englar'd of late Enamour'd of mine owne conceit I sported with my thoughts that then were free And neuer thought to see No such mishap at all As might haue made them thrall VVhen lo euen then my fate Was laboring to orethrow my prosprous state For Cupid did conspire my fall And with my honie mixt his gall Long ere I thought that such a thing could be Loue after many stratagems were tride His griefe t' his mother did impart And praid her to find out some art By which he might haue meanes t' abate my pride And she by chance espide VVhere beauties beautie straid Like whom straight wayes arraid She tooke a powerfull dart VVhich had the force t'nflame an icie hart And when she had this slight assaid The time no longer she delaid But made an arrow through my bowels glide Then when I had receiu'd the deadly wound And that the goddesse fled my sight Inueigled with her beauties light First hauing followed ore the stable ground Vnto the deepe profound My course I next did hold In hope the truth t' vnfold If Thetis by her might Or some sea-nimph had vs'd the fatall slight In th'Hauen I did a barke behold VVith sailes of silke and oares of gold VVhich being richly deckt did seeme most sound In this imbark'd when from the port I past Faire gales at first my sailes did greete And all seem'd for the voyage meete But yet I sail'd not long when lo a blast Did quite oreturne my mast Which being once throwne downe Still looking for to drowne And striken off my feete Betwixt two rockes I did with danger fleete Whilst seas their waues with clouds did crowne Yet with much toile I got a towne Whereas I saw her whom I sought at last What were my ioyes then scarcely can be thought When in distresse she did me spie My mind with fortunes best to trie She to a chamber made of pearle me brought Where whilst I proudly sought In state with Ioue to striue A flame which did arriue In twinckling of an eye The chamber burn'd and left me like to die For after that how could I liue That in the depth of woes did diue To see my glorie to confusion brought But with prosperitie yet once againe To trie what was within my mind She on my backe two wings did bind Like to Ioues birds and I who did disdaine On th' earth for to remaine Since I might soare ore all Did th'airie sprites appall Till through fierce flying blind I was encountred with a mightie wind With which through th' aire toss'd like a ball Euen as a starre from heauen doth fall I glided to the ground almost quite slaine Then as it seem'd growne kinder then before This Ladie for to cure my wounds Did seeke ore all the nearest bounds To trie what might my wonted state restore And still her care grew more Of flowers she made my bed With Nectar I was fed And with most surged sounds Oft luld asleepe betwixt two yuorie rounds Whose daintie turrets all were cled With Lillies white and Roses red The leaues of which could onely ease my sore When I was cur'd of euery thing saue care She whom I name without a name Did leade me forth t' a mightie frame A curious building that was wondrous faire A labyrinth most rare All made of precious stones That which in Candie once Did hide Pasiphaes shame Was not so large though more enlarg'd by fame There whilst none listned to their mones A world of men shed weightie grones That tortur'd were with th' engines of despaire As Forth at Sterling glides at t' were in doubt What way she should direct her course If to the sea or to the source And sporting with her selfe her selfe doth flout So wandred I about In th'intricated way Where whilst I did still stray With an abrupt discourse And with a courtesie I must say course My beauteous guide fled quite away And would not do so much as stay To lend me first a thread to leade me out Through many a corner whilst I staggring went VVhich in the darke I did embrace A nymph like th' other in the face But whose affections were more mildly bent Spying my breath neare spent Plaid Ariadnes part And led me by the heart Out of the guilefull place And like th' vngratefull Theseus in this case I made not my deliuerer smart Thus oft affraid my panting hart Can yet scarce trust t' haue scap'd some bad euent If any muse misterious song At those strange things that thou hast showne And wot not what to deeme Tell that they do me wrong I am my selfe what ere I seeme And must go mask'd that I may not be knowne Son 20. VNhappie ghost go waile thy griefe below VVhere neuer soule but endlesse horror sees Dismaske thy mind amongst the mirtle trees Which here I see thou art asham'd to show This breast that such a fierie breath doth blow Must haue of force some flood those flames to freeze And ô that drowsie Lethe best agrees To quench these euils that come because I know Since she whom I haue harbour'd in my heart Will grant me now no portion of her mind I die content because she liues vnkind And suffers one whom once she grac'd to smart But I lament that I haue liu'd so long Lest blaming her I ere I die do wrong Son 21. IN this curst brest borne onely to be pin'd Some furie hath such fantasies infus'd That I though with her cruelties well vs'd Can daigne my selfe to serue one so inclind Such hellish horrors tosse my restlesse mind That with beguiling hopes vainely abus'd It yet affects that which the Fates refus'd And dare presume to pleade for that vnkind Then traiterous thoughts that haue seduc'd my sence Whose vaine inuentions I haue oft times wail'd I banish you the bounds whereas ye fail'd To liue from hence exil'd for your offence But what auailes all this though I would leaue them If that the heart they hurt againe receiue them Son 22. WHilst nothing could my fancies course controule T' haue matchlesse beauties match'd with matchles loue And from thy mind all rigor to remoue I sacrific'd th' affections of my soule And Hercules had neuer greater paines With dangerous toiles his step-dames wrath t' asswage Then I while as I did my thoughts engage With my deserts t'oreballance thy disdaines Yet all my merits could not moue thy mind But furnish'd trophees for t' adorne thy pride That in the fornace of those troubles tride The temper of my loue whose flame I find Fin'd and refin'd too oft but faintles flashes And must within short time fall downe in ashes Son 23. EArst stately Iuno in agreat disdaine Her beautie by ones iudgement but iniur'd T' auenge on a whole nation oft procur'd And for ones fault saw many thousands slaine But she whom I would to the world preferre Although I spend my sp'rit to praise her name She in a rage as if I sought her shame Thirsts for
hart Son 80. WHen Loue spide death like to triumph ore me That had bene such a pillar of his throne And that all AEsculapius hopes were gone Whose drugs had not the force to set me free He labour'd to reduce the Fates decree And thus bespake the tyrant that spares none Thou that wast neuer mou'd with worldlings mone To saue this man for my request agree And I protest that he shall dearely buy The short prolonging of a wretched life For it shall be inuolu'd in such a strife That he shall neuer liue but euer die O what a cruell kindnesse Cupid crau'd Who for to kill me oft my life once sau'd Son 81. OFt haue I vow'd of none t' attend releefe Whose ardour was not equall vnto mine And in whose face there did not clearely shine The very image of my inward greefe But so the dest'nies do my thoughts dispose I wot not what a fatall force ordaines That I abase my selfe to beare disdaines And honour one that ruines my repose Oft haue I vow'd no more to be orethrowne But still retaining my affections free To fancie none but them that fancied me But now I see my will is not mine owne Then ah may you bewitch my iudgement so That I must loue although my heart say no! Son 82. I Rage to see some in the scroules of fame Whose louers wits more rare then their deserts Do make them prais'd for many gallant parts The which doth make themselues to blush for shame Where thou whom euen thine enemies cannot blame Though famous in the center of all hearts Yet to the world thy worth no pen imparts Which iustly might those wrong-spent praises claime But what vaine pen so fondly durst aspire To paint that worth which soares aboue each wit Which hardly highest apprehensions hit Not to be told but thought of with desire For where the subiect doth surmount the sence We best by silence shew a great pretence Song 8. I would thy beauties wonders show Which none can tell yet all do know Thou borrowes nought to moue delight Thy beauties Deare are all perfite And at the head I le first begin Most rich without more rich within Within a place Minerua claimes Without Apollo's golden beames Whose smiling waues those seas may scorne Where Beauties goddesse earst was borne And yet do boast a world with death If toss'd with gales of thy sweet breath I for two crescents take thy browes Or rather for two bended bowes Whose archer loue whose white mens harts Thy frownes no smiles smiles are thy darts Which to my ruine euer bent Are oft discharg'd but neuer spent Thy sunnes I dare not say thine eyes Which oft do set and oft do rise Whilst in thy faces heau'n they moue Giue light to all the world of loue And yet do whiles defraud our sight Whil'st two white clouds eclipse their light The laborinthes of thine eares VVhere Beautie both her colours reares Are lawne laid on a scarlet ground Whereas Loues ecchoes euer sound Thy cheekes strawberries dipt in milke As white as snow as soft as silke Gardens of lillies and of roses Where Cupid still himselfe reposes And on their daintie rounds he sits When he would charme the rarest wits Those swelling vales which beautie owes Are parted with a dike of snowes The line that still is stretch'd out euen And doth deuide thy faces heauen It hath the prospect of those lippes From which no word vnballanc'd slippes There is a grot by Nature fram'd Which Art to follow is asham'd All those whom fame for rare giues foorth Compar'd with this are litle woorth T' is all with pearles and rubies set But I the best almost forget There do the gods as I haue tride Their Ambrosie and Nectar hide The daintie pot that 's in thy chin Makes many a heart for to fall in Whereas they boyle with pleasant fires Whose fuell is enflam'd Desires T' is eminent in Beauties field As that which threatens all to yeeld T'vphold those treasures vndefac'd There is an yuorie pillar plac'd Which like to Maias sonne doth proue For to beare vp this world of loue In it some branched veines arise As th' azure pure would braue the skies I see whiles as I downward moue Two litle globes two worlds of loue Which vndiscouer'd vndistressed Were neuer with no burden pressed Nor will for Lord acknowledge none To be enstal'd in Beauties throne As barren yet so were they bare O happie he that might dwell there And now my Muse we must make hast To it that 's iustly cal'd the wast That wasts my heart with hopes and feares My breath with sighes mine eyes with teares Yet I to it for all those harmes Would make a girdle of mine armes There is below which no man knowes A mountaine made of naked snowes Amidst the which is Loues great seale To which for helpe I oft appeale And if by it my right were past I should brooke beautie still at last But ah my Muse will lose the Crowne I dare not go no further downe Which doth discourage me so much That I no other thing will touch No not those litle daintie feet Which Thetis staine for Venus meet Thus wading through the depths of Beautie I would haue faine discharg'd my dutie Yet doth thy worth so passe my skill That I shew nothing but good will Son 83. THat fault on me my Faire no further vrge Nor wrest it not vnto a crooked sence The punishment else paffeth the offence This fault was in it selfe too great a scourge Since I behoou'd to giue th' occasion place And could not haue the meanes to visite thee Could there haue come a greater crosse to me Then so to be sequestred from thy face And yet I thinke that fortune for my rest Though for the time it did turmoile my mind Admit she be as many call her blind Did for the time then stumble on the best To looke vpon thine eyes had I presum'd I might haue rested by their rayes consum'd Son 84. AH thou my Loue wilt lose thy selfe at last VVho can to match thy selfe with none agree Thou ow'st thy father Nephewes and to me A recompence for all my passions past Ah why should'st thou thy beauties treasure wast VVhich will begin for to decay I see Earst Daphne did become a barren tree Because she was not halfe so wise as chast And all the fairest things do soonest fade VVhich O I feare thou with repentance trie The roses blasted are the lillies dye And all do languish in the sommers shade Yet will I grieue to see those flowers fall downe VVhich for my temples should haue fram'd a crowne Son 85. SOme yet not borne surueying lines of mine Shall enuie with a sigh the eyes that view'd Those beauties with my bloud so oft imbrude The which by me in many a part do shine Those reliques then of this turmoil'd engine VVhich for thy fauour haue so long pursude Then after death will make my fortune rued And thee
thine altars smoke Well if that thou haue vow'd not to reuoke The fatall doome that 's farre from all remorce For the last sacrifice my selfe shall smart My bloud must quench my vehement desires And let thine eyes drinke vp my funerall fires And with my ashes glut thy Tygrish heart So though thou at my wonted flames didst spurne Thou must trust those when as thou seest me burne Son 92. I Wot not which to chalenge for my death Of those thy beauties that my ruine seekes The pure white fingers or the daintie cheekes The golden tresses or the Nectard breath Ah they be all too guiltie of my fall All wounded me though I their glorie rais'd Although I graunt they need not to be prais'd It may suffise they be Auroraes all Yet for all this O most ingratefull woman Thou shalt not scape the scourge of iust disdaine I gaue thee gifts thou shouldst haue giuen againe It 's shame to be in thy inferiors common I gaue all what I held most deare to thee Yet to this houre thou neuer guerdon'd me Son 93. VVHilst carelesse swimming in thy beauties seas I wondring was at that bewitching grace Thou painted pitie on a cruell face And angled so my iudgement by mine eyes But now begun to triumph in my scorne When I cannot retire my steps againe Thou arm'st thine eyes with enuy and disdaine To murther my abortiue hopes halfe borne Whilst like to end this long continued strife My palenesse shewes I perish in dispaire Thou loth to lose one that esteemes thee faire With some sweete word or looke prolongst my life And so each day in doubt redact'st my state Deare do not so once either loue or hate Son 94. MIne eyes would euer on thy beauties gaze Mine eares are euer greedie of thy fame My heart is euer musing on the same My tongue would still be busied with thy praise I would mine eyes were blind and could not see I would mine eares were deafe and would not heare I would my heart would neuer hold thee deare I would my tongue all such reports would flee Th' eyes in their circles do thy picture hold Th' eares conducts keepe still ecchoes of thy worth The heart can neuer barre sweet fancies forth The tongue that which I thinke must still vnfold Thy beauties then from which I would rebell Th' eyes see th' eares heare th' heart thinks and tong must tell Son 95. WHile as th'undanted squadrons of my mind On mountaines of deserts reard high desires And my proud heart that euermore aspires To scale the heauen of beautie had design'd The faire fac'd goddesse of that stately frame Look'd on my haughtie thoughts with scorne a space Then thundred all that proud Gigantike race And from her lightning lights throw'd many a flame Then quite for to confound my loftie cares Euen at the first encounter as it chanc'd Th'ouer-daring heart that to th' assault aduanc'd Was cou'red with a weight of huge dispaires Beneath the which the wretch doth still remaine Casting forth flames of furie and disdaine Son 96. FAire Tygresse tell contents it not thy sight To see me die each day a thousand times O how could I commit such monstrous crimes As merit to this martirdome by night Not onely hath thy wrath adiudg'd to paine This earthly prison that thy picture keepes But doth the soule while as the bodie sleepes With many fearefull dreames from rest restraine Lo thus I waste to worke a tyrants will My dayes in torment and my nights in terror And here confin'd within an endlesse error Without repentance do perseuer still That it is hard to iudge though both be lost Whose constancie or crueltie is most Son 97. LOoke to a tyrant what it is to yeeld Who printing still to publish my disgrace The storie of my ouerthrow in my face Erects pale Trophees in that bloudlesse field The world that viewes this strange triumphall arke Reades in my lookes as lines thy beauties deeds Which in each mind so great amazement breeds That I am made of many eyes the marke But what auailes this Tygresse triumph O And couldst thou not be cruell if not knowne But in this meager map it must be showne That thou insultst to see thy subiects so And my disgrace it grieues me not so much As that it should be said that thou art such Son 98. LEt others of the worlds decaying tell I enuy not those of the golden age That did their carelesse thoughts for nought engage But cloyd with all delights liu'd long and well And as for me I mind t' applaud my fate Though I was long in comming to the light Yet may I mount to fortunes highest hight So great a good could neuer come too late I 'm glad that it was not my chance to liue Till as that heauenly creature first was borne Who as an Angell doth the earth adorne And buried vertue in the tombe reuiue For vice ouerflowes the world with such a flood That in it all saue she there is no good Sonet 99. WHilst curiously I gaz'd on beauties skies My soule in litle liquid ruslets runne Like snowie mountaines melted with the Sunne Was liquified through force of two faire eyes Thence sprang pure springs and neuer-tainted streames In which a Nymph her image did behold And cruell she ah that it should be told VVhiles daign'd to grace them with some chearfull beames Till once beholding that her shadow so Made those poore waters partners of her praise She by abstracting of her beauties rayes VVith griefe congeal'd the source from whence they flow But through the yce of that vniust disdaine Yet still transpares her picture and my paine Son l00 AVrora now haue I not cause to rage Since all thy fishing but a frog hath catch'd May I not mourne to see the morning match'd VVith one that 's in the euening of his age Should hoary lockes sad messengers of death Sport with thy golden haires in beauties Inne And should that furrow'd face foyle thy smooth skinne And bath it selfe in th'Ambrosie of thy breath More then mine owne I lament thy mishaps Must he who iealous through his owne defects Thy beauties vnstaind treasure still suspects Sleepe on the snow-swolne pillowes of thy paps VVhile as a lothed burthen in thine armes Doth make thee out of time waile curelesse harmes Son 101. ALL that behold me on thy beauties shelfe To cast my selfe away toss'd with conceit Since thou wilt haue no pitie of my state VVould that I tooke some pitie of my selfe For what say they though she disdaine to bow And takes a pleasure for to see thee sad Yet there be many a one that would be glad To bost themselues of such a one as thou But ah their counsell of small knowledge sauours For O poore fooles they see not what I see Thy frownes are sweeter then their smiles can be The worst of thy disdaines worth all their fauours I rather deare of thine one looke to haue Then of another all that
I would craue Son 102. WHen as that louely tent of beautie dies And that thou as thine enemie fleest thy glasse And doest with griefe remember what it was That to betray my heart allur'd mine eyes Then hauing bought experience with great paines Thou shalt although too late thine errour find Whilst thou reuolu'st in a digested mind My faithfull loue and thy vnkind disdaines And if that former times might be recald While as thou sadly sitst retir'd alone Then thou wouldst satisfie for all that 's gone And I in thy hearts throne would be instald Deare if I know thee of this mind at last I le thinke my selfe aueng'd of all that 's part Elegie 3. IN silent horrors here where neuer mirth remaines I do retire my selfe apart as rage and griefe constraines So may I sigh vnknowne whilst other comfort failes An infranchised citizen of solitarie vales Her priuiledge to plain since nought but plaints cā please My sad conceptions I disclose diseased at my ease No barren pitie here my passions doth increase Nor no detracter here resorts deriding my distresse But wandring through the world a vagabonding guest Acquiring most contentment then when I am rest of rest Against those froward fates that did my blisse controule I thunder forth a thousand threats in th'anguish of my soule And lo lunaticke-like do dash on euery shelfe And conuocate a court of cares for to condemne my selfe My fancies which in end time doth fantasticke try I figure forth essentially in all the obiects by In euery corner where my recklesse eye repaires I reade great volumes of mishaps memorials of despaires All things that I behold vpbraid me my estate And oft I blush within my brest asham'd of my conceit Those branches broken downe with mercie-wanting winds I Obiect me my deiected state that greater fury finds Their winter-beaten weed disperst vpon the plaine Are like to my renounced hopes all scattred with disdaine Lo wondring at my state the strongest torrent stayes And turning and returning oft would scorne my crooked wayes In end I find my fate ouer all before my face Enregistred eternally in th'annales of disgrace Those crosses out of count might make die rockes to riue That this small remanent of life for to extinguish striue And yet my rockie heart so hardned with mishaps Now by no meanes can be cōmou'd not with Ioues thunder claps But in huge woes inuolu'd with intricating art Surcharg'd with sorowes I succomb and senslesly do smart And in this labyrinth exil'd from all repose breath I consecrate this cursed corpes a sacrifice to woes Whilst many a furious plaint my smoaking breast shall breath Ecclips'd with many a cloudie thought aggrieu'd vnto the death With th'eccho plac'd beside some solitary sourse Disastruous accidents shall be the ground of our discourse Her maimed words shal shew how my hurt hart half dies Consum'd with corrosiues of care caractred in mine eyes My Muse shall now no more transported with respects Exalt that euill deseruing one as fancie still directs Nor yet no partiall pen shall spot her spotlesse fame Vnhonestly dishonoring an honorable name But I shall sadly sing too tragickly inclin'd Some subiect sympathizing with my melancholious mind Nor will I more describe my dayly deadly strife My publike wrongs my priuate woes mislucks in loue and life That would but vexe the world for to extend my toiles In painting forth particularly my many formes of foiles No none in speciall I purpose to bewray But one as all and all as one I mind to mourne for ay For being iustly weigh'd the least that I lament Deserues indeed to be bewail'd til th' vse of th' eyes be spent And since I should the least perpetually deplore The most again though maruellous cā be bemon'd no more Son 103. TO yeeld to those I cannot but disdaine Whose face doth but entangle foolish hearts It is the beautie of the better parts With which I mind my fancies for to chaine Those that haue nought wherewith mens minds to gaine But onely curled lockes and wanton lookes Are but like fleeting baites that haue no hookes Which may well take but cannot well retaine He that began to yeeld to th' outward grace And then the treasures of the mind doth proue He who as t' were was with the maske in loue What doth he thinke when as he sees the face No doubt being lim'd by th' outward colours so That inward worth would neuer let him go Son 104. LOng time I did thy cruelties detest And blaz'd thy rigor in a thousand lines But now through my complaints thy vertue shines That was but working all things for the best Thou of my rash affections held'st the raines And spying dangerous sparkes come from my fires Didst wisely temper my enflam'd desires VVith some chast fauours mixt with sweet disdaines And when thou saw'st I did all hope despise And look'd like one that wrestled with despaire Then of my safetie thy exceeding care Shew'd that I kept thine heart thou but thine eyes For whilst thy reason did thy fancies tame I saw the smoke although thou hidst the flame Son 105. SHould I the treasure of my life betake To thought-toss'd breath whose babling might it marre VVords with affection wing'd might flee too farre And once sent forth can neuer be brought backe Nor will I trust mine eyes whose partiall lookes Haue oft conspir'd for to betray my mind And would their light still to one obiect bind VVhile as the fornace of my bosome smokes No no my loue and that which makes me thrall Shall onely be entrusted to my soule So may I stray yet none my course controule VVhilst though orethrowne none triumphs for my fall My thoughts while as confin'd within my brest Shall onely priuie to my passions rest Son 106. A Wake my Muse and leaue to dreame of loues Shake off soft fancies chaines I must be free I le parch no more vpon the mirtle tree Nor glide through th' aire with beauties sacred doues But with Ioues slately bird I le leaue my nest And trie my sight against Apolloes raies Then if that ought my ventrous course dismaies Vpon the Oliues boughes I le light and rest I le tune my accents to a trumpet now And seeke the Laurell in another field Thus I that once as Beautie meanes did yeeld Did diuers garments on my thoughts bestow Like Icarus I feare vnwisely bold Am purpos'd others passions now t' vnfold Song 10. FArewell sweet fancies and once deare delights The treasures of my life which made me proue That vnaccomplish'd ioy that charm'd the sprights And whilst by it I onely seem'd to moue Did hold my rauish'd soule big with desire That tasting those to greater did aspire Farewell free thraldome freedome that was thrall While as I led a solitary life Yet neuer lesse alone whilst arm'd for all My thoughts were busied with an endlesse strife For then not hauing bound my selfe to any I being bound to none was bound to many Great God that tam'st the gods old-witted child Whose temples brests whose altars are mens hearts From my hearts fort thy legions are exild And Hymens torch hath burn'd out all thy darts Since I in end haue bound my selfe to one That by this meanes I may be bound to none Thou daintie goddesse with the soft white skinne To whom so many offrings dayly smoke Were beauties processe yet for to begin That sentence I would labour to reuoke Which on mount Ida as thy smiles did charme The Phrigian shepheard gaue to his owne harme And if the question were referd to mee On whom I would bestow the ball of gold I feare me Venus should be last of three For with the Thunderers sister I would hold Whose honest flames pent in a lawfull bounds No feare disturbs nor yet no shame confounds I mind to speake no more of beauties Doue The Peacocke is the bird whose fame I le raise Not that I Argos need to watch my loue But so his mistris Iuno for to praise And if I with his eyes then it shall be That I with many eyes my loue may see Then farewell crossing ioyes and ioyfull crosses Most bitter sweets and yet most sugred sowers Most hurtfull gaines yet most commodious losses That made my yeares to flee away like howers And spent the spring time of mine age in vaine Which now my summer must redeeme againe O welcome easie yoke sweet bondage come I seeke not from thy toiles for to be shielded But I am well content to be orecome Since that I must commaund when I haue yeelded Then here I quit both Cupid and his mother And do resigne my selfe t' obtaine another FINIS
with that mirror would I change my shape From which my Faire askes counsell euery day How she th' vntainted beauties should array To th' end their fierce assaults no soule may scape Then in my bosome I behoou'd t' imbrace That which I loue and whilst on me she gaz'd In her sweet eyes I many a time amaz'd Would woo my selfe and borrow thence a grace But ah I seeke that which I haue and more She but too oft in me her picture spies And I but gaze too oft on those faire eyes Whence I the humor draw that makes mine sore Well may my loue come glasse her selfe in me In whom all what she is the world may see Son 43. NOw when the Syren sings as one dismaid I straight with waxe begin to stop mine eares And when the Crocadile doth shed foorth teares I flie away for feare to be betraid I know when as thou seem'st to waile my state Thy face is no true table of thy mind And thou wouldst neuer shew thy selfe so kind Wert not thy thoughts are hatching some deceit Whilst with vaine hopes thou go'st about to fill me I wot whereto those drams of fauour tend Lest by my death thy cruelties should end Thou think'st by giuing life againe to kill me No no thou shalt not thus thy greatnesse raise I le breake the trumpet that proclaim'd thy praise Son 44. O Now I thinke and do not thinke amisse That th' old Philosophers were all but fooles Who vs'd such curious questions in their schooles Yet could not apprehend the highest Blisse Lo I haue learn'd in th'Academe of Loue A Maxime which they neuer vnderstood To loue and be belou'd this is the good Which for most sou'raigne all the world will proue That which delights vs most must be our treasure And to what greater ioy can one aspire Then to possesse all that he doth desire Whil'st two vnited soules do melt in pleasure This is the greatest good can be inuented That is so great it cannot be augmented Son 45. I Wonder not at Procris raging fits Who was afraid of thy entangling grace O there be many sorcerers in thy face Whose Magicke may enchaunt the rarest wits To Cephalus what would thy lookes haue bred When thou while as the world thy sight pursude As blushing of so many to be viewd A vale of roses ore thy beauties spred Then euer gazing on thine yuorie browes He wounded with thy Christall-pointed eyes Had rear'd a Trophee to the morning skies Not mindfull of his Hymenean vowes But I am glad it chanc'd not to be so Least I had partner bene of Procris wo. Son 46. LOue swore hy Styx whilst all the depths did tremble That he would be aueng'd of my proud hart Who to his Deitie durst base styles impart And would in that Latona's impe resemble Then straight denounc'd his rebell in a rage He labour'd by all meanes for to betray me And gaue full leaue to any for to slay me That he might by my wracke his wrath asswage A Nymph that long'd to finish Cupids toyles Chanc'd once to spie me come in beauties bounds And straight orethrew me with world of wounds Then vnto Paphos did transport my spoiles Thus thus I see that all must fall in end That with a greater then themselues contend Song 7. A Longst the borders of a pleasant plaine The sad Alexis did his garments teare And though alone yet fearing to be plaine Did maime his words with many a sigh and teare For whilst he lean'd him downe vpon a greene His wounds againe began for to grow greene At last in show as one whose hopes were light From fainting breath he forc'd those words to part O deare Aurora dearer then the light Of all the worlds delights mine onely part How long shall I in barren fields thus eare Whil'st to my sad laments thou lend'st no eare O what a rage doth boyle in euery vaine Which shewes the world my better part 's not sound And yet thou let'st me spend those plaints in vaine T' amaze the world with many a mournfull sound And whilst that I to griefe enlarge the raines A shoure of sorrow ore my visage raines Ah what haue I whereon my hopes to found That hop'd t' haue had repose within thine arme Yet haue not any signe of fauour found Thy marble mind such frozen fancies arme For when in humble sort for grace I pray Thou triumph'st ore me as thy beauties pray I that transported once was neare gone wood Now with long trauels growing faint and leane While as I wander through the defart wood My wearied bodie on each tree must leane And whil'st my heart is with strange Harpies rent I pay to sorrow the accustom'd rent And whil'st I wander like the wounded Deere That seekes for Dictamne to recure his scarre And come to thee whom I hold onely deere Thou dost fierce Faire at my disaster scarre And mak'st me from all kind of comfort barr'd Liue in the deserts like a raging Bard. Ah be there now no meanes t' vndo the band That thou hast fram'd of those thy golden lockes I le range my fancies in a desperate band And burst asunder all thy beauties lockes Then to thy brest those firie troupes will lead There from about thy heart to melt the lead But ah I boast in vaine this cannot be Although my selfe to many shapes I turne I onely labour like the restlesse Bee That toyles in vaine to serue anothers turne My hopes which once wing'd with thy fauours rose Are falling now as doth the blasted rose That those my torments cannot long time last In my declining eyes the world may reade Lo wounded with thy pride I fall at last As doth before the winds a beaten reed And this my death with shame thy cheekes may die Since sacrific'd to thy disdaine I die Son 47. WHen whiles I heare some gallants to giue forth That those whom they adore are onely faire With whom they thinke none other can compare The beautie of beautie and the height of worth Then Iealousie doth all my ioyes controule For ô I thinke who can accomplish'd be There is no Sunne but one saue onely she Whom I haue made the idole of my soule And this suspition wounds my better parts I rage to haue a riuall in my light And yet would rage farre more if any might Giue her their eyes and yet hold backe their hearts Too great affection doth those passions moue I may not trust my shadow with my loue Son 48. WHen as I come to thy respected sight Thy lookes are all so chast thy words so graue That my affections do the foile receaue And like to darknes yeeld vnto the light Still vertue holds the ballance of thy wit In which great reason ponders euery thought And thou deare Ladie neuer staind in ought Thus ore thy selfe dost as an Empresse sit O what is beautie if not free from blame It haue the soule as white as is the skinne The froth of vanitie
haue attain'd to that degree That they are past expressing and can be Onely imagin'd by a man that 's lost The teares that would burst out yet are restrain'd Th' imprison'd plaints that perish without fame Sighs form'd and smoother'd ere they get a name Those to be pitied are ô griefe vnfain'd Whilst sighes the voice the voice the sighs confounds Then teares marre both and all are out of bounds Son 72. O My Desire if thou tookst time to marke When I against my will thy sight forsooke How that mine eyes with many an earnest looke Did in thy beauties depth themselues embarke And when our lippes did seale the last farewell How loth were mine from those delights to part For what was purpos'd by the panting heart My toung cleau'd to the throat and could not tell Then when to sorrow I the raines enlarg'd Whil'st being spoil'd of comfort and of might As forc'd for to forgo thy beauties light Of burning sighs a volley I discharg'd No doubt then when thou spid'st what I did proue Thou saidst within thy selfe This man doth loue Madr. 2. BEheld'st thou me looke backe at our goodnight O no good night Dismall obscure and blacke Mine eyes then in their language spake And would haue thus complain'd Thou leau'st the hart makes vs depart Curst is our part And hard to be sustain'd O happie heart that was retain'd Alas to leaue vs too there is no Art It in her bosome now should nightly sleepe And we exil'd still for her absence weepe Son 73. WHen whiles thy daintie hand doth crosse my light It seemes an yuorie table for Loues storie On which th'impearled pillars beauties glorie Are rear'd betwixt the Sunne and my weake sight Though this would great humanitie appeare Which for a litle while my flame allayes And saues me vnconsum'd with beauties rayes I rather die then buy my life so deare Oft haue I wish'd whil'st in this state I was That th'Alablaster bulwarke might transpare And that the pillars rarer then they are Might whiles permit some hapning rayes to passe But if Eclips'd thy beauties Sunne must stand Then be it with the moone of thine owne hand Son 74. LO in my Faire each of the Planets raignes She is as Saturne euer graue and wise And as Ioues thunderbolts her thundring eyes Do plague the pride of men with endlesse paines Her voyce is as Apollo's and her head Is euer garnish'd with his golden beames And ô her heart which neuer fancie tames More fierce then Mars makes thousands to lie dead From Mercurie her eloquence proceeds Of Venus she the sweetnesse doth retaine Her face still full doth Phoebe's lightnesse staine Whom likewise she in Chastitie exceeds No wonder then though this in me doth moue To such a diuine soule a diuine loue Son 75. MY faithfull thoughts no dutie do omit But being fraughted with most zealous cares Are euer busied for my loues affaires And in my brest as Senators do sit To my hearts famine yeelding pleasant food They sugred fancies in my bosome breed And would haue all so well for to succeed That through excessiue care they nought conclude But ah I feare that their affections trie In end like th'Apes that whil'st he seekes to proue The powrefull motions of a parents loue Doth oft embrace his young ones till they die So to my heart my thoughts do cleaue so fast That ô I feare they make it burst at last Son 76. WHat fortune strange what strange misfortune erst Did tosse me with a thousand things in vaine Whiles sad despaires confounded did remaine Whiles all my hopes were to the winds disperst Erected whiles and whiles againe renuerst Whiles nurc'd with smiles whiles murther'd with disdaine Whiles borne aloft whiles laid as low againe And with what state haue I not once bene verst But yet my constant mind which vertue binds From the first course no new occurrence drawes Still like a rocke by sea against the waues Or like a hill by land against the winds So all the world that viewes that which I find May damne my destinie but not my mind Son 77. I Long to see this Pilgrimage expire That makes the eyes for to enuie the mind Whose sight with absence cannot be confin'd But warmes it selfe still at thy beauties fire Loue in my bosome did thy image sinke So deepely once it cannot be worne out Yet once the eyes may haue their course about And see farre more then now the mind can thinke I le once retire in time before I die There where thou first my libertie didst spoile For otherwise dead in a forraine soile Still with my selfe entomb'd my faith shall lie No no I le rather die once in thy sight Then in this state die ten times in one night Son 78. I Chanc'd my deare to come vpon a day Whil'st thou wast but arising from thy bed And the warme snowes with comely garments cled More rich then glorious and more fine then gay Then blushing to be seene in such a case O how thy curled lockes mine eyes did please And well become those waues thy beauties seas Which by thy haires were fram'd vpon thy face Such was Diana once when being spide By rash Acteon she was much commou'd Yet more discreet then th' angrie goddesse prou'd Thou knew'st I came through error not of pride And thought the wounds I got by thy sweet sight Were too great scourges for a fault so light Madr. 3. I Saw my Loue like Cupids mother Her tresses sporting with her face Which being proud of such a grace Whiles kist th' one cheeke and whiles the other Her eyes glad such a meanes t' embrace Whereby they might haue me betraid Themselues they in ambushment laid Behind the treasures of her haire And wounded me so deadly there That doubtlesse I had dead remain'd Were not the treason she disdain'd And with her lippes sweet balme my health procur'd I would be wounded oft to be so cur'd Madr. 4. ONce for her face I saw my Faire Did of her haires a shadow make Or rather wandring hearts to take She stented had those nets of gold Sure by this meanes all men t' ensnare She toss'd the streamers with her breath And seem'd to boast a world with death But when I did the sleight behold I to the shadow did repaire To flie the burning of thine eyes O happie he by such a sleight that dies Son 79. THe most refreshing waters come from rockes Some bitter rootes oft send foorth daintie flowres The growing greenes are cherished with showres And pleasant stemmes spring from deformed stockes The hardest hils do feed the fairest flockes All greatest sweetes were sugred first with sowres The headlesse course of vncontrolled houres To all difficulties a way vnlockes I hope to haue a heauen within thine armes And quiet calmes when all these stormes are past Which coming vnexpected at the last May burie in Obliuion by-gone harmes To suffer first to sorrow sigh and smart Endeeres the conquest of a cruell
AVRORA Containing the first fancies of the Authors youth VVilliam Alexander of Menstrie ANCHORA SPEI LONDON Printed by RICHARD FIELD for Edward Blount 1604. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND VERTVOVS Lady the Lady Agnes Dowglas Countesse of Argyle MADAME when I remember the manie obligations which I owe to your manifold merits I oftentimes accuse my selfe to my self of forgetfulnes and yet I am to be excused for how can I satisfie so infinit a debt since whilst I go to disengage my self in some measure by giuing you the patronage of these vnpolished lines which indeed to their manie errors had need of a respected Sanctuary I but engage my self further while as you take the patronage of so vnpolished lines Yet this shall not discourage me for alwayes I carie this aduantage that as they were the fruits of beautie so shal they be sacrificed as oblations to beautie And to a beautie though of it selfe most happie yet more happie in this that it is thought worthie and can be no more then worthy to be the outward couer of so many inward perfections So assuring my selfe that as no darknesse can abide before the Sunne so no deformitie can be found in those papers ouer which your eyes haue once shined I rest Your Honors most humbly deuoted William Alexander AVRORA Sonet 1. WHil'st charming fancies moue me to reueale The idle rauings of my brain-sicke youth My heart doth pant within to heare my mouth Vnfold the follies which it would conceale Yet bitter Critickes may mistake my mind Not beautie no but vertue raisd my fires Whose sacred flame did cherish chast desires And through my cloudie fortune clearely shin'd But had not others otherwise aduisd My cabinet should yet these scroles containe This childish birth of a conceitie braine Which I had still as trifling toyes despisd Pardon those errours of mine vnripe age My tender Muse by time may grow more sage Sonet 2. AS yet three lusters were not quite expir'd Since I had bene a partner of the light When I beheld a face a face more bright Then glistring Phoebus when the fields are fir'd Long time amaz'd rare beautie I admir'd The beames reflecting on my captiu'd sight Till that surpriz'd I wot not by what flight More then I could conceiue my soule desir'd My takers state I long'd for to comprise For still I doubted who had made the rape If t' was a bodie or an airie shape With fain'd perfections for to mocke the eyes At last I knew t' was a most diuine creature The Crowne of th' Earth th'excellencie of Nature Son 3. THat subtill Greeke who for t' aduance his art Shap'd Beauties Goddesse with so sweet a grace And with a learned pensill limn'd her face Till all the world admir'd the workmans part Of such whom Fame did most accomplish'd call The naked snowes he seuerally perceiued Then drew th' Idaea which his soule conceiued Of that which was most exquisite in all But had thy forme his fancie first possest If worldly knowledge could so high attaine Thou mightst haue spar'd the curious Painters paine And satisfide him more then all the rest O if he had all thy perfections noted The Painter with his Picture straight had doted Song 1. O Would to God a way were found That by some secret sympathie vnknowne My Faire my fancies depth might sound And know my state as clearely as her owne Then blest most blest were I No doubt beneath the skie I were the happiest wight For if my state they knew It ruthlesse rockes would rue And mend me if they might But as the babe before the wand Whose faultlesse part his parents will not trust For very feare doth trembling stand And quakes to speake although his cause be iust So set before her face Though bent to pleade for grace I wot not how I faile Yet minding to say much That string I neuer touch But stand dismaid and pale The deepest riuers make least din The silent soule doth most abound in care Then might my brest be read within A thousand volumes would be written there Might silence shew my mind Sighes tell how I were pin'd Or lookes my woes relate Then any pregnant wit That well remarked it Would soone discerne my state No fauour yet my Faire affoords But looking haughtie though with humble eyes Doth quite confound my staggering words And as not spying that thing which she spies A mirror makes of me Where she her selfe may see And what she brings to passe I trembling too for feare Moue neither eye nor eare As if I were her glasse Whilst in this manner I remaine Like to the statue of some one that 's dead Strange tyrants in my bosome raigne A field of fancies fights within my head Yet if the tongue were true We boldly might pursue That Diamantine hart But when that it 's restraind As doom'd to be disdaind My sighes shew how I smart No wonder then although I wracke By them betrayd in whom I did confide Since tongue heart eyes and all gaue backe She iustly may my childishnesse deride Yet that which I conceale May serue for to reueale My feruencie in loue My passions were too great For words t' expresse my state As to my paines I proue Oft those that do deserue disdaine For forging fancies get the best reward Where I who feele what they do faine For too much loue am had in no regard Behold by proofe we see The gallant liuing free His fancies doth extend Where he that is orecome Rain'd with respects stands dumbe Still fearing to offend My bashfulnesse when she beholds Or rather my affection out of bounds Although my face my state vnfolds And in my hew discouers hidden wounds Yet ieasting at my wo She doubts if it be so As she could not conceiue it This grieues me most of all She triumphs in my fall Not seeming to perceiue it Then since in vaine I plaints impart To scornfull eares in a contemned scroule And since my toung betrayes my hart And cannot tell the anguish of my soule Hencefoorth I le hide my losses And not recompt the crosses That do my ioyes orethrow At least to senslesse things Mounts vales woods flouds and springs I shall them onely show Ah vnaffected lines True models of my heart The world may see that in you shines The power of passion more then art Son 4. ONce to debate my cause whilst I drew neere My staggering toung against me did conspire And whilst it should haue charg'd it did retire A certaine signe of loue that was sincere I saw her heauenly vertues shine so cleere That I was forc'd for to conceale my fire And with respects euen bridling my desire More then my life I held her honour deere And though I burn'd with all the flames of loue Yet frozen with a reuerent kind of feares I durst not poure my passions in her eares Lest so I might the hope I had remoue Thus Loue mar'd loue Desire desire restrain'd Of mind to
once stampt retaines that name of thine But ah thy more then marble mind it did not so with mine So that which thral'd me first shall set me free againe Those flames to which thy loue gaue life shall die with thy disdaine But ah where am I now how is my iudgment lost I speak as it were in my power like one that 's free to bost Haue I not sold my selfe to be thy beauties slaue And when thou tak'st all hope from me thou tak'st but what thou gaue That former loue of thine did so possess my mind That for to harbor other thoughts no roome remains behind And th' only means by which I mind t' auenge this wrong It is by making of thy praise the burden of my song Then why shouldst thou such spite for my goodwill returne Was euer god as yet so mad to make his temple burne My brest the temple was whence incense thou receiu'd And yet thou set'st the same a fire which others would haue sau'd But why should I accuse Aurora in this wise She is as faultlesse as shee 's faire as innocent as wise It 's but through my mis-lucke if any fault there be For she who was of nature mild was cruell made by me And since my fortune is in wo to be bewrapt I le honour her as oft before and hate mine owne mishap Her rigorous course shall serue loyall part to proue And as a touch-stone for to trie the vertue of my loue Which when her beautie fades shall be as cleare as now My constancie it shall be known whē wrinkled is her brow So that such two againe shall in no age be found She for her face I for my faith both worthy to be crownd Madrig 1. WHen in her face mine eyes I fixe A fearefull boldnesse takes my mind Sweet hony loue with gall doth mixe And is vnkindly kind It seemes to breed And is indeed A speciall pleasure to be pin'd No danger then I dread For though I went a thousand times to Stix I know she can reuiue me with her eye As many lookes as many liues to me And yet had I a thousand harts As many lookes as many darts Might make them all to die Sestin 1. HArd is my fortune stormie is my state And as inconstant as the wauing sea Whose course doth still depend vpon the winds For lo my life in danger euery houre And though euen at the point for to be lost Can find no comfort but a flying show And yet I take such pleasure in this show That still I stand contented with my state Although that others thinke me to be lost And whilst I swim amidst a dangerous sea Twixt feare and hope and looking for the houre When my last breath should glide amongst the winds Lo to the sea-man beaten with the winds Sometimes the heau'ns a smiling face will show So that to rest himselfe he finds some houre But nought ay me can euer calme my state Who with my teares as I would make a sea Am flying Silla in Charibdis lost The Pilote that was likely to be lost When he hath scap'd the furour of the winds Doth straight forget the dangers of the sea But I vnhappie I can neuer show No kind of token of a quiet state And am tormented still from houre to houre O shall I neuer see that happie houre When I whose hopes once vtterly were lost May find a meanes to re-erect my state And leaue for to breath foorth such dolorous winds Whilst I my selfe in constancie do show A rocke against the waues amidst the sea As many waters make in end a sea As many minutes make in end an houre And still what went before th' effect doth show So all the labours that I long haue lost As one that was but wrestling with the winds May once in end concurre to blesse my state And once my storme-stead state sau'd from the sea In spite of aduerse winds may in one houre Pay all my labors lost at least in show Song 2. WHil'st I by wailing sought T' haue in some sort asswag'd my griefe I found that rage gaue no reliefe And carefulnesse did but increase my feares Then now I le mourne for nought But in my secret thought Will thesaurize all my mischiefe For long experienc'd wo well witnesse beares That teares cannot quench sighes nor sighs drie teares To calme a stormie brow The world doth know how I did smart Yet could not moue that marble hart Which was too much to crueltie inclin'd But to her rigour now I lift my hands and bow And in her grace will claime no part I take great paines of purpose to be pin'd And onely mourne to satisfie my mind How I my dayes haue spent The heau'ns aboue no doubt they know The world hath likewise seene below Whil'st with my sighes I poyson'd al the ayre Those streames which I augment Those woods where I lament I thinke my state could clearely show By those the same rests registred as rare That such like monstrous things vs'd to declare The trees where I did bide Seem'd for to chide my froward fate Then whisling wail'd my wretched state And bowing whiles to heare my wofull song They spred their branches wide Of purpose me to hide Then of their leaues did make my seate And if they reason had as they are strong No doubt but they would ioyne t' auenge my wrong The beasts in euery glen Which first to kill me had ordain'd Were by my priuiledge restrain'd Who indenized was within those bounds I harbor'd in a den I fled the sight of men No signe of reason I retain'd The beasts they flie not when the hunter sounds As I at mine owne thoughts when Cupid hounds This moues me my distresse And sorrowes sometime to conceale Lest that the torments which I feele Might likewise my concitizens annoy And partly I confesse Because the meanes grow lesse By which I should such harmes reueale Which I protest doth but preiudge my ioy That still do striue my selfe for to destroy All comfort I despight And willingly with wo comport My passions do appeare a sport I take a speciall pleasure to complaine All things that moue delight I with disdaine acquite Small ease seemes much long trauels short A world of pleasure is not worth my paine I will not change my losse with others gaine Here rob'd of all repose Not interrupted by repaire My fancies freely I declare And counting all my crosses one by one I daily do disclose To woods and vales my woes And as I saw Aurora there I thinke to her that I my state bemone When in effect it is but to a stone This my most monstrous ill Compassion moues in euery thing When as I shout the forrests ring When I begin to grone the beasts they bray The trees they teares distill The riuers all stand still The birds my Tragedie they sing The wofull Eccho waites vpon my way Prompt to resound my accents when I stay When wearied
I remaine That sighs teares voice and all do faile Discolour'd bloudlesse and growne pale Vpon the earth my bodie I distend And then orecome with paine I agonize againe And passions do so farre preuaile That though I want the meanes my woes to spend A mournfull meaning neuer hath an end My child in deserts borne For griefe-tun'd eares thy accents frame And tell to those thy plaints that scorne Thou plead'st for pitie not for fame Son 10. I Sweare Aurora by thy starrie eyes And by those golden lockes whose locke none slips And by the Corall of thy rosie lippes And by the naked snowes which beautie dies I sweare by all the iewels of thy mind Whose like yet neuer worldly treasure bought Thy solide iudgement and thy generous thought Which in this darkened age haue clearely shin'd I sweare by those and by my spotlesse loue And by my secret yet most feruent fires That I haue neuer nurc'd but chast desires And such as modestie might well approue Then since I loue those vertuous parts in thee Shouldst thou not loue this vertuous mind in me Son 11. AH that it was my fortune to be borne Now in the time of this degener'd age When some in whom impietie doth rage Do all the rest discredit whilst they scorne And this is growne to such a custome now That those are thought to haue the brauest spirits Who can faine fancies and imagine merits As who but for their lusts of loue allow And yet in this I had good hap I find That chanc'd to chaine my thoughts to such an one Whose iudgement is so cleare that she anone Can by the outward gestures iudge the mind Yet wit and fortune rarely waite on one She knowes the best yet can make choice of none Son 12. SWeet blushing goddesse of the golden morning Faire patronesse of all the worlds affaires Thou art become so carelesse of my cares That I must name thee goddesse of my mourning Lo how the Sunne part of thy burthen beares And whilest thou doest in pearly drops regrate As t' were to pitie thy distressed state Exhales the Christall of thy glistring teares But I poure forth my vowes before thy shrine And whilst thou dost my louing zeale despise Do drowne my heart in th' ocean of mine eyes Yet daign'st thou not to drie these teares of mine Vnlesse it be with th' Aetna of desires Which euen amidst those floods doth foster fires Son 13. LO how that Time doth still disturbe my peace And hath his course to my confusion bent For when th' Occasion kindly giues consent That I should feed vpon Auroraes face Then mounted on the chariot of the Sunne That tyrant Time doth post so fast away That whilst I but aduise what I should say I 'm forc'd to end ere I haue well begun And then againe it doth so slowly flie Whilst I leaue her whom I hold onely deare Each minute makes an houre each houre a yeare Yeares lusters seeme one luster ten to me Thus changing course to change my state I know In presence time proues swift in absence slow Son 14. WHen first I view'd that ey-enchanting face Which for the world chiefe treasure was esteem'd I iudging simply all things as they seem'd Thought humble lookes had promist pitie place Yet were they but ambushments to deceiue My ouer-rash heart that fear'd no secret fires Thy bashfulnesse emboldned my desires Which seem'd to offer what I was to craue Can crueltie then borrow beauties shape And pride so decke it selfe with modest lookes Too pleasant baites to hide such poison'd hookes Whose vnsuspected slight none can escape VVho can escape this more then diuellish art VVhen golden haires disguise a brazen heart Son 15. STay blubring pen to spot one that 's so pure She is my loue although she be vnkind I must admire that diamantine mind And praise those eyes that do my death procure Nor will I willingly those thoughts endure That are to such apostasie inclin'd Shall she euen she in whom all vertue shin'd Be wrong'd by me shall I her worth iniure No rather let me die and die disdain'd Long ere I thinke much lesse I speake the thing That may disgrace vnto her beautie bring VVho ore my fancies hath so sweetly raign'd If any pitying me will damne her part I 'le make th' amends and for her error smart Son 16. LOue so engag'd my fancies to that faire That whilst I liue I shall aduance her name And imping stately fethers in her fame May make it glide more glorious through the aire So she in beauties right shall haue her share And I who striue her praises to proclaime Encourag'd with so excellent a theame May rest inrold amongst those that were rare O if my wit were equall with her worth Th' Antipodes all rauish'd by report From regions most remou'd should here resort To gaze vpon the face which I set forth Or were my wit but equall with my will I with her praise both Titans bowâ—â—s should fill Son 17. I Saw sixe gallant Nymphes I saw but one One stain'd them all one did them onely grace And with the shining of her beauteous face Gaue to the world new light when it had none Then when the god that guides the light was gone And ore the hils directed had his race A brighter farre then he supplide his place And lightned our horizon here anone The rest pale Moones were bettered by this Sunne They borrowed beames from her star-staining eyes Still when she sets her lights their shining dies And at their opening is againe begun Phoebus all day I would be bard thy light For to be shin'd on by this Sunne at night Son 18. PRaise-worthy part where praises praise is plac'd As th' Oracle of th' Earth beleeu'd below I le to the world thy beauties wonders show O vnstain'd Rose with Lillies interlac'd But what a labour hath my Muse imbrac'd Shall I commend the corall or the snow Which such a sweet embalmed breath did blow That th' orientall odours are disgrac'd Mouth moistned with celestiall Nectar still Whose musicke oft my famish'd eares hath fed With softned sounds in sugred speeches spred Whilst pearles and rubies did vnfold thy will I wish that thy last kisse might stop my breath Then I would thinke I died a happie death Son 19. LEt some bewitch'd with a deceitfull show Loue earthly things vnworthily esteem'd And losing that which cannot be redeem'd Pay backe with paine according as they ow But I disdaine to cast mine eyes so low That for my thoughts ouer base a subiect seem'd Which still the vulgar course too beaten deem'd And loftier things delighted for to know Though presently this plague me but with paine And vexe the world with wondering at my woes Yet hauing gain'd that long desir'd repose My mirth may more miraculous remaine That for the which long languishing I pine It is a show but yet a show diuine Song 3. WHen as my fancies first began to flie Which youth had but
my bloud and saith I wrong her farre Thus ruthlesse tyrants that are bent to kill Of all occasions procreate a cause How can she hate me now this makes me pause When yet I cannot but commend her still For this her fault comes of a modest mind Where fond ambition made the goddesse blind Sonet 24. A Countrie Swaine while as he lay at rest Neare dead for cold a serpent did perceiue And through preposterous pitie straight would saue That vipers life whose death had bene his best For being by his bosomes heate reuiu'd O vile ingratitude a monstrous thing Not thinking how he strengthned had her sting She kild the courteous Clowne by whom she liu'd I in this maner harbour'd in my hart A speechlesse picture destitute of force And lo attracted with a vaine remorce I gaue it life and fostred it with art But like that poisnous viper being strong She burn'd the brest where she had lodg'd so long Son 25. CLeare mouing cristall pure as the Sunne beames Which had the honor for to be the glasse Of the most daintie beautie euer was And with her shadow did inrich thy streames Thy treasures now cannot be bought for monie Whilst she dranke thee thou drank'st thy fill of loue And of those roses didst the sweetnes proue From which the Bees of loue do gather honie Th'ambrosian liquor that he fils aboue Whom th' Eagle rauish'd from th' inferior round It is not like this Nectar though renown'd Which thou didst tast whilst she her lips did moue But yet beware lest burning with desires That all thy waters cannot quench thy fires Son 26. I Le giue thee leaue my loue in beauties field To reare red colours whiles and bend thine eyes Those that are bashfull still I quite despise Such simple soules are too soone mou'd to yeeld Let maiestie arm'd in thy count'nance sit As that which will no iniurie receiue And I le not hate thee whiles although thou haue A sparke of pride so it be rul'd by wit This is to chastitie a powerfull guard VVhilst haughtie thoughts all seruile things eschue That sparke hath power the passions to subdue And would of glorie chalenge a reward But do not fall in loue with thine owne selfe Narcissus earst was lost on such a shelfe Son 27. THe thoughts of those I cannot but disproue VVho basely lost their thraldome must bemone I scorne to yeeld my selfe to such a one VVhose birth and virtue is not worth my loue No since it is my fortune to be thrall I must be fettred with a golden band And if I die I le die by Hectors hand So may the victors fame excuse my fall And if by any meanes I must be blind Then it shall be by gazing on the Sunne Oft by those meanes the greatest haue bene wonne Who must like best of such a generous mind At least by this I haue allow'd of fame Much honour if I winne if lose no shame Son 28. THen whilst that Lathmos did containe her blisse Chast Phoebe left her Church so much admir'd And when her brother from that bounds retir'd Would of the sleepie shepheard steale a kisse But to no greater grace I craue to clime Then of my goddesse whiles whilst she reposes That I might kisse the stil-selfekissing roses And steale of her that which was stolne of him And though I know that this would onely proue A maim'd delight whereof th' one halfe would want Yet whil'st the light did Morpheus power supplant If that my theft did her displeasure moue I render would all that I rob'd againe And for each kisse I take would giue her twaine Son 29. I Enuie not Endimion now no more Nor all the happinesse his sleepe did yeeld While as Diana straying through the field Suck'd from his sleep-seal'd lippes balme for her sore Whil'st I embrac'd the shadow of my death I dreaming did farre greater pleasure proue And quaff'd with Cupid sugred draughts of loue Then Ioue-like feeding on a Nectar'd breath Now iudge which of vs two might be most prowd He got a kisse yet not enioy'd it right And I got none yet tasted that delight Which Venus on Adonis once bestow'd He onely got the bodie of a kisse And I the soule of it which he did misse Son 30. ASpiring Sprite flie low yet flie despaire Thy haughtie thoughts the heau'nly powers despise Thus ballanc'd lo betwixt the earth and th' aire I wot not whether for to fall or rise Through desperate dangers whiles I scale the skies As if that nought my courage could restraine When lo anon downe in the Center lies That restlesse mind which th'heau'ns did once containe I toyle for that which I cannot attaine Yet fortune nought but ficklenesse affoords Where I haue bene I hope to be againe She once must change her common course records Although my hap be hard my heart is hie And it must mount or else my bodie die Elegie 2. LEt not the world beleeue th' accusing of my fate Tends to allure it to condole with me my tragick state Nor that I haue sent foorth these stormie teares of rage So by disburd'ning of my brest my sorrowes to asswage No no that serues for nought I craue no such reliefe Nor will I yeeld that any should be partners of my griefe My fantasie to feed I only spend those teares My plaints please me no musicke sounds so sweetly in my eares I wish that from my birth I had acquainted bene Still with mishaps and neuer had but woes and horrors seene Then ignorant of Ioyes lamenting as I do As thinking all men did the like I might content me too But ah my fate was worse for it as in a glasse Shâ—w'd me through litle blinkes of blisse the stare wherin I was Which vnperfected ioyes scarce constant for an houre Were like but to a watrie Sunne that shines before a shoure For if I euer thought or rather dream'd of Ioyes That litle lightning but foreshew'd a thunder of annoyes It was but like the fruit that Tantalus torments Which while he sees nought attains his hunger but augmeÌ„ts For so the shadow of that but imagin'd mirth Cal'd all the crosses to record I suffer'd since my birth Which are to be bewail'd but hard to be redrest Whose strange effects may well be felt but cannot be exprest Iudge what the feeling was when thinking on things past I tremble at the torment yet and stand a time agast Yet do I not repent but will with patience pine For though I mourne I murmure not like men that do repine I graunt I waile my lot yet I approue her will What my soules oracle thinkes good I neuer shall thinke ill If I had onely sought a salue to ease my paines Long since I had bewail'd my lot alongst th' Elysian plaines Yet mind I not in this selfe-louer-like to die As one that car'd not for her losse so I my selfe were free No may ten nights annoyes make her one night secure A day of
doth their wits dismay As those that raue do for a god approue Although he bring his greatnesse from aboue And rule the world according to his will Yet doth he euen from those all rest remoue That were deuoted to his deitie still Can that which is th' originall of ill From which doth flow an Ocean of mischiefe Whose poysnous waues doth many thousands kill Can that be loue no t' is the source of griefe And all those erre that hold this vaine conceit Then I erre too one in this same estate Sestin 2. WHile as the day deliuers vs his light I wander through the solitarie fields And when the euening hath obscur'd the earth And hath with silence lull'd the world asleepe Then rage I like a mad-man in my bed Which being fir'd with sighes I quench with teares But ere Aurora rise to spend her teares Still languishing againe to see the light As th' enemie of my rest I flie my bed And take me to the most deserted fields There is no soule saue I but gets some sleepe Though one would seeke through all the peopled earth Whiles th' Aetna of my fires affrights the earth And whiles it dreads I drowne it with my teares And it 's suspicious-like I neither sleepe When Phoebus giues nor gathers in his light So many piles of grasse not cloath the fields As I deuise designes within my bed Vnto the time I find a frostie bed Digged within the bowels of the earth Mine eyes salt flouds shall still oreflow the fields I looke not for an abstinence from teares Till first I be secluded from the light And end my torments with an endlesse sleepe For now when I am purposed to sleepe A thousand thoughts assaile me in my bed That oft I do despaire to see the light O would to God I were dissolu'd in earth Then would the sauage beasts bemone with teares Their neighbours death through all th' vnpeopled fields Whil'st rauish'd whiles I walke alongst the fields The lookers on lament I lose my sleepe But of the Crocadiles those be the teares So to perswade me for to go to sleepe As being sure when once I leaue the light To render me the greatest wretch on th' earth O happiest I in th' earth if in the fields I might still see the light and neuer sleepe Drinking salt teares and making stones my bed Son 35. WHen I behold that face for which I pin'd And did my selfe so long in vaine annoy My toung not able to vnfold my ioy A wondring silence onely shewes my mind But when againe thou dost extend thy rigour And wilt not daigne to grace me with thy sight Thou kil'st my comfort and so spoil'st my might That scarce my corps retaines the vitall vigour Thy presence thus a great contentment brings And is my soules inestimable treasure But ô I drowne in th' Ocean of displeasure When I in absence thinke vpon those things Thus would to God that I had seene thee neuer Or would to God that I might see thee euer Sonet 36. LOyr witnesse thou what was my spotlesse part Whil'st thou amaz'd to see thy Nymphes so faire As loth to part thence where they did repaire Still murm'ring did thy plaints t' each stone impart Then did mine eyes betake them to my hart As scorning to behold all those though rare And gaz'd vpon her beauties image there Whose eyes haue furnish'd Cupid many a dart And as deuoted only vnto her They did disdaine for to bestow their light For to be entertain'd with any sight Saue onely that which made them first to erre Then famous riuer through the Ocean glide And tell my loue how constant I abide Son 37. I Cannot comprehend how this doth come Thou whose affections neuer yet were warme Which cold disdaine with leaden thoughts doth arme Though in thy selfe still cold yet burn'st thou some Euen as the Sunne as th'Astrologian dreames In th'airie region where it selfe doth moue Is neuer hote yet darting from aboue Doth parch all things that repercusse his beames So thou that in thy selfe from fires art free Who eye 's indifferent still as Titans stayes Whilst I am th' obiect that reflect thy rayes That which thou neuer hadst thou workst in me Since but below thou shew'st that power of thine I would the Zodiacke be whence thou dost shine Son 38. MY teares might all the parched sands haue drench'd Though Phaeton had vndone the liquide frame I le furnish Vulcans fornace with a flame That like the Vestals fire was neuer quench'd And though th' infected aire turmoil'd remaine It by my sighes and cries may be refin'd And if the bodie answer to the mind If no earth were mine might make th' earth againe Though all the sauage flockes lay dead in heapes With which th' Arabian desarts are best stor'd My brest might many a fiercer beast affoord If like themselues all cloath'd with monstrous shapes And thus within my selfe I create so A world with all the Elements of wo. Son 39. MVst I attend an vnrelenting will Which neuer any signe of fauour shew Ah why should'st thou Aurora thus pursue An innocent that neuer did thee ill I did not with the Greeke conspire to kill Thy sonne for whom thou shed'st such flouds of dew But I as one that yet his destine rue For to condole with thee huge teares distill And like the louing birds that came each yeare Vpon his tombe to offer vp their bloud So shall I too powre foorth a skarlet floud And sacrifize a heart that holds thee deare That since my life to make thee loue lackes force At least my death may moue thee to remorce Son 40. THy cruelties fierce Faire may be excus'd For it was I that gaue thy beautie powre And taught thee when to smile and when to lowre Which thou hast since still to my ruine vs'd As he that others purpos'd was to pine And for his brasen bull a guerdon claim'd Was tortur'd first with that which he had fram'd And made th' experience of his curst engine So in this manner dost thou me torment Who told thee first the force of thy disdaines But ah I suffer many greater paines Then the Sicilian tyrants could inuent And yet this grieues me most that thou disgrac'd Art in the rancke with such like tyrants plac'd Son 41. IF that so many braue men leauing Greece Durst earst aduenter through the raging depth And all to get the spoiles of a poore sheepe That had bene famous for his golden fleece O then for that pure gold what should be sought Of which each haire is worth a thousand such No doubt for it one cannot do too much Why should not precious things be dearely bought And so they are for in the Colchik guise This treasure many a danger doth defend Of which when I haue brought some one to end Straight out of that a number doth arise Euen as the Dragons teeth bred men at armes Which ah t' orethrow I want Medeas charmes Son 42. OFt
trumpet sound the seas asleepe With thine owne armes the wind thy bosome wounds And whilst that it thy followers fall contriues Thy Trident to indanger dayly striues And desolate would render all thy bounds Then if thou think'st for to preserue thy state Let not such stormes disturb thy watrie seate Son 55. I Enuie Neptune oft not that his hands Did build that loftie Ilions stately towers Nor that he Emperour of the liquid pow'rs Doth brooke a place amongst the'immortall bands But that embracing her whom I loue best As Achilous with Alcides once Still wrestling with the riuall earth he grones For earnestnes t'ouerflow her happienest Thus would he barre me from her presence still For when I come a field he faun'd my sailes With mild Zephires faire yet prosprous gailes And like t' Vlysses gaue me wind at will But when I would returne O what deceit With tumbling waues thou barr'st the glassie gate Son 56. LO now reuiuing my disast'rous stile I prosecute the tenor of my fate And follow forth at dangers highest rate In forraine Realmes my fortune for a while I might haue learn'd this by my last exile That change of countries cannot change my state Where euer that my bodie seeke a seate I leaue my heart in Albions glorious yle And since then banisht from a louely sight I maried haue my mind to sad conceits Though to the furthest part that fame dilates I might on Pegasus addresse my flight Yet should I still whilst I might breath or moue Remaine the monster of mishap and loue Sonet 57. VVHilst th'Apenin seems cloth'd with snows to vaunt As if that their pure white all hues did staine I match them with thy matchlesse faire againe VVhose lillies haue a luster that they want But when some die train'd with a pleasant show In their plaine-seeming depths as many do Then I remember how Aurora too VVith louely rigor thousands doth orethrow Thus is it fatall by th' effects we know That beautie must do harme more then delight For lo the snow the whitest of the white Comes from the clouds t' engender yce below So she with whom for beautie none compares From clouds of cold disdaine raines downe despaires Sonet 58. FEare not my Faire that euer any chaunce So shake the resolutions of my mind That like Demophon changing with the wind I thy fames rent not labor to enhaunce The ring which thou in signe of fauour gaue Shall from fine gold transforme it selfe in glasse The Diamond which then so solid was Soft like the waxe each image shall receiue First shall each riuer turne vnto the spring The tallest Oke stand trembling like a reed Harts in the aire Whales on the mountaines feed And foule confusions seaze on euery thing Before that I begin to change in ought Or on another but bestow one thought Son 59. WHilst euery youth to entertaine his loue Did straine his wits as farre as they might reach And arming passions with a pow'rfull speach Vsde each patheticke phrase that seru'd to moue Then to some corner still retir'd alone I whom melancholly from mirth did leade As hauing view'd Medusaes snakie head Seem'd metamorphos'd in a marble stone And as that wretched mirrour of mischiefe Whom earst Apollo spoil'd doth still shed teares And in a stone the badge of sorrow beares While as a humid vapor shewes her griefe So whilst transform'd as in a stone I stay A firie smoke doth blow my griefe away Son 60. THe heauens beheld that all men did despise That which the owner from the graue acquites That sleepe the belly and some base delights Had banish'd vertue from beneath the skies Which to the world againe for to restore The gods did one of theirs to th' earth transferre And with as many blessings following her As earst Pandora kept of plagues in store She since she came within this wretched vale Doth in each mind a loue of glorie breed Bettering the better parts that haue most need And shewes how worldlings to the clouds may scale She cleares the world but ah hath darkned me Made blind by her my selfe I cannot see Son 61. HOw long shall I bestow my time in vaine And sound the praises of that spitefull boy Who whilst that I for him my paines imploy Doth guerdon me with bondage and disdaine O but for this I must his glorie raise Since one that 's worthie triumphs of my fall Where great men oft of such haue bene made thrall Whose birth was base whose beautie without praise And yet in this his hatred doth appeare For otherwise I might my losse repaire But being as she is exceeding faire I 'm forc'd to hold one that 's vngratefull deare These euerchanging thoughts which nought can bind May well beare witnesse of a troubled mind Son 62. WHen as the Sunne doth drinke vp all the streames And with a feruent heate the flowres doth kill The shadow of a wood or of a hill Doth serue vs for a targe against his beames But ah those eyes that burne me with desire And seeke to parch the substance of my soule The ardour of their rayes for to controule I wot not where my selfe for to retire Twixt them and me to haue procur'd some ease I interpos'd the seas woods hils and riuers And yet am of those neuer emptied quiuers The obiect still and burne be where I please But of the cause I need not for to doubt Within my brest I beare the fire about Son 63. OFt haue I heard which now I must deny That nought can last if that it be extreame Times dayly change and we likewise in them Things out of sight do straight forgotten die There is nothing more vehement then loue And yet I burne and burne still with one flame Times oft haue chang'd yet I remaine the same Nought from my mind her image can remoue The greatnesse of my loue aspires to ruth Time vowes to crowne my constancie in th' end And absence doth my fancies but extend Thus I perceiue the Poet spake the truth That who to see strange countries were inclin'd Might change the aire but neuer change the mind Son 64. I Wot not what strange things I haue design'd But all my gestures do presage no good My lookes are gastly-like thoughts are my food A silent pausing shewes my troubled mind Huge hosts of thoughts are mustring in my brest Whose strongest are conducted by despaire Which haue inuolu'd my hopes in such a snare That I by death would seeke an endles rest What Furie in my brest strange cares enroules And in the same would reare sterne Plutoes seate Go get you hence to the Tartarian gate And breed such terrors in the damned soules Too many grieuous plagues my state extorse Though apprehended horrors bost not worse Song 7. O Memorable day that chanc'd to see A world of louing wonders strangely wrought Deepe in my brest engrau'd by many a thought Thou shalt be celebrated still by me And if that Phoebus so benigne will be
That happie happie place Whereas that diuine face Did distribute such grace By pilgrims once as sacred shall be sought When she whom I a long time haue affected Amongst the flowres went forth to take the aire They being proud of such a guests repaire Though by her garments diuers times deiected To gaze on her againe themselues erected Then softly seem'd to say O happie we this day Our worthlesse dew it may Washing her feete with Nectar now compare The Roses did the rosie hue enuy Of those sweet lips that did the Bees deceaue That colour oft the Lillies wish'd to haue Which did the Alablaster piller die On which all beauties glorie did rely Her breath so sweetly smell'd The Violets as excell'd To looke downe were compell'd And so confest what foile they did receaue I heard at lest loue made it so appeare The fethered flockes her praises did proclaime She whom the tyrant Tereus put to shame Did leaue sad plaints and learn'd to praise my deare To ioyne with her sweet breath the winds drew neare They were in loue no doubt For circling her about Their fancies bursted out Whilst all their sounds seem'd but to sound her name There I mine eyes with pleasant sighes did cloy Whose seuerall parts in vaine I striue t' vnfold My faire was fairer many a thousand fold Then Venus when she woo'd the bashfull boy This I remember both with griefe and ioy Each of her lookes a dart Might well haue kill'd a hart Mine from my brest did part And thence retir'd it to a sweeter hold Whilst in her bosome whiles she plac'd a flowre Straight of the same I enuy would the case And wish'd my hand a flowre t' haue found like grace Then when on her it rain'd some hapning howre I wish'd like Ioue t' haue falne downe in a showre But when the flowres she spred To make her selfe a bed And with her gowne them cled A thousand times I wish'd t' haue had their place Thus whilst that senslesse things that blisse attain'd Which vnto me good iustice would adiudge Behind a little bush O poore refuge Fed with her face I Lizard-like remain'd Then from her eyes so sweet a poison rain'd That gladly drinking death I was not mou'd to wrath Though like t' haue lost my breath Drown'd with the streames of that most sweet deluge And might that happinesse continue still Which did content me with so pleasant sights My soule then rauish'd with most rare delights With Ambrosie and Nectar I might fill VVhich ah I feare I surfeiting would kill VVho would leaue off to thinke To moue to breath or winke But neuer irke to drinke The sugred liquor that transports my sprites Son 65. MY face the colours whiles of death displayes And I who at my wretched state repine This mortall vaile would willingly resigne And end my dole together with my dayes But Cupid whom my danger must dismayes As loth to lose one that decores his shrine Straight in my brest doth make Aurora shine And by this stratageme my dying stayes Then in mine eares he sounds th'Angelike voice And to my sight presents the beauteous face And cals to mind that more then diuine grace VVhich made me first for to confirme my choice And I who all those slights haue oft perceiu'd Yet thus content my selfe to be deceiu'd Sonet 66. B. GO get thee heart from hence for thou hast prou'd The hatefull traitor that procur'd my fall H. May I not yet once satisfie for all VVhose loyaltie may make thee to be lou'd B. I le neuer trust one that hath once betraid me For once a traitor and then neuer true H. Yet would my wracke but make thee first to rue That could trust none if thou hadst once dismaid me B. How euer others make me for to smart I scorne to haue an enemie in my brest H. VVell if that thou spoile me I le spoile thy rest VVant I a bodie thou shalt want a heart Thus do th'vnhappie still augment their harmes And thou hast kild thy selfe with thine owne armes Son 67. A. VVHat art thou in such sort that wail'st thy fall And comes surcharg'd with an excessiue griefe H. A wofull wretch that comes to craue releefe And was his heart that now hath none at all A. Why dost thou thus to me vnfold thy state As if with thy mishaps I would imbroile me H. Because the loue I bare to you did spoile me And was the instrument of my hard fate A. And dare so base a wretch so high aspire As for to pleade for interest in my grace Go get thee hence or if thou do not cease I vow to burne thee with a greater fire H. Ah ah this great vnkindnes stops my breath Since those that I loue best procure my death Son 68. I Hope I feare resolu'd and yet I doubt I 'm cold as yce and yet I burne as fire I wot not what and yet I much desire And trembling too am desperatly stout Though melancholious wonders I deuise And compasse much yet nothing can embrace And walke ore all yet stand still in one place And bound on th' earth do soare aboue the skies I beg for life and yet I bray for death And haue a mightie courage yet dispaire I euer muse yet am without all care And shout aloud yet neuer straine my breath I change as oft as any wind can do Yet for all this am euer constant too Son 69. VVHat wonder though my count'nance be not bright And that I looke as one with clouds inclos'd A great part of th' earth is interpos'd Betwixt the Sunne and me that giues me light Ah since sequestred from that diuine face I find my selfe more sluggishly dispos'd Nor whilst on that cleare patterne I repos'd That put my inward darknesse to the flight No more then can the Sunne shine without beames Can she vncompas'd with her vertues liue Which to the world an euidence do giue Of that rare worth which many a mouth proclaimes And which sometime did purifie my mind That by the want thereof is now made blind Son 70. SOme gallant sprites whose waies none yet dare trace To shew the world the wonders of their wit Did as their tossed fancies thought most fit Forme rare Idaeas of a diuine face Yet neuer Art to that true worth attain'd Which Nature now growne prodigall imparts To one deare one whose sacred seuerall parts Are more admir'd then all that Poets fain'd Those bordring climes that boast of beauties shrine If once thy sight enrich'd their soiles my loue Then all with one consent behou'd t' approue That Calidon doth beauties best confine But ah the heau'n on this my ruine sounds The more her worth the deeper are my wounds Son 71. FOr eyes that are deliuer'd of their birth And hearts that can complaine none needs to care I pitie not their sighes that pierce the ayre To weepe at will were a degree of mirth But he ay me is to be pitied most Whose sorrowes
despited that didst make me pine Ah that thou should'st to wracke so many hearts Exceed in all excellencies but loue That maske of rigour from thy mind remoue And then thou art accomplish'd in all parts Then shall thy fame ore all vntainted flie Thou in my lines and I shall liue in thee Song 9. O Happie Tithon if thou know'st thy hap And value thy wealth but as I do my want Then need'st thou not which ah I grieue to grant Repine at Ioue lull'd in his lemmans lap That golden shower in which he did repose One dewie drop it staines VVhich thy Aurora raines Vpon the rurall plaines VVhen from thy bed she passionatly goes Then wakened with the musicke of the Mearles She not remembers Memnon when she mournes That faithfull flame which in her bosome burnes From christall conduits throwes those liquide pearles Sad from thy sight so soone to be remou'd She so her griefe delates O fauor'd by the fates Aboue the happiest states Who art of one so worthie well belou'd This is not she that onely shines by night No borrow'd beame doth beautifie thy Faire But this is she whose beauties more then rare Come crown'd with roses to restore the light When Phoebe pitch'd her pitchie pauilion out The world with weeping told How happie it would hold It selfe but to behold The azure pale that compas'd her about Whil'st like a palide half-imprison'd rose Whose naked white doth but to blush begin A litle scarlet deckes the yuorie skinne Which still doth glance transparent as she goes The beamie god comes burning with desire And when he finds her gone With many a grieuous grone Enrag'd remounts anone And threatneth all our Hemi-sphaere with fire Lift vp thine eyes and but behold thy blisse Th'heau'ns raine their riches on thee whil'st thou sleep'st Thinke what a matchlesse treasure that thou keep'st When thou hast all that any else can wish Those Sunnes which daily dazle thy dim eyes Might with one beame or so Which thou mightst well forgo Straight banish all my wo And make me all the world for to despise But Sun-parch'd people loath the precious stones And through abundance vilifie the gold All dis-esteeme the treasures that they hold And thinke not things possest as they thought once Who surfet oft on such excessiue ioyes Can neuer pleasure prize But building on the skies All present things despise And like their treasure lesse then others toyes I enuie not thy blisse so heau'n hath doom'd And yet I cannot but lament mine owne Whose hopes hard at the haruest were orethrowne And blisse halfe ripe with frosts of feare consum'd Faire blossomes which of fairer fruites did boast Were blasted in the flowers With eye-exacted showers Whose sweet-supposed sowers Of preconceited pleasures grieu'd me most And what a griefe is this as chance effects To see the rarest beauties worst bestow'd Ah why should halting Vulcan be made proud Of that great beautie which sterne Mars affects And why should Tithon thus whose day growes late Enioy the mornings loue Which though that I disproue Yet will I too approue Since that it is her will and my hard fate An Eccho AH will no soule giue eare vnto my mone one Who answers thus so kindly when I crie I What fostred thee that pities my despaire aire Thou blabbing guest what know'st thou of my fall all What did I when I first my Faire disclos'd los'd Where was my reason that it would not doubt out What canst thou tell me of my Ladies will ill VVherewith can she acquit my loyall part art VVhat hath she then with me to disaguise a guise VVhat haue I done since she gainst loue repin'd pin'd VVhat did I when I her to life prefer'd er'd VVhat did mine eyes whil'st she my heart restrain'd rain'd VVhat did she whil'st my muse her praise proclaim'd claimd And what and how this doth me most affright of right VVhat if I neuer sue to her againe gaine And what when all my passions are represt rest But what thing will best serue t' asswage desire ire And what will serue to mitigate my rage age I see the Sunne begins for to descend end Son 87. NO wonder thou endang'rest liues with lookes And dost bewitch the bosome by the eare VVhat hostes of hearts that no such sleight did feare Are now entangled by thy beauties hookes But if so many to the world approue Those princely vertues that enrich my mind And hold thee for the honour of thy kind Yea though disdain'd yet desperatly loue O what a world of haplesse louers liue That like a treasure entertaine their thought And seeme in show as if affecting nought And in their brest t' entombe their fancies striue Yet let not this with pride thy heart possesse The Sun being mounted high doth seeme the lesse Son 88. THose beauties Deare which all thy sexe enuies As grieu'd men should such sacred wonders view For pompe apparel'd in a purple hue Do whiles disdaine the pride of mortall eyes VVhich ah attempting farre aboue their might Do gaze vpon the glorie of those Sunnes Whilst many a ray that from their brightnesse runnes Doth dazle all that dare looke on their light Or was it this which ô I feare me most That cled with scarlet so thy purest parts Thy face it hauing wounded worlds of harts Would die her Lillies with the bloud they lost Thus ere thy cruelties were long conceal'd They by thy guiltie blush would be reueal'd Son 89. SMall comfort might my banish'd hopes recall When whiles my daintie faire I sighing see If I could thinke that one were shed for me It were a guerdon great enough for all Or would she let one teare of pittie fall That seem'd dismist from a remorcefnll eye I could content my selfe vngrieu'd to die And nothing might my constancie appall The onely sound of that sweet word of loue Prest twixt those lips that do my doome containe Were I imbark'd might me backe againe From death to life and make me breath and moue Strange crueltie that neuer can afford So much as once one sigh one teare one word Son 90. I Wot not what transported hath my mind That I in armes against a goddesse stand Yet though I sue t 'one of th' immortall band The like before was prosp'rously design'd To loue Anchises Venus thought no scorne And Thetis earst was with a mortall match'd Whom if th' aspiring Peleus had not catch'd The great Achilles neuer had bene borne Thus flatter I my selfe whilst nought confines My wandring fancies that strange wayes do trace He that embrac'd a cloud in Iunoes place May be a terror to the like designes But fame in end th'aduentrer euer crownes Whom either th' issue or th' attempt renownes Son 91. ANd must I lose in vaine so great a loue And build thy glorie on my ruin'd state And can a heauenly brest contract such hate And is the mildest sexe so hard to moue Haue all my offrings had no greater force The which so oft haue made