation Vnions Iewell Diuers rare gems in thee O vnion shine First seauen Margarites in thy Iewell stand Matildaes three three Ianes of regall line Two royall Maries two Elizaes and One Isbell Anne Sibill and Margery All royall gems set princely shine in thee But first in it doth Agasia shine Who first with Durstus it began to make Then Margret next of our King Edgars line VVhom Malcolme King of Scots to wife did take VVhose grandchild Mawde our Empresse did conioine Scots Saxon Norman bloud in our Kings line For their child Mawde our first Henry did marry Of them Matild our said Empresse did spring By whose second husband our Kings did carry Name of great Plantagenet then Scots King First Alexander did Sibilla wed VVho sprong from our VVilliam conquerors bed The third Matild their first king Dauid maried Earle VValdoffes daughter neece to great K VVilliam Iane our King Iohns daughter thither was caried By their second Alexander after came Their third King Alexander who did marry An other Margret daughter of our third Harry From them two did another Margret spring VVho by Norwaies Prince a fourth Margret had Scots infant Queene whom first Edward our king To haue married to his sonne would haue bene glad So Scotlands Peares would too her death sayd nay VVhich onely this great vnion then did stay Though that most noble and victorious king This naturall vnion could not then aduance Another he as great t' effect did bring VVhen he his sonne maried to the heire of France Isbell by whom since all our kings haue claimed The crowne of France which some of the haue gained Though this our second Edward did preuent That he from Scotland did not not take his wife His daughter Iane performed his intent VVith second Dauid spending there her life He did the child of second Edward marry As third Alexander did of our third Harry Without issue they died then Margery Their first King Roberts daughter Bruse by name Scots Queene by birth must needs remembred be By whom Lord Stewart did encrease his fame From them second Robert Iames Stewart from him Third Robert namde whence first Iames did begin A valiant Prince who spent his youthfull prime In martiall deeds with our fift Henry in France To whom our sixt king Henry in his time Iane our third Edwards grandchild did aduance In mariage she of Henry Bewford sprong Somersets Earle was vertuous faire and yong Fifth Margaret Richmonds Countes forth did bring Our seuenth Henry who one diuision ended With Eliza heire of our fourth Edward king From both whom great'st Margret of all descended From whom and fourth Iames fift Iames Scottish king And from him Mary Scots last Queene did spring Fourth Iames being dead Margret did Douglas marry They a daughter Margret had Earle Lyneux wife Whose sonne Lord Darnley married their last Mary Of whom comes Charles Iames finisher of strife Who with Anne makes vnion by the childlesse death Of our Queenes Mary and Elizabeth The rarest pearles and richest Margarits all Which euer did in any Iewell stand The rarest Iewell too and most Angelicall Almost made vp by God and Natures hand By men to be finisht to this Isle sent Then to be worne for her best ornament A Panegyricke to my soueraigne Lord the King GReat King since
first this I le by Ioues owne hand Was set apart within great oceans armes And was appointed by her selfe to stand Fenc'â—… round about with rocks from forren harmes She into sundry parts hath oft bene torne And greatest wounds by her owne blowes hath borne But all the fractions now which man did make Since it in one whole number nature gaue Are added vp and brought to one great stake And being all sum'de vp one totall haue For Brittaine now to all the diuidend In one whole quotient all doth comprehend For thou the Monarch of this westerne I le Now all her shiuered parts hast brought together Spreading thy Empires wings eight hundred mile In length and foure in breadth there staying neither But ore'old oceans brest thy arme dost stretch Through Ireland making it to India reach To Iude thou the tribes hast brought againe Which by themselues did in Samaria dwell Iordane by thee whose streame did run amaine Is now dride vp that euery tribe may well To other go thou hast broke downe the wall Which Adrian made and which we picticke call Thou vertues orbe where fame is still ascendent And neuer can her highest auge attaine Conquetour of a I hearts all flattries transcendent Who hold'st it losse to take to giue great gaine Of bounteous deeds the euer-running spring To many wealth to all dost gladnesse bring The Muses dearling who with golden Pen And silu'red tongue thy princely mind canst tell In whom learning a Princes richest Iemme Both humane and diuine abounding dwell The great contriuer of this triple I le To one imperiall diadem and stile The royall product of the princely doue VVhich Englands Noah from peaces Arke sent forth After warres deluge who oliue branch of loue Dost bring with thee in thy returne from North How ioyfully did Brittaine reach her hand To take thee in t ' the Arke of this her land With great Eliza glory of her owne Wonder of future times true Churches nurse The ancient faiths reuiuer on whom were showne Heauens blessings all mens praiers no mans curse Fortunes fauours natures wealth Gods high grace The Muses lodge all vertues dwelling place Our Sun did set with great Elizabeth Before night thou a new day-light didst bring Our sommers peace did close at her cold death Without warres winter thou renewd'st our spring All our liues ioyes with her dead seemd to bee Before intombde they were reuiude by thee Center of royall births in whom do meete Lines drawne from all the noble conquerors bloud Which euer in any part with warlike feete Of this great Iles circumference haue stood With thy faire Queene a sea whither do runne Streames of all royall bloud of Christendome Both royall plants whence princely branches spring VVhereon grow our best fruits of hope and ioy Great of-springs both of many a noble King An antidotesh ' against this lands annoy In whose milde lookes hath princely maiestie A marriage made with modest courtesie She vertues booke bound in a golden couer Wherein nature hath writte with Gods owne quill All beauties learning where thou her true louer Maist reade sweete lectures of delight at will And on the frame of whose diuinest feature All graces shine that can be in a creature Sprung of a double knit to a triple King Late quadruple the holy number Three Gratefull to God did seeme more apt to bring Peace to this land with loue and vnitie Plant royall set by Iuno in this land Whose ancestors by Mars heere once did stand Sacred beautie her makes seeme angelicall Thee heauenly wisedome to the starres do raize Minerua her Apollo thee do call Their dearlings both truest theames of all praise Together liue and loue and long do raigne To our to your to Gods ioy bliâ—…le and gaine To my Lord the Prince DEarling of these of future times the glory Branch royall sprung from many a regall stemme On whose faire structure written is the story Of natures chefest skill worlds choisest Iemme Wits richest Cabinet vertues best aray Centre where lines of all hearts loues do meete Sweete ground whereon the Muses loue to play Ripe in wit though greene in yeares of forme most sweet Scotlands faire fruit Englands great hope Frances loue Irelands awe Cambriaes ioy great Brittains â—…ame Abridgement of all worth the mighty Ioue Long lengthen your good daies and still your name And when you shall haue honoured long this land Grant you a glorious Saint in heauen to stand To the excellent Lady Elizabeth her Grace FAire vertues Iemme set in most royall gold The worthiest owner of the fairest mansion Rich prize for which nature and fortune hold VVith Muses and graces Great contention All which by agreement this partition make None of themselues worthy of all discerning Nature your beauty Graces your vertues take Fortune shares your honour Muses your learning Map of perfection who deserue to be And are the worthiest marke the world can yeeld For all great Christian Princes loues they see Such vertues wheat growing in beauties field Long may you liue a holy and happy life A royall maide first then a royall wife De lapsu hominis in Adam PAuper amabilis venerabilis est benedictus Diues inutilis insatiabilis est maledictus Qui â—…ona negligit mala diligit intrat abyssum Nulla potentia nulla pecunia liberat ipsum Irremeabilis insatiabilis illa vorago Hic vbi mergitur horrida cernitur omnis image Uir miserabilis Euaque flebilis hoc subierunt Hic cruciamina per sua crimina cum mâ—…ruerunt Iussa Dei pia iussa salubria si tenuissent Vir neque fâ—…mina nec sua semina morte perissent Sed quia spernere iussaque soluere non timuere Mors grauis irrujt hoc merito fuit periere Ianua mortis passio fortis crimen corum Aâ—…tulit â—…rbi semina morbi totque malorum Illa parentes atque sequentes culpa peremit Atque piarâ—…m deliciarum munus ademit â—…lebile fatum dans cruciatum dansque dolorem Illa merenti perdere tanti regis honorem Est data saeuam causa per Euam perditionis Dum meliorem sperat honorem voce draconis Hoc male credens nos quoque laedens crimine magnâ—… Omnia tristi subdidit isti saecula damnâ—… Stirps miserorum plena dolorum postea creuit His quoque damnis pluribus annis subdita fleuit De restitutione hominis per Christum SEd Deus omnipotens qui verbo cuncta creauit Sic cecidisse dâ—…lens homines quos semper amauit Ipse suum verbum transmiâ—…it ad inâ—…im a mundi Exulibus miseris aperire viam redeundi Filius ergo Dei descendit ab arce superna Nunquam discedens à maiestate paterna Qui corpus sumens animatum numine saluâ—… Processit natus sacrae de virginis aluâ—… Uerus homo verusque Deus pius miseratâ—…r Uerus saluator nostraeque salutis amator Sponte suâ—… morâ—…ens mortem moriendo peremit â—…t sic pâ—…rpetua miserâ—…s à morte redemit Namque pia de morte resurgens vt Leo fâ—…rtis Restituit vitam prostrato principe mortis Of the fall of man in Adam THe poore maÌ„ belou'd for vertue approu'd right blessed is he Where couetous chuâ—…f who neuer hath enough accursed shal be Who goodnes reiecteth euill affecteth shall fall in the pit No plenty of pence shall free him from thence no power nor wit Both vnrepassable and vnsatiable that gulph will appeare Imbogd he shall be where nought he shall see but horror feare Adam vnstable and Eue variable the very first time By falling from God deserued this rod O horrible crime For had they adhered to God him feared by keeping his reede TheÌ„ death had not come on the maÌ„ or the womaÌ„ or any their seed But when as the man from Gods will began basely to reuolt For his grieuous sinne death came rushing in and on him laid holt This was the great crime which at the first time by craft of the deuill Did bring in the seed of sicknes and need all other euill This was the sin which first did begin our parents to kill And heauenly foode prepard for our good did vtterly spill Vnhappy the fate which first such a state such sorrow did bring To him that had lost so much to our cost our heauenly king The credulous Eue t was she that did giue the cause of such euill Hoping that honor wold come more vpoÌ„ her deceiued by the deuiâ—… Beleeuing of him did make her to sin to all our great losse For mankind e're sence receiued from hence an horrible crosse For all the nations through all generatioÌ„s which after haue bene With grief of their heart haue tasted the smart of that primitiue â—…in Of the restoring of man by Christ. BVt Ioue omnipotent all things by his word who created Griâ—…uing man to be falâ—…e whose loue was in him so innated Sent from aboue his word for man to prepare a returning Thence where else had he lien through all eternity burning So Gods onely begotten sonne came downe to redeeme vs Yet did he still himselfe his fathers glory beteeme vs. A body formde with a soule to his diuinity taking And to be borne of a virgine his humanity making Borne very God very man he a man God mercifull holy Purchased our saluation was our Sauiour wholy For by his willing death he deaths selfe wholy defeated And so vs all from eternall death by death â—…ebegetted From death again rising he deaths prince mightily maimed Whereby his owne from death to eternall life he regained FINIS
is in the fewest words The Turtles cannot sing and yet they loue True harts haue eies and eares no tongues to speake They heare and see and sigh and then they breake An answere to the first staffe that loue is vnlike in Beggars and in Kings COmpare the Bramble with the Cedar tree The Pismires anger with the Lions rage What is the buzzing flie where Eagles be A drop the sparke no Seas can Aetna svvage Small is the heate in beggars breasts that springs But flaming fire consumes the hearts of Kings Who shrouds himselfe where slender haires cast shade But mighty Okes may scorne the Summer Sun Small cure will serue where Bees the wound haue made But Dragons poyson through each part doth run Light is the loue that beggars bosome stings Deepe is the wound that Cupid makes in Kings Small channels serue where shallow springs do slide And little helpe will turne or stay their course The highest banks scarce hold the swelling tide Which ouerthrowes all stops with raging force The baser sort scarce wet them in the springs VVhich ouer-whelme the heads of mighty kings What though in both the heart be set of loue The selfe same ground both corne and cockle breede Fast by the Bryar the Pine-tree mounts aboue One kinde of grasse the Iade and Iennet feeds So from the heart by secret vertue springs Vnlike desire in beggars and in kings A song in praise of a Beggars life BRight shines the Sun Play beggars play Here 's scraps enough to serue to day VVhat noise of Viols is so sweete As when our merry clappers ring VVhat mirth doth want where beggars meete A beggars life is for a king Eate drinke and play sleepe when we list Go where we will so stocks be mist. Bright shines c. The world is ours and ours alone For we alone haue world at will VVe purchase not all is our owne Both fields and streets we beggars fill Nor care to get nor feare to keepe Did euer breake a beggars sleepe Bright shines c. A hundred head of blacke and white Vpon our gownes securely ◅eede If any dare his Master bite He dies therefore as sure as Creede Thus beggars lord it as they please And none but beggars liue at ease Bright shine the Sun c. Vpon beginning without making an end BEgin and halfe is done yet halfe vndone remaines Begin that halfe all is done thou art easd of pains The second halfe is all againe new worke must be begun Thus he that still begins doth nothing but by halues And things half done as good vndone half oxen are but calues An Epigram to Sir Philip Sidney in Elegiacall verse translated out of Iodell the French Poet. Cambridge worthy Philip by this verse builds thee an Altar Gainst time tempest strong to abide for euer That praise of verses no length of time can◅ abolish VVith Greece Italy purchased endlesse honour I then pursuing their steps like glory to purchase VVill make thy memory famous in after ages And in these measured verses thy glory be sounded So be thy holy fauour helpe to my holy fury Hexameters vpon the neuer enough praised Sir Philip Sidney VVhat can I now suspect or what can I feare any longer Oft did I feare oft hope whilst life in Sidney remained Of nothing can I now despaire for nought can I hope for This good is in misery when great extremity grieues vs That neither hope of good nor fear of worse cā affright vs And can I thē cōplaine whē no complaint cā auaile me How can I seeme to be discontēt or what can I weep for He liues eternall with endlesse glory bedecked Yea still on earth he liues still shall liue by the Muses Another vpon the same VVhat strange aduenture ' what now vnlook't for arriull Hath drawne the Muses from sweet Boeotia mountaines To chuse our country to seeke in London abiding Are faire Castalian streames dride stands Cyrrha no longer Or loue the Muses like wantons oft to be changing Scarce can I that suppose scarce think I those to be Muses No sound of melody no voice but dreary lamenting Yet well I wot too well Muses most dolefully weeping See where Melpomene sits hid for shame in a corner Here ye the carefull sighs fetcht from the depth of her entrailes There weepes Calliope there sometimes lusty Thaleia Aye me◅ alas now know I the cause now seeke I no further Here lies their glory their hope their onely reioycing Dead lies worthy Philip the care and praise of Apollo Dead lies his carkasse but fame shall liue to the worlds end Others vpon the same Whom can I first accuse whose fault account I the greatest Where kept the Muses what countries haunted Apollo Where loitred bloudy Mars where lingred worthy Minerua What could three sisters do more then nine in a combate Was force of no force Was faire entreaty refused Where is the musicke that sometimes moued Alecto That gain'd Eurydice that left Proserpina weeping Choose whether of the two you list your skill to be nothing Or your most faithfull seruants vnkindly rewarded And thou that braggest of skilfull surgery knowledge That canst of Simples discerne the quality secret And giue fit plaisters for woundes that seeme to be curelesse Whereto auailes thy skill that cannot Sidney recouer And couldest thou whilome preuaile with destinie fatall For king Admetus gainst course of naturall order And canst doe nothing to saue so faithfull a seruant As for Mars well I wot cold frost of Thracia kingdome Hath kild all kindnes no ruth of him can be lookt for And dainty Pallas disdaind forsooth to be present Enuy perhaps nay grief as I gesse was cause of her absence Onely we poore wretches whom Gods and Muses abandon Lament thy timelesse decay with sorrowfull outcries But yet if hap some Muse would adde new grace to my verses Germany France Italy Spaine Denmarke Persia Turky India where Phoebus climes from the sea to the Skie-ward India where Phoebus declines from skie to the Sea-warn'd Tartary Pole Lettow Muscouy Bohemia Norway All Coasts where rising or falling Phoebus appeareth Should heare and wonder to heare thy glory resounded Armenian Tigres enrag'd for theft of a yongling Princely Lyons roaring for want of prey to be starued Fierce Beares grunting wild Boares vpon Arcady mountaines Should stand a stonisht forgetting naturall of-spring Forgetting hunger forgetting slaughter appo◅nted As when Calliopes deere sonne sweete harmony singing Vnto the true consent of his Harpe strings tuned in order Drew from their places wild beasts and trees by the musick Swift flowing Hebrus stai'd all his streames in a wonder As if chill coldnesse frorne had them downe to the bottome But for I wote too well my slender skill to be nothing Here will I quite forsweare both Verse and Muse in an anger Lest hap my rudenesse disgrace thy glory by praising Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori To Time ETernall Time that wasteth without wast