floure Loue giues me hope t' will flourish in an houre M. 12. Make not a Iewell of nice Chastity Muster and summon all thy wits in one My heart to thee sweares perfect constancy Motions of zeale are to be thought vpon Marke how thy time is ouerspent and gone Mis-led by folly and a kind of feare Marke not thy beauty so my dearest deare N. 13. Note but the fresh bloom'd Rose within her pride No Rose to be compared vnto thee Nothing so soone vnto the ground will slide Not being gathered in her chiefest beauty Neglecting time it dies with infamy Neuer be coy lest whil'st thy leaues are spred None gather thee and then thy grace is dead O. 14. O looke vpon me and within my brow Officious motions of my hart appeares Opening the booke of Loue wherein I vow Ouer thy shrine to shed continuall teares O no I see my Phoenix hath no Eares Or if she haue Eares yet no Eyes to see O all disgraced with continuall follie P. 15. Proud Chastity why dost thou seeke to wrong Phoenix my Loue with lâ—ssons too precise Pray thou for me and I will make a song Pend in thine honor none shall equalize Possesse not her whose beauty charmes mine eyes Plead sue and seeke or I will banish thee Her body is my Castle and my fee. Q. 16. Question not Phoenix why I do adore thee Quite captiuate and prisner at thy call Quit me with Loue againe do not abhor me Queld downe with hope as subiugate to thrall Quaild will I neuer be despight of all Quaking I stand before thee still expecting Thine owne consent our ioyes to be effecting R. 17. Remember how thy beauty is abused Ract on the tenter-hookes of foule disgrace Riuers are dry and must be needs refused Restore new water in that dead founts place Refresh thy feathers beautifie thy face Reade on my booke and there thou shalt behold Rich louing letters printed in fine gold S. 18. Shame is ashamed to see thee obstinate Smiling at thy womanish conceipt Swearing that honor neuer thee begat Sucking in poyson for a sugred baite Singing thy pride of beauty in her height Sit by my side and I will sing to thee Sweet ditties of a new fram'd harmony T. 19. Thou art a Turtle wanting of thy mate Thou crok'st about the groues to find thy Louer Thou fly'st to woods and fertile plaines dost hate Thou in obliuion dost true vertue smother To thy sweet selfe thou canst not find another Turne vp my bosome and in my pure hart Thou shalt behold the Turtle of thy smart V. 20. Vpon a day I sought to scale a Fort Vnited with a Tower of sure defence Vncomfortable trees did marre my sport Vnlucky Fortune with my woes expence Venus with Mars would not sweet war commence Vpon an Alter would I offer Loue And Sacrifice my soule poore Turtle Doue W. 21. Weepe not my Phoenix though I daily weepe Woe is the Herald that declares my tale Worthy thou art in Venus lap to sleepe Wantonly couered with God Cupids vale With which he doth all mortall sence â—â—hale Wash not thy cheekes vnlesâ—e I sit by thee To dry them with my sighes immediatly X. 22. Xantha faire Nimph resemble not in Nature Xantippe Loue to patient Socrates Xantha my Loue is a more milder creature And of a Nature better for to please Xantippe thought her true Loue to disease But my rare Phoenix is at last well pleas'd To cure my passions passions seldome eas'd Y. 23. Yf thou haue pitty pitty my complaining Yt is a badge of Vertue in thy sexe Yf thou do kill me with thy coy disdaining Yt will at length thy selfe-will anguish vexe And with continuall sighes thy selfe perplexe I le helpe to bring thee wood to make thy fire If thou wilt giue me kisses for my hire Z. 24. Zenobia at thy feete I bend my knee For thou art Queene and Empresse of my hart All blessed hap and true felicity All pleasures that the wide world may impart Befall thee for thy gracious goâ—d desart Accept my meaning as it fits my turne For I with thee to ashes meane to burne Cantoes Verbally written 1. Pittie me that dies for thee PIttie my plainings thou true nurse of pittie Me hath thy piercing lookes enioynd to sighing That cannot be redressed for thy beautie Dies my sad heart sad heart that 's drown'd with weeping For what so ere I thinke or what I doe Thee with mine eyes my thoughts my heart I woe 2. My life you saue if you I haue My eyes my hand my heart seeke to maintaine Life for thy loue therefore be gracious You with your kindnesse haue my true heart slaine Saue my poore life and be not tyrannous If any grace do in thy breast remaine You women haue bene counted amorous I pine in sadnesse all proceeds from thee Haue me in liking through thy clemencie 3. Do thou by me as I by thee Do not exchange thy loue leâ—t in exchanging Thou beare the burd'nous blot of foule disgrace By that bad fault are many faults containing Me still assuring nothing is so base As in the worlds eye alwayes to be ranging I sweare sweete Phoenix in this holy case By all the sacred reliques of true loue Thee to adore whom I still constant proue 4. Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine In louing thee that art not mine Voutsafe with splendor of thy gracious looke To grace my passions passions still increasing Thinke with thy selfe how I thy absence brooke How day by day my plaints are neuer ceasing I haue for thee all companies forsooke Do thou reioyce and in reioycing say Pine nere so much I le take thy griefe away In that great gracing word shalt thou be counted Louing to him that is thy true sworne louer Thee on the stage of honor haue I mounted That no base mistie cloud shall euer couer Art thou not faire thy beautie do not smother Not in thy flouring youth but still suppose Mine owne to be my neuer dying Rose 5. My destinie to thee is knowne Cure thou my smart I am thine owne My time in loues blind idlenesse is spent Destinie and Fates do will it so To Circes charming tongue mine eare I lent Thee louing that dost wish my ouerthrow Is not this world wrapt in inconstancie Knowne to most men as hels miserie Cure of my wound is past all Phisickes skill Thou maist be gracious at thy very looke My wounds will close that would my bodie kill Smart will bâ— easde that could no plaisters brooke I of my Phoenix being quite forsooke Am like a man that nothing can fulfill Thine euer-piercing eye of force will make me Owne heart owne loue that neuer will forsake thee 6. Ore my heart your eyes do
loden him with miserie And ere we passe I le shew some excellence Of other hearbs in Phisickes noble Science There Mugwort Sena and Tithimailes Oke of Ierusalem and Lyryconfaucie Larkes spurre Larkes claw and Lentiles Garden Nigella Mill and Pionie Woody Nightshade Mints and Sentorie Sowbread Dragons and Goates oregan Pelemeum Hellebore and Osmond the Waterman First of this Mugwort it did take the name Of Artemesia wife to Mansoleus Whose sunne-bred beautie did his heart inflame When she was Queene of Helicarnassus Diana gaue the herbe this name to vs Because this vertue to vs it hath lent For womens matters it is excellent And he that shall this herbe about him beare Is freed from hurt or daunger any way No poisned Toade nor Serpent shall him fâ—are As he doth trauell in the Sunne-shine day No wearinesse his limmes shall ought assay And if he weare this Mugwort at his breast Being trauelling he nere shall couet rest There is blacke Hellebore cald Melampodium Because an Arcadian shepheard first did find This wholsome herbe Melampus nam'd of some Which the rich Proetus daughters wits did bind When she to extreame madnesse was inclind It cured and reuiu'd her memorie That was possest with a continuall frenzie There Centrie in Greeke Centaurion That from the Centaure Chiron tooke the name In Spaine t' was cald Cintoria long agone And this much honor must we giue the same Wild Tygers with the leaues a man may â—ame T is good for sinewed aches and giues light To the blacke mistie dimnesse of the sight Fames golden glorie spreadeth this report Vpon a day that Chiron was a guest To arme-strong Hercules and did resort Vnto his house to a most sumptuous feast And welcome was the Centaure mongst the rest But see his lucke he on his foote let fall Great Hercul's shaft and hurt himselfe withall A mightie arrow not for him to weeld The wound being deepe and with a venom'd point To Deaths arestment he began to yeeld And there with sundrie Balmes they did annoint His wounded foote being strucken through the ioynt All would â—ot serue till that an old man brought This â—entaurie that â—ase to him hath wrought There 's Osmond balepate Plebane and Oculus Christi Sleeping nightshade Salomons seale and Sampire Sage of Ierusalem and sweete Rosemarie Great Pilosella Sengreene and Alexander Knights Milfoile Masticke and Stocke gillofer Hearts ease herbe twopence and Hermodactill Narcissus and the red flower Pimpernell Phoenix That word Narcissus is of force to steale Cold running water from a stony rocke Alas poore boy thy beautie could not heale The wound that thou thy selfe too deepe didst lockâ— Thy shadowed eyes thy perfect eyes did mocke False beautie fed true beautie â—rom the deepe When in the glassie water thou didst peepe O Loue thou art imperious full of might And dost reuenge the crie disdaining louer His lookes to Ladies eyes did giue a light But pride of beautie did his beautie smother Like him for faire you could not find another Ah had he lou'd and not on Ladies lower He neare had bene transformed to a flower Nature This is an Embleame for those painted faces Where deuine beautie rests her for a while Filling their browes with stormes and great disgraces That on the pained soule yeelds not a smile But puts true loue into perpetuall exile Hard hearted Soule such fortune light on thee That thou maist be tranform'd as well as he Ah had the boy bene pliable to be wonne And not abusde his morne excelling face He might haue liu'd as beauteous as the Sunne And to his beautie Ladies would giue place But O proud Boy thou wroughtst thine owne disgrace Thou lou'st thy selfe and by the selfe same loue Did'st thy deuinesse to a flower remoue But to proceed there 's Christioculus The seede of this Horminum drunke with wine Doth stirre a procurations heate in vs And to Libidenous lusts makes men incline And mens vnable bodies doth refine It brings increase by operation And multiplies our generation There 's Carrets Cheruile and the Cucumer Red Patiens Purslane and Gingidium Oxe eie sheepe killing Penygrasses and the golden flower Cuckoepintell our Ladies seale and Sagapinum Theophrastus violet and Vincetoxicum Saint Peters wort and louely Venus haire And Squilla that keepes men from foule despaire O this word Carrets if a number knew The vertue of thy rare excelling roote And what good help to men there doth ensue They would their lands and their liues sell to boote But thy sweete operation they would view Sad dreaming Louers slumbring in the night Would in thy honie working take delight The Thracian Orpheus whose admired skill Infernall Pluto once hath rauished Causing high Trees to daunce against their will And vntam'd Beast with Musicks Harpe hath fed And Fishes to the shore hath often led By his experience oftentimes did proue This Roote procur'd in Maides a perfect loue Purslane doth comfort the inflamed hart And healeth the exulcerated kidnies It stoppeth all defluxions falling smart And when we sleepe expelleth dreames and fancies It driues Imaginations from our eyes The iuyce of Purslane hindreth that desire When men to Venus games would faine aspire There 's Rocket Iacke by the hedge and Loue in idlenesse Knights water Sengreene and Siluer maidenheare Paris Naâ—ews Tornesol and towne Cresses Starre thistle that for many things is deare And Seia that in Italy Corne doth beare Wake-robbins Hyacinth and Hartichocke Letuce that mens sence asleepe doth rocke Phoenix O poore boy Hyacinthus thy faire face Of which Apollo was enamored Brought thy lifes Lord too timely to that place Where playing with thee thou wast murdered And with thy bloud the grasse was sprinckled Thy bodie was transformed in that hower Into a red white mingled Gilli-flower Nature But yet Apollo wept when he was slaine For playing with him cleane against his will He made him breathlesse this procur'd his paine True loue doth seldome seeke true loue to kill O Loue thou many actions dost fulfill Search seek learn what things there may be shown Then say that Loues sweet secrets are vnknowne And as a token of Apolloes sorrow A siluer coloured Lillie did appeare The leaues his perfect sighes and teares did borrow Which haue continued still from yeare to yeare Which shewes him louing not to be seuere 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is written as a mourning Dittie Vpon this flower which shewes Apolloes pittie O Schoole-boyes I will teach you such a shift As will be worth a Kingdome when you know it An herbe that hath a secret hidden drift To none but Treauants do I meane to show it And all deepe read Phisitioâ—s will allow it O how you play the wags and faine would heare Some secret matter to allay your â—eare There 's garden Rocket take me but the seed When in your Maisters brow your faults remaine And when to saue your selues there is great need Being whipt or beaten you shall feele no paine Although the bloud your buttocks seeme to
wrinckled with disdaine 19. O let me heare from thee my deare O tongue thou hast blasphem'd thy holy Goddesse Let me do penance for offending thee Me do thou blame for my forgetfulnesse Heare my submission thou wilt succor me From thy harts closet commeth gentlenesse Thee hath the world admir'd for clemency My hart is sorrie and I le bite my tongue Deare that to thee to thee I offred wrong 20. My Phoenix rare is all my care My life my hart my thoughts I dedicate to thee Phoenix of all beauty Rare things in hart of thee I meditate Is it not time I come to shew my duty All fauors vnto thee I consecrate My goods my lands my selfe and all is thine Care those that list so thou faire bird be mine 21. I would I might be thy delight I wish for things would they might take effect Would they might end and we enioy our pleasure I vow I would not proffred time neglect Might I but gather such vnlook't for treasure Be all things enuious I would the respect Thy fauours in my hart I do enroule Delight matcht with delight doth me controule 22. If I you haue none else I craue If adoration euer were created I am a Maister of that holy Art You my aduotrix whom I haue admired Haue of my true deuotion bore a part None but your selfe may here be nominated Else would my tongue my true obedience thwart I cannot flatter Loue will not allow it Craue thou my hart on thee I will bestow it 23. Be you to me as I to thee Bee the poore Bee sucke hony from the flower You haue a spacious odoriferous field To tast all moysture where in sweet Floras bower Me shall you find submissiuely to yeeld As a poore Captiue looking for the hower I may haue gracious lookes else am I kild To dye by you were lâ—fe and yet thy shame Thee would the wide world hate â—y â—olly blame 24. You are the first in whom I trust You in your bosome hauing plac'd a light Are the chiefe admirall vnto my Fleet The Lanthorne for to guide me in the night First to the shore where I may set my feet In safegard void of Dangers cruell spight Whom in disgrace Loue and fel Enuie meet I muster vp my spirits and they flie Trust of thy faith controules mine enemie 25. You are the last my loue shall taste You standing on the tower of hope and feare Are timerous of selfe-will foolishnesse The onely Viper that doth loue-laies teare Last can it not t is womans peeuishnesse My kind affections can it not forbeare Loue tels me that t is bred in idlenesse Shall such occasion hinder thee or me Taste first the fruit and then commend the tree 26. If you I had I should be glad If the Sunne shine the haruest man is glad You are my Sunne my dayes delight some Queene I am your haruest laborer almost mad Had I not my glorious commet seene I wish that I might sit within thy shade Should I be welcome ere thy beautie fade Be not Narcissus but be alwaies kind Glad to obtain the thing thou neare couldst find 27. Though place be far my heart is nar Though thou my Doue from me be separated Place nor the distance shall not hinder me Be constant for a while thou maist be thwarted Far am I not I le come to succour thee My heart and thine my sweet shall nere be parted Heart made of loue and true simplicitie Is not Loue lawlesse full of powerfull might Nar to my heart that still with Loue doth fight 28. My thoughts are dead cause thou art sped My inward Muse can sing of nought but Loue Thoughts are his Heralds flying to my breast Are entertained if they thence remoue Dead shall their master be and in vnrest Cause all the world thy hatred to reproue Thou art that All-in-all that I loue best Art thou then cruell no thou canst not be Sped with so foule a fiâ—nd as Crueltie 29. I send my heart to thee where gladly I would be I of all other am faire Venus thrall Send me but pleasant glances of thine eie My soule will leape with ioy and dance withall Heart of my heart and soules felicitie To beauties Queene my heart is sanctified Thee aboue all things haue I deified Where is Affections fled to Enuies cauâ— Gladlie my Thoughts would beare her companie I from â—oulâ— bondage will my Phoenix saue Would she in loue require my courtesie Be louing as thou art faire else shall I sing Thy beautie a poisnous bitter thing 30. If you me iust haue knowne Then take me for your owne If you be faire why should you be vnkind You haue no perfect reason for the sâ—â—e Me thinkes it were your glorie for to find Iust measure at my hands but you to blame Haue from the deepest closet of your heart Knowne my pure thoughts and yet I pine in smart Then in the deepest measure of pure loue Take pittie on the sad sicke pining soule Me may you count your vnknowne Turtle-Doue For in my bosomes chamber I enroule Your deepe loue-darting eie and still will be Owne of your owne despight extremitie 31. My heart I send to be your friend My deare soules comfort and my hopes true solace Heart of my heart and my liues secret ioy I in conceit do thy sweete selfe embrace Send cloudie exhalations cleane away To the blind mistie North there for to stay Be thou my arbour and my dwelling place Your armes the circling folds that shall enclose me Friend me with this and thou shalt neuer lose me 32. I haue no loue but you my Doue I pine in sadnesse and in sad songs singing Haue spent my time my ditties harsh and ill No sight but thy faire sight would I be seeing Loue in my bosome keepes his castle still But being disseuered I sit alwayes pining You do procure me Niobes cup to fill My dutie yet remembred I dare proue Doues haue no power for to exchange their Loue 34. I will not change though some be strange I cannot stir one foote from Venus gate Will you come sit and beare me company Not one but you can make me fortunate Change when thou wilt it is but cruelty Though vnto women it is giuen by fate Some gentle minds these ranging thoughts do hates Be thou of that mind else I will conclude Strange hast thou
loue denies delay And by the high imperiall seate of Iouâ— So am I forc'd by Cupid for to sweare Account I must of thee my Turtlâ—-doâ—e Of thee that Times long memorie shall outweâ—re Me by thy stedfast truth and faith denying To promise any hope on thee relying My passions are a hell and death to me Vnlesse you feele remorce and pitie me My sweetest thoughts sweet loue to thee I send Passions deeply ingrafted vnremouable Are my affections and I must commend A stedfast trust in thee most admirable Hell round enwraps my bodie by disdaine And then a heauen if thou loue againe Death haunts me at the heeles yet is affraid To touch my bosome knowing thou lou'st me Me sometimes terrifying by him bâ—traid Vnlesse sweete helpfull succour come from thee You well I know the honor of mine eie Feele some remorcefull helpe in miserie Remorce sits on thy brow triumphantly And smiles vpon my face with gentle cheere Pittie loues gracious mother dwâ—ls in thee Me fauouring abandoning base feare Death is amazed viewing of thy beautie Thinking thy selfe perfect eternitie My purest loue doth none but thee adore My beartie thoughts arâ— ' thine I loue no more My comfortable sweete approued Mistris Purest of all the pure that nature framed Loue in the height of all our happinesse Doth tell me that thy vertues are not named None can giue forth thy constancie approued But I that tride thy faith my best beloued Thee in the temple of faire Venus shrine Adore I must and kneele vpon my knee My fortunes tell me plaine that thou art mine Heartie in kindnesse yeelding vnto me Thoughts the much-great disturbers of our rest Are fled and lodge in some vnquiet brest Thine euer vnremou'd and still kept word I pondred oftentimes within my mind Loue told me that thou neuer wouldst afford None other grace but that which I did find More comfortable did this sound in mine eare Then sweete releasement to a man in feare I do resolue to loue no loue but thee Therefore be kind and fauour none but me I sometime sitting by my selfe alone Do meditate of things that are ensuing Resolue I do that thou must end my mone To strengthen Loue if loue should be declining Loue in thy bosome dwels and tels me still No enuious stormes shall thwart affections will Loue hath amaz'd the world plac'd in thy brow But yet slauish disdaine seekes for to crosse Thee and my selfe that haue combin'd our vow Therefore that monster cannot worke our losse Be all the winds of Anger bent to rage Kind shalt thou find me thus my hart I gage And from my faith that 's vnremoueable Fauour be seated in thy maiden eie None can receiue it loue more acceptable But I my selfe waiting thy pittying mercie Me hast thou made the substance of delight By thy faire sunne-resembling heauenly sight Ah quoth she but where is true Loue Where quoth he where you and I loue I quoth she were thine like my loue Why quoth he as you loue I loue Ah thou imperious high commaunâ—ing Lord Quoth he to Cupid gentle god of Loue He that I honor most will not accord But striues against thy Iustice from aboue Where I haue promist faith my plighted word Is quite refused with a base reproue True louing honour this I onely will thee Loue thy true loue or else false loue will kill me Where shall I find a heart that 's free from guile Quoth Faithfulnesse within my louers brest He at these pleasing words began to smile Where Anguish wrapt his thoughts in much vnrest You did with pretie tales the time beguile And made him in conceited pleasure blest I grac'd the words spoke with so sweet a tong Loue being the holy burden of your song I grac'd your song of Loue but by the way Quoth true Experience sit and you shall see She will enchaunt you with her heauenly lay Were you fram'd all of heauenly Pollicie Thine eares should drinke the poison of Delay Like as I said so did it proue to be My Mistris beautie grac'd my Mistris song Loue pleasd more with her Eyes then with her Tong. Why then in deepenesse of sweete Loues delight Quoth she the perfect Mistris of Desire He that I honor most bard from my sight As a bright Lampe kindles Affections fire You Magicke operations worke your spight Loue to the mountaine top of will aspires I chalenge all in all and this I sing Loue is a holy Saint a Lord a King Ah Loue where is thy faith in sweete loue Why loue where hearts conioyne in true loue Why then my heart hopes of thy Loues loue Else let my heart be plagu'd with false loue Why art thou strange to me my Deare Not strange when as I loue my deare But thou esteem'st not of thy deare Yes when I know my dearest deare Why is my Loue so false to me My loue is thine if thou lou'st me Thee I loue else none contents me If thou lou'st me it not repents me Ah quoth he wher 's faith in sweete loue Why quoth she conioynd in true loue Ah quoth he I hope of thy loue Else quoth she I le die a false loue Ah my Deare why dost thou kill me No my deare Loue doth not will me Then in thine armeâ— thou shalt enfould me I my deare there thou shalt hold me And holding me betweene thine armes I shall embrace sweete Louers Charmes Though death from life my bodie part Yet neare the lesse keepe thou my hart Though some men are inconstant fond and â—ickle Deaths asâ—ie count'nance shall not alter me From glasse they take their substance being brittle Life Heart and Hand shall awaies fauour thee My Pen shall write thy vertues registrie Bodie conioyn'd with bodie free from strife Part not in sunder till we part our life Yet my soules life to my deare lifes concluding Nere let Absurditie that villaine theefe The monster of our time mens praise deriding Lesse in perseuerance of small knowledge chiefe Keep the base Gate to things that are excelling Thou by faire vertues praise maist yeeld reliefe My lines are thine then tell Absurditie Hart of my deare shall blot his villanie Where hearts agree no strife can be Where faithfulnesse vnites it selfe with loue Hearts pin'd with sorrow cannot disagree Agree they must of force for from aboue No wind oppressing mischiefe may we see Strife is quite banisht from our companie Can I be sad no Pleasure bids me
now called Chester The Citie of Cambridge built in the dayes of Gurguntius the son of Beline by one Cantaber a Spaniard brother to Partholony or as some write by Gorbonian * * Rithmi gratia * * Lacus Miâ—â—ae * * Cupid 〈…〉 Pittie me that dies for thee My life you saue if you I haue Do thou by me as I by thee Voutsafe to thinke how I do pine In louing thee that art not mine My destinie to thee is knowne Cure thou my smart I am thine owne Ore my heart your eyes do idolatrize I had rather loue though in Vaine that face then haue of any other grace What euer fall I am at call I had rather loue though in vaine that face then haue of any other grace Disgrace not me in louing thee I had rather loue thoâ—gh in vaine that face then haue of any other gracâ— My selfe and mine are alwayes thine The darting of your â—yes may heale â—r wound Let not empiring lookes my heart confound You are my ioy be not too coy For you I die being absent from my eye Send me your heart to ease my smart Seeing you haue mine let me haue thine Within thy brest my hart doth rest O let me heare from thee my deare My Phoenix Phoenix rare is all my care I would I might be thy delight If I you haue none else I craue Be you to me as I to thee You are the first in whom I trust You are the last my loue shall taste If you I had I should be glad Though placâ— be far my heart is nar My thoughts are dead cause thou art sped I send my heart to thee Where gladly I would be If you me iust haue known Then take me for your owne My heart I send to be your friend I haue no loue but you my doue I will not change though some be strange Thoughts keepe me waking Seeing that my heart made choise of thee Then frame thy selfe to comfort me My heart is bound to fauour thee Then yeeld in time to pittie me I ioy to find a constant mind My heart by hope doth liue Desire no ioy doth giue Death shall take my life away Before my friendship shall decay Let truth report what heart I beare To her that is my dearest deare Seene hath the eie chosen hath The heart firme is the faith And loth to depart Nâ— woe so great in loue Not being hard nor plague so great in loue being long deferd And if my loue shal be releeu'd by thee My heart is thine and so account of me My passions are a hell and death to me vnlesse you feele remorce and pittiâ— me My porest loue doth none but Thee adore my heartie thoughts are Thine I loue none more I do resolue to loue no Loue but thee therefore be kind and fauour none but me Ah quoth he but where is true loue Where quoth he where you and I loue I quoth she were thine like my loue Why quoth he as you loue I loue Though death from life my bodie part Yet nere the lesse keepe thou my heart Where hearts agree no strife can be Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne Time shall tell thee how well I loue thee Most deuine and sacred haue I found your loue vnspotted The want of thee is death to me I loue to be beloued I scorne if I be scorned The heart 's â—n paine that loues in vaine What greater ioy can be then this Where loue enioyes each louers wish * * Differentia Deorum hominum apud Senecam sic habet nostri melior pars animus in illis nulla pâ—rs extra animum * * The Turtle * * The Phoenix
Or in the veine of sweet writ Poetrie Can ere be found to giue her feet that grace That beares her corporate Soule from place to place And if by night she walke the Marigold That doth inclose the glorie of her eye At her approch her beauty doth vnfold And spreads her selfe in all her royaltie Such vertue hath this Phoenix glassy shield That Floures and Herbs at her faire sight do yeeld And if she grace the Walkes within the day Flora doth spreade an Arras cloth of flowers Before her do the prety Satires play And make her banquets in their leauie Bowers Head Haire Brow Eyes Cheeks Chin and all Lippes Teeth Tong Neck Brests Belly are maiesticall This Phoenix I do feare me will dâ—cay And from her ashes neuer will arise An other Bird her wings for to display And her rich beauty for to equalize The Arabian fiers are too dull and base To make another spring within her place Therefore dread Regent of these Elements Pitie pooâ—e Nature in her Art excelling Giue thou an humble â—are to my laments That to thee haue a long true tale beene telling Of her who when 〈◊〉 please theâ— to behold Her outward sight shall bewties pride vnfold At these words Ioue stood as a man amazed And Iunos loue-bred bewtie turnd to wight Venus she blusht and on dame Nature gazed And Vesta she began to weepe outright And litle Cupid poore boy strucke in loue With repetition of this earthly Doue But at the last Ioue gan to rouse his spirit And told dame Nature in her sweet discourse Her womans Toâ—ng did run before her Wit Such a faire soule her selfe could neuer nurse Nor in the vastie earth was euer liuing Such beauty that all beauty was excelling Nature was strucke with pale temeritie To see the God of thunders lightning eyes He shooke his knotty haire so wrathfully As if he did the heauenly rout despise Then downe vpon her knee dame Nature fals And on the great gods name aloud she cals Ioue thou shalt see my commâ—ndations To be vnworthie and impartiall To make of her an extallation Whose beauty is deuine maiesticall Looke on that painted picture there behold The rich wrought Phoenix of Arabian gold Ioues eyes were setled on her painted eyes Ioue blushing smil'd the picture smil'd againe Ioue spoke to her and in his heart did rise Loues amours but the picture did disdainâ— To loue the god Ioue would haue stole a kisse But Iuno being by denyed him this When all the rest beheld this counterfeit They knew the substance was of rarer price Some gaz'd vpon her face on which did waite As messengers her two celestiall eyes Eyes wanting fire did giue a lightning flame How much more would her eyes mans sences tame Then all the Gods and Goddesses did decree In humble maner to intreat of Ioue And euery power vpon his bended knee Shewd faithfull seruice in dame Natures loue Intreating him to pacifie his Ire And raise another Phoenix of new fire Her picture from Ioues eyes hath banisht Hate And Mildnesse plaind the furrowes of his brow Her painted shape hath chastised debate And now to pleasure them he makes a vow Then thus Ioue spake t is pittie she should die And leaue no ofspring of her Progenie Nature go hie thee get thee Phoebus chaire Cut through the skie and leaue Arabia Leaue that il working peece of fruitlesse ayre Leaue me the plaines of white Brytania These countries haue no fire to raise that flame That to this Phoenix bird can yeeld a name There is a country Clymat fam'd of old That hath to name delight some Paphos I le Ouer the mountaine tops to trudge be bold There let thy winged Horses rest awhile Where in a vale like Ciparissus groue Thou shalt behold a second Phoenix loue A champion country full of fertill Plaines Greene grassie Medowes little prettie Hils Aboundant pleasure in this place remaines And plenteous sweetes this heauenly clymat filles Faire flowing bathes that issue from the rockes Aboundant heards of beasts that come by flockâ—s High stately Caedars sturdie bigge arm'd Okes Great Poplers and long trees of Libanon Sweete smelling Firre that frankensence prouokes And Pine apples from whence sweet iuyce doth come The sommer-blooming Hauthorne vnder this Faire Venus from Adonis stole a kisse Fine Thickets and rough Brakes for sport and pleasure Places to hunt the light-foote nimble Roe These groues Diana did account her treasure And in the cold shades oftentimes did goe To lie her downe faint weary on the ground Whilest that her Nimphs about her daunâ—t a round A quire of heauenly Angels tune their voyces And counterfeit the Nightingale in singing At which delight some pleasure she reioyces And Plenty from her cell her gifts is bringing Peares Apples Plums and the red ripe Cherries Sweet Strawberries with other daintie berries Here haunt the Satyres and the Driades The Hamadriades and pretie Elues That in the groues with skipping many please And runne along vpon the water shelues Heare Mermaides sing but with Vlysses eares The country Gallants do disdaine their teares The Crocadile and hissing Adders sting Mâ—y not come neere this holy plot of ground No Night worme in this continent may sing Nor poison-spitting Serpent may be found Here Milke and Hony like two riuers ran As fruitefull as the land of Canaan What shal I say their Orchards spring with plentie The Gardens smell like Floras paradice Bringing increase from one to number twentie As Lycorice and sweet Arabian spice No place is found vnder bright heauens faire blisse To beare the name of Paradise but this Hard by a running streame or crystall fountaine Wherein rich Orient pearle is often found Enuiron'd with a high and steepie mountaine A fertill soile and fruitful plot of ground There shalt thou find true Honors louely Squire That for this Phoenix keepes Prometheus fire His bower wherein he lodgeth all the night Is fram'd of Caedars and high loftie Pine I made his house to chastice thence despight And fram'd it like this heauenly roofe of mine His name is Liberall honor and his hart Aymes at true faithfull seruice and desart Looke on his face and in his browes doth sit Bloud and sweete Mercie hand in hand vnited Bloud to his foes a president most fit For such as haue his gentle humour spited His Haire is curl'd by nature mild and meeke Hangs carelesse downe to shrowd a blushing cheeke Giue him this Ointment to annoint his Head This precious Balme to lay vnto his feet These shall direct him to this Phoenix bed Where on a high hill he this Bird shall meet And of their Ashes by my doome shal rise Another Phoenix her to â—qualize This said the Gods and Goddesses did applaud The Censure of this thundring Magistrate And Nature gaue him euerlasting laud And quickly in the dayes bright Coach she gate Downe to the earth she 's whirled through the ayre Ioue ioyne these fires thus Venus made her prayer An Introduction to
truly told His great Round-table was in Britanie Where chosen Knights did do their homage yearely The strange Birth honorable Coronation and most vnhappie Death of famous Arthur King of Brytaine OF noble Arthurs birth of Arthurs fall Of Arthurs solemne Coronation Of Arthurs famous deedes Heroyicall Of Arthurs battels and inuasion And that high minded worthie Brytish King Shall my wits memorie be deifying In the last time of â—ter surnam'd Pendragon So called for his wittie pollicies Being a King of estimation In famous Brytaine mongst his owne allies There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd Cornwaile That held long warrâ— and did this King assaile This Duke was nam'd the Duke of Tintagil After these hot bred warres were come to end He soiourn'd at a place cald Terrabil From whence Pendragon for this Duke did send And being wounded sore with Cupids sting Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring His Wife a passing Ladie louely wife Chaste to her husbands cleare vnspotted bed Whose honor-bearing Fame none could supprize But Vesta-like her little time she led Igrene her name on whose vnequall beautie Pendragon doted led by humane folly At length â—e broke his mind vnto a Lord A trustie Councellour and noble Friend That soone vnto his minds griefe did accord And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend Telling Pendragon this should be his best To tell the Dutchesse of his sweete request But she a Woman sterne inexorable Willing fond Lusts inchauntments to resist All his tongues smoothing words not penetrable In her chaste bosomes Gate could not insist But straight she told her Husband how she sped Lest that his grace should be dishonoured And counseld him to passe away in haste That Nights darke duskie mantle might ore shade Their flying bodies least at last they taste More miserie then Time did ere inuade For Lust is such a hot inflamed thing It gouerneth mans senses rules a King And as the Duchesse spake the Duke departed That neighter Vter nor his Councell knew How his deepe bosomes Lord the Dutchesse thwarted But marke the story well what did ensue Soone as the King perceiued their intent Intemperate Rage made him impatient Away with Musicke for your strings do iarre Your sound is full of Discords harsh and ill Your Diapazon makes a humming warre Within mine eares and doth my sences fill With imâ—â—lodious mourning She is gone That rul'd your selues and Instruments alone Away fond riming Ouid lest thou write Of Prognes murther or Lucretiâ— rape Of Igrens iouâ—ney taken in the night That in the blacke gloom'd silence did escape O could no Dogge haue bark'd no Cocke haue crow'd That might her passage to the King haue show'd No mirth pleasde Vter but grimme Melancholy Haunted his heeles and when he sate to rest He pondred in his mind Igrenas beautie Of whom his care-craz'd head was full possest Nothing was now contentiue to his mind But Igrenes name Igrene to him vnkind At last his noble Peeres with pitie mou'd To see the Kings sodaine perplexitie With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd For to allay his great extremitie Did counsell him to send for Garloyes wife As he would answer it vpon his life Then presently a Messenger was sent To tell the Duke of his wifes secret folly This was the substance of his whole intent To bring his wife to Court immediatly Or within threescore dayes he did protest To fetch him thither to his litle rest Which when the Duke had warning straight he furnish'â— Two Castles with wel-fenc'd artillerie With vitailes and with men he garnish'd His strongest Holds for such an enemie And in the one he put his hearts-deare Treasure Faire Igrene that he loued out of measure That Castle which the Duke himselfe did hold Had many Posternes out and issues thence In which to trust his life he might be bold And safely the warâ—es Furie to commence But after-telling time did wonders woâ—ke That Foxes in their holes can neuer luâ—ke Then in all haste came Vter with his hoast Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground Of his aspiring mind he did not boast For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound Hot warre was made on both sides people sâ—aine And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine Loue and minds anguish so perplext the King For Igrene that incompaâ—able Dame That Cupids sicknesse pearc'd him with a sting And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame Venus intreated Mars awhile to stay And make this time a sporting Holiday Then came sir Vlâ—iâ—s a most noble Knight And askt his king the cause of his disease Being willing in a subiects gracious right Vt◠〈◊〉 mind in heart to please Ah said the Kâ—ng Igrene doth captiuate My Heart and makes my Seâ—ses subiugate Courage my gracious Liege I will go find That true diuining prophet of our Nation Mâ—rlin the wise that shall content your mind And be a Moderator in this action His learning wisedome and vnseene experiencâ— Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues ofâ—ence So Vlâ—ius at the length from him departed Aâ—king for Merlin as he past the way Who by great fortunes chance sir Vlâ—ius thwarted As he went by in beggers base aray Demanding of the Knight in basenesse meeke Who was the man he went so farre to seeke Vlâ—ius amazed at his base attire â—old him it was presumption to demaund The name of him for whom he did enquire And therefore would not yeeld to his command Alas said Merlin I do plainly see Merlin you seeke that Merlin I am he And if the King will but fulfill my hest And will reward my true deseruing heart In his loues agonies he shal be blest So that he follow what I shall impart Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee With fauour rewards most royally Then Vlfius glad departed in all hast And rode amaine to king Pendragons sight Telling his Grace Merlin he meâ— at last That like a Lampe will giue his Louelaies light Where is the man I wisht for him before See where he stands my Liege at yonder doore When Vter saw the man a sudden ioy And vncompre'nded gladnesse fiâ—d his hart With kind embracements met him on the way And to him gan his secrets to impart Leaue off quoth Merlin I do know your mind The faire-fac'd Lady Igrene is vnkind But if your Maiesty will here protest And sweare as you are lawfull King annointed To do my will nothing shall you molest But follow my directions being appointed I sweare quoth Vter by the Euangelists He dyes for me that once thy will resists Sir said the Prophet Merline this I craue That shall betoken well what ere betide The first faire sportiue Night that you shall haue Lying safely nuzled by faire Igrenes side You shall beget a sonne whose very Name In after-stealing Time his foes shall tame That child being borne your Grace must giue to me For to be nourished at my appointment That shal redound much to his maiestie And to your Gâ—aces gracious good
place Was that a Bardth in Welsh diuision Recorded Arthurs actes vnto his Grace And in the foresaid Church-yard he did sing That they should find the body of the King And those that dig'd to find his bodie there After they enterd seuen foote deepe in ground A mightie broade stone to them did appeare With a great leaden Crosse thereto bound And downwards towards the corpes the Crosse did lie Containing this inscripted poesie Hic iacet sepultus inclytus Rex Arthurus in Insula Aualoniae His bodie whose great actes the world recorded When vitall limitation gaue him life And Fames shrill golden Trump abroad had sounded What Warres he ended what Debate what Strife What Honor to his countrey what great Loue Amongst his faithfull subiects he did proue Was not interd in sumptuous royaltie With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends Nor closde in marble stone wrought curiously Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends But in a hollow tree made for the â—once They do enter King Arthurs princely bones Their outward habite did not shew their mind For many millions of sad weeping eies In euery streete and corner you might find Some beating their bare breast and some with outcries Cursing and Banning that proud Mordreds soule That did by warre his princely life controule The Kings that were attendant on his traine Forgot their kingdomes and their royall crownes Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were slaine Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes For they had lost their Scepter Seate and all By princely Arthurs most vnhappie fall The trunke being opened at the last they found The bones of Arthur King of Brytanie Whose shin-bone being set vpon the ground As may appeare by auncient Memorie Reacht to the middle thigh within a spanne Of a tall proper well set bigge lim'd Man And furthermore they found King Arthurs skull Of such great largenesse that betwixt his eyes His foreheads space a spanne broad was at full That no true Historiographer denies The forenam'd Abbot liuing in those daies Saw what is written now to Arthurs praise The print of tenne wounds in his head appeared All growne together except onely one Of which it seemes this worthie Brytaine died A true Memoriall to his louing Nation But that was greater far then all the rest Had it bene lesser Brytaine had bene blest In opening of the Tombe they found his wife Queene Guiniuere interred with the King The Tresses of her haire as in her life Were finely platted whole and glistering The colour like the most pure refin'd gold Which being toucht straight turned into mould Henry de Bloyes at the length translated The bones of Arthur and his louely Queene Into the great Church where they were interred Within a Marble toombe as oft was seene Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehearse This Epitaph in sweete Heroicke Verse Hic iacet Arthurus flos regum gloria regni Quem mores probit as commendant laude perenni Iohannis Leylandij antiquarij Eâ—comion funerale in vitam facta mortemque Regis Arthuri inclitissiâ—i SAxonicas toties qui fudit marte cruento Turmas peperit spolijs sibi nomen opimis Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit ense Imâ—osuitque iugum Scoti ceruicibus ingens Qui tumidos Gallos Germanos quique feroces Pertulit Dacos bello confregit aperto Denique Mordredum è medio qui sustulit illud Monstrum horrendum ingens dirum seuumque tyrannum Hoc iacet extinctus monumento Arthurius alto Militiae clarum decus virtutis alumnus Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem Aetherijque petit sublimia tecta tonantis Vosigitur gentis Proles generosa Britannae Induperatoriter magno assurgite vosiro Et tumulo sâ—cro Roseas inferte Corollas Officij testes redolentia muncra vestri Thus Englished He that so oft the Saxon Troupes did foile And got a name of worth with richest spoile He that with brandisht sword the Picts destroyed And yok'd the Scots their stubborn necks annoyd He that the loftie French and Germaines fierce did 〈◊〉 And Dacians force with Warre did vanquish quite He lastly which cut off that monster Mordreds life A cruell Tyrant horrible mightie full of strife Arthur lyes buried in this Monument Warres chiefest garland Vertues sole intent Whose Glorie through the world stil swiftly flies And mounts with Fames wings vp to the thundring skies You gentle Off spring of the Britaines blood Vnto this puissant Emperour do honours good And on his Tombe lay Garlands of sweete Roses Sweete gifts of Dutie and sweete louing posies Finis Epitaphij No. Arth. The true Pedigree of that famous VVorthie King Arthur collected out of many learned Authors TWelue men in number entred the vale of Aualon Ioseph of Arimathea was the chiefest we confesse Iosué the sonne of Ioseph his father did attend on With other ten these Glaston did possesse Hilarius the Nephew of Ioseph first begate Iosue the Wise Iosue Aminadab Aminadab Castellors had by fate Castellors got Manael that louely Lad And Manael by his wife had faire-fac'd Lambard With another deare sonne surnamed Vrlard And Lambard at the length begot a sonne That had Iâ—rene boâ—ne of his wife Of this Igrene Vter the great Pâ—ndragon Begot King Arthur famous in his life Where by the truth this Pedigree dâ—th end Arthur from Iosephs loynes did first descend Peter Cousin to Ioseph of Arimathea Being sometimes King of great Arcadia Begat Erlan that famous worthy Prince And Erlan gat Melianus that did conuince His neighbour foes Melianus did beget Edor and Edor Lothos name did set That tooke to wife the sister of King Arthur A Virgine faire chaste louely and most pure Of whom this Lotho had foure louely boyes Their fathâ—rs comfort and their mothers ioyes Walwanus Agranaius Garelus and Guerelise That in their countrey much did soueragnize All which were men of great authoritie And famous in the land of Britaine Here endeth the Birth Life Death and Pedigree of King Arthur of Britanie now to where we left Phoenix O Nature tell me one thing ere we part What famous towne and situated Seate Is that huge Building that is made by Art Against whose wals the crystall streames do beate As if the flowing tide the stones would eate That lies vpon my left hand built so hie That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie Nature That is the Britaines towne old Troynouant The which the wandring Troyans Sonne did frame When after ship wracke he a place did want For to reuiue his Honor-splitted Name And raisd againe the cinders of his Fame When from Sydonian Dido they did steale To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale Since when to come more nearer to our time Lud the great King did with his wealth enlarge The famous builded Citie of this Clime And Ludstone to be cald he gaue in charge And London now that Towne is growne at large The flowing Riuer Thamasis is nam'd Whose Sea-ensuing Tide can neare be tam'd
Phoenix O London I haue heard thee honoured And thy names Glorie rais'd to good intent Lawes Councell chamber in thy wals is bred The schoolâ— of Knowledge and Experiment Wise Senators to gouerne thee is lent All things to beautifie a Royall Throne Where Scarsitie and Deaâ—th did neuer grone Nature Leaue off thy Praises till we haue more leasure And to beguile the wearie lingring Day Whose long-drawne Howers do tire vs out of measure Our cunning in Loue-songs let vs assay And paint our Pleasure as some good Array I will beginne my cunning for to tast And your Experience we will try at last Here Nature singeth to this dittie following WHat is Loue but a toy To beguile mens Senses What is Cupid but a boy Boy to cause expences A toy that brings to fooles oppressed thrall A boy whose folly makes a number fall What is Loue but a child Child of little substance Making Apes to be wild And their pride to aduance A child that loues with guegawes to be toying And with thinne shadowes alwaies to be playing Loue is sweete wherein sweete In fading pleasures wanton toyes Loue a Lord and yet meete To crosse mens humours with annoyes A bitter pleasure pleasing for a while A Lord is Loue that doth mans thoughts beguile O sing no more you do forget your Theame And haue prophan'd the sacred name of Loue You dip your tongue in an vnwholsome Streame And from the golden Truth your notes remoue In my harsh Dittie I will all reproue And vnaccustom'd I will trie my skill To pleasure you and to confute your will The Phoenix her Song to the Dittie before O Holy Loue religious Saint Mans onely hony-tasting Pleasure Thy glory learning cannot paint For thou art all our wordly Treasure Thou art the Treasure Treasure of the soule That great celestiall powers dost controule What greater blisse then to embrace The perfect patterne of Delight Whose heart-enchaunting Eye doth chase Aâ—l stormes of sorow from mans sight Pleasure Delight Wealth and earth-ioyes do lye In Venus bosome bosome of pure beautie That mind that tasteth perfect Loue Is farre remoted from annoy Cupid that God doth sit aboue That tips his Arrowes all with ioy And this makes Poets in their Verse to sing Loue is a holy holy holy thing Nature O voice Angelicall O heauenly song The golden praise of Loue that thou hast made Deliuerd from thy sweete smoothd honied tong Commaunds Loue selfe to lye within a shade And yeeld thee all the Pleasures may be had Thy sweete melodious voice hath beautifide And guilded Loues rich amours in her pride Phoenix Enough enough Loue is a holy thing A power deuine deuine maiesticall In shallow witted braines as you did sing It cares not for the force materiall And low-borne Swaines it nought respects at all She builds her Bower in none but noble minds And there due adoration still she finds Nature Stay Phoenix stay the euening Starre drawes nie And Phoebus he is parted from our sight And with this Wagon mounted in the Skie Affoording passage to the gloomie night That doth the way-faâ—ing Passenger affright And we are set on foote neere to that I le In whose deepe bottome plaines Delight doth smile Phoâ—â—ix O what a muskie sent the ayre doth cast As if the Gods perfum'd it with sweete Myrthe O how my bloud 's inspired and doth taste An alteration in my ioynts to stirre As if the good did with the bad conferre The ayre doth moue my Spirites purge my Sence And in my body doth new warre commence Looke round about behold you fruitfull Plaine Behold their meadow plots and pasture ground Behold their chrystall Riuers runne amaine Into the vaste huge Seas deuouring sound And in her bowels all her filth is found It vomiteth by vertue all corruption Into that waâ—rie plaine of desolation And while the day giues light vnto our eies Be thou attentiue and I will relate The glorie of the plaines that thou descri'st Whose fertill bounds farre doth extenuate Where Mars and Venus arme in arme haue sate Of plants of hearbs and of high springing trees Of sweete delicious sauors and of Bees In this delightsome countrey there doth grow The Mandrake cald in Greeke Mandragoraâ— Some of his vertues if you looke to know The iuyce that freshly from the roote doth passe Purgeth all fleame like blacke Helleborus T is good for paine engendred in the eies By wine made of the roote doth sleepe arise There 's Yellow Crowbels and the Daphadill Good Harry herbe Robert and white Cotula Adders grasse Eglantine and Aphodill Agnus Castus and Acatia The Blacke Arke-angell Coloquintida Sweete Sugar Canes Sinkefoile and boies Mercurie Goosefoote Goldsnap and good Gratia Dei. Mosse of the Sea and yellow Succorie Sweete Trefoile Weedwind the wholesome Wormewood Muskmealons Moustaile and Mercurie The dead Arkeangell that for wennes is good The Souldiers perrow and great Southernewood Stone hearts tongue Blessed thistle and Sea Trifoly Our Ladies cushion and Spaines Pellitorie 〈◊〉 No doubt this Clymate where as these remaine The women and the men are fam'd for faire Here neede they not of aches to complaine For Phisickes skill growes here without compare All herbes and plants within this Region are But by the way sweete Nature as you go Of Agnus Castus speake a word or two Nature That shall I briefly it is the very handmaid To Vesta or to perfect Chastitie The hot inflamed spirite is allaid By this sweete herbe that bends to Luxury It drieth vp the seede of Venerie The leaues being laid vpon the sleepers bed With chastnesse cleannesse purenesse he is fed Burne me the leaues and straw then on the ground Whereas foule venemous Serpents vse to haunt And by this vertue here they are not found Their operation doth such creatures daunt It causeth them from thence for to auant If thou be stung with Serpents great or lesse Drinke but the seede and thou shalt find redresse But to proceed here 's Clary or Cleare-eie Calues snout Cukoe flowers and the Cuckoes meate Calathian Violets Dandelion and the Dewberrie Leopards foote and gâ—eene Spinage which we vse to eate And the hot Indian Sunne procuring heate Great wild Valerian and the Withie wind The water Cresses or ague-curing Woodbind There 's Foxgloue Forget me not and Coliander Galingal Goldcups and Buprestis Small honesties Eye-bright and Coculus Panter Double tongue Moly and the bright Anthillis Smelling Clauer and Aethiopis Floramore Euphorbium and Esula White Bulbus violet and Cassia fistula Phoenix But by the way sweete Nature tell me this Is this the Moly that is excellent For strong enchauntments and the Adders hisse Is this the Moly that Mercurius sent To wise Vlysses when he did preuent The witchcraft and foule Circes damned charmes That would haue compast him with twentie harmes Nature This is the Moly growing in this land That was reueal'd by cunning Mercurie To greaâ— Vlysses making him withstand The hand of Circes fatall sorcerie That would haue
strong neck'd Bull that neuer fâ—lt the yoke The Cat the Dog the Wolfe and cruell Viper The lurking Hare that pretie sport prouokes The Goatebucke Hedgehogge and the swift foote Pâ—nther The Horse Cameleopard and strong pawd Beare The Ape the Asse and the most fearefull Deare The Mouse the Mule the Sow and Salamander That from the burning fire cannot liue The Weasell Cammell and the hunted Beauer That in pursute away his stones doth giue The Stellio Camelion and Vnicorne That doth expell hot poison with his Horâ—e The cruell Beare in her conception Brings forth at first a thing that 's indigest A lump of flesh without all fashion Which she by often licking brings to rest Making a formall body good and sound Which often in this Iland we haue found Hic format lingua foetum quem protulit Vrsa The great wild Bore of nature terrible With two strong Tushes for his Armorie Sometimes assailes the Beare most horrible And twixt them is a fight both fierce and deadly He hunteth after Marioram and Organie Which as a whetstone doth his need supplie The Bugle or wild Oxe is neuer tam'd But with an iron ring put through his snout That of some perfect strength must needs be fram'd Then may you leade him all the world about The Huntsmen find him hung within a tree Fast by the hornes and then thy vse no pittie The Camell is of nature flexible For when a burden on his backe is bound To ease the labourer he is knowne most gentle For why he kneeleth downe vpon the ground Suffering the man to put it off or on As it seemes best in his discretion They liue some fiftie or some hundred yeares And can remaine from water full foure dayes And most delight to drinke when there appeares A muddie spring that 's troubled many wayes Betweene them is a naturall honest care If one conioyneth with his Damme t is raâ—e The Dragon is a poisnous venom'd beast With whom the Elephant is at enmitie And in contention they do neuer rest Till one hath slaine the other cruelly The Dragon with the Elephant tries a fall And being vnder he is slaine withall The bunch-backt big-bon'd swift-foote Dromidary Of Dromas the Greeke word borrowing the namâ— For his quicke flying speedy property Which easily these countrey men do tame Hel'go a hundreth miles within one day And neuer seeke in any place to stay The Dogge a naturall kind and louing thing As witnesseth our Histories of old Their maister dead the poore foole with lamenting Doth kill himselfe before accounted bold And would defend his maister if he might When cruelly his foe begins to fight The Elephant with tushes Iuorie Is a great friend to man as he doth trauell The Dragon hating man most spitefully The Elephant doth with the Dragon quarell And twixt them two is a most deadly strife Till that the man be past and sau'd his life The Elephant seene in Astronomy Will euery month play the Phisition Taking delight his cunning for to try Giuing himselfe a sweete purgation And to the running springs himselfe addresse And in the same wash off his filthinesse The Gote-bucke is a beast lasciuious And giuen much to filthy venerie Apt and prone to be contentious Seeking by craft to kill his enemy His bloud being warme suppleth the Adamant That neither fire or force could euer daunt The Hedghogge hath a sharpe quicke thorned garment That on his backe doth serue him for defence He can presage the winds incontinent And hath good knowledge in the diâ—ference Betweene the Southerne and the Northren wind These vertues are allotted him by kind Wherâ—on in Constantinople that great City A marchant in his garden gaue one nourishment By which he knew the windstrue certainty Because the Hedgehogge gaue him iust presagement Apples or peares or grapes such is his meate Which on his backe he caries for to â—ate The spotted Linx in face much like a Lyon His vrine is of such a qualitie In time it turneth to a precious stone Called Ligariâ—s for his property He hateth man so much that he doth hide His vrine in the earth not to be spide The princely Lion King of forrest-Kings And chiefe Commaunder of the Wildernesse At whose faire feete all Beasts lay downe their offrings Yeelding alleageance to his worthinesse His strength remaineth most within his head His vertue in his heart is compassed He neuer wrongs a man nor hurts his pray If they will yeeld submissiue at his feete He knoweth when the Lionesse playes false play If in all kindnesse he his loue do meete He doth defend the poore and innocent And those that cruel-hearted Beasts haue rent Then is 't not pittie that the craftie Foxe The rauenous Wolfe the Tyger and the Beare The slow-past-dull-brain'd heauie Oxe Should striue so good a state to ouerweare The Lion sleepes and laughes to see them striue But in the end leaues not a beast aliue The Onocentaur is a monstrous beast Supposed halfe a man and halfe an asse That neuer shuts his eyes in quiet rest Till he his foes deare life hath round encompast Such were the Centaures in their tyrannie That liu'd by humane flesh and villanie The Stellio is a beast that takes his breath And liueth by the deaw that 's heauenly Taking his Food and Spirit of the earth And so maintaines his life in chastitie He takes delight to counterfeit all colours And yet for all this he is veâ—mous 〈◊〉 T is strange to heare such perfect difference In all things that his Mâ—ght◠〈◊〉 hath â—ram'd T is strange to heare their 〈◊〉 of dâ—â—encâ— Amongst all creatures that my Nurse hath nam'd Are there no Wormes nor Serpents to be found In this sweete smelling Ile and fâ—uitfull ground Nature Within a little corner towards the Faâ—t A mooâ—â—sh plot of earth and dampish place Some creeping Wormes and Serpents vsâ— to rest And in a manner doth this bad ground grace It is vnpeopled and vnhabited For there with poisonous ayre they are â—ed Hâ—re liues the Worme tâ—e Gnat and Grashopper Rinatrix Liâ—ard and the fruitfull Bee Tâ—e Mothe Chelidras and the Bloodsucker That from the flâ—sh suâ—kes bloud most speedily Cerastis Aspis and the Crocadile That doth the way-faring passenger beguile The labouring Ant and the bespeckled Adder The â—rogge the Tode and Sâ—mmer-hauâ—ting â—lie The prettie Silkeworme and the poisnous â— iper That with his teeth doth wound most cruelâ—y The Hornet and the poisonous Cockatâ—ice That kils all birds by a most sâ—e deuice The Aspis is a kind of deadly Snake He hurts most perillous with venom'd sting And in pursute doth neare his foe forsake But slaies a Man with poysnous venoming Betweene the male and female is such loue As is betwixt the most kind Turtle doue This is the Snake that Cleopatra vsed The Egyptian Queene belou'd of Anthony That with her breasts deare bloud was nourished Making her die faire soule most patiently Rather then Caesars great victorious hand Should triumph ore
Arions harp aloud will sing And as a Bridegroome that to â—hurch is comming So he salutes the Sunne when he is rising The Romane Caesars happie Emperoâ—rs Especially those of the yongest sort Haue kept the Nightingale within their towers To play to daâ—ly and to make them sport And oftentimes in Greeke and Latine tong They taught those birds to sing a pleasant song This bird as Histories make mention Sâ—ng in the infant mouth of Stesichorâ—s Wâ—ich did foretell due commendation In all his actions to be prosperous So Bees when Plato in his bed did lie Swarm'd round about his mouth leauing their honie The slâ—ggish slouthfull and the dastard Owle Hating the day and louing of the night About old sepulchers doth dayly â—owle Frequenting barnes and houses without light And hides him often in an Iuy tree Least with small chattring birds wrong'd he should be Foedaque sic volucris venturi nuntia luctus Ignauus Bubo dirum mortalibus omen The filthy messenger of ill to come The sluggish Owle is and to danger some This ill be dooming Owle sate on the speare Of warlike Pirrhus marching to the field When to the Graecian armie he drew neare Determining to make his foes to yeeld Which did foreshew sinister happinesse And balefull fortune in his businesse The Parrat cald the counterfeiting bird Deckt with all colours that faire Flora yeelds That after one will speake you word for word Liuing in wooddie groues neare fertile fields They haue bene knowne to giue great Emperors wine And therefore some men hold them for deuine The proud sun-brauing Peacocke with his feathers Walkes all along thinking himselfe a King And with his voyce prognosticates all weathers Although God knowes but badly he doth sing But when he lookes downe to his base blacke Feete He droopes and is asham'd of things vnmeete The mighty Macedonian Alexander Marching in louely triumph to his foes Being accounted the worlds conquerour In Indie spies a Peacocke as he goes And maruelling to see so rich a sight Charg'd all men not to kill his sweete delight The Pellican the wonder of our age As Ierome saith reuiues her tender yong And with her purest bloud she doth asswage Her yong ones thirst with poisonous Adder stong And those that were supposed three dayes dead She giues them life once more being nourished The vnsatiate Sparrow doth prognosticate And is held good for diuination For flying here and there from gate to gate Foretls true things by animaduertion A flight of Sparrowes flying in the day Did prophesie the fall and sacke of Troy The artificiall nest-composing Swallow That eates his meate â—lying along the way Whose swiftnesse in our eysight doth allow That no imperiall Bird makes her his pray His yong ones being hurt within the eies His helpes them with the heâ—be Calcedonies Cecinna and the great Volateran Being Pompâ—is warlike and approued knights Sent letters by these Birds without a man To many of their friends and chiefe delights And all their letters to their feete did tiâ— Which with great speed did bring them hastily The sweet recording Swanne Apolloes ioy And firy scorched Phaetons delight In footed verse sings out his deep annoy And to the siluer riuers takes his flight Prognosticates to Sailers on the seas Fortunes prosperitie and perfect â—ase Cignus in auspicijs semper laetissimus ales Hoc optant nautae quia se non mergit in vndis Phoenix But what sad-mournefull drooping soule is this Within whose watry eyes sits Discontent Whose snaile-pac'd gate tels someting is amisse From whom is banisht sportiâ—g Meriment Whose feathers mowt off falling as he goes The perfect picture of hart pining woes Nature This is the carefull bird the Turtle Doue Whose heauy croking note doth shew his griefe And thus he wanders seeking of his loue Refusing all things that may yeeld reliefe All motions of good turnes all Mirth and Ioy Are bad fled gone and faâ—ne into decay Phoenix Is this the true example of the Heart Is this the Tutor of faire Constancy Is this Loues treasure and Loues pining smart Is this the substance of all honesty And comes he thus attir'd alas poore soule That Destinies foule wrath should thee controule See Nourse he stares and lookes me in the face And now he mournes worse then he did before He hath forgot his dull slow heauy pace But with swift gate he eyes vs more and more O shall I welcome him and let me borrow Some of his griefe to mingle with my sorrow Nature Farâ—well faire bird I le leaue you both alone This is the Doue you long'd so much to see And this will proue companion of your mone An Vmpire of all true humility Then note my Phoenix what there may ensue And so I kisse my bird Adue Adue Phoenix Mother farewell and now within his eyes Sits sorrow clothed in a sea of teares And more and more the billowes do arise Pale Griefe halfe pin'd vpon his brow appeares His feathers fade away and make him looke As if his name were writ in Deaths pale booke Turtlâ— O stay poore Turtle whereat hast thou gazed At the eye-dazling Sunne whose sweete reflection The round encompast heauenly world amazed O no a child of Natures true complexion The perfect Phoenix of rariety For wit for vertue and excelling beauty 〈…〉 Haile map of sorrow Tur. Welcome Cupids child Let me wipe off those teares vpon thy cheekes That stain'd thy beauties pride and haue defil'd Nature it selfe that so vsurping seekes To sit vpon thy face for I le be partener Of thy harts wrapped sorrow more hereafter Tâ—rtâ—e Natures faire darling let me kneele to thee And offer vp my true obedience And sacredly in all humility Craue pardon for presumptions foule offence Thy lawne-snow-colour'd hand shall not come neare My impure face to wipe away one teare My teares are for my Turtle that is dead My sorrow springs from her want that is gone My heauy note sounds for the soule that 's fled And I will dye for him left all alone I am not liuing though I seeme to go Already buried in the graue of wo. Phoenix Why I haue left Arabia for thy sake Because those fires haue no working substance And for to find thee out did vndertake Where on the mountaine top we may aduance Our fiery alter let me tell thee this Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris Come poore lamenting soule come sit by me We are all one thy sorrow shall be mine Fall thou a teare and thou shalt plainly see Mine eyes shall answer teare for teare of thine Sigh thou I le sigh and if thou giue a grone I shall be dead in answering of thy mone Turtle Loues honorable Friend one grone of yours Will rend my sicke-loue-pining hart asunder One sigh brings teares from me like Aprill showers Procur'd by Sommers hote loud cracking thunder Be you as mery as sweet mirth may be I le grone and sigh both for your selfe and me Phoenix Thou shalt not gentle Turtle
I will beare Halfe of the burdenous yoke thou dost sustaine Two bodies may with greater ease outweare A troublesome labour then I le brooke some paine But tell me gentle Turtle tell me truly The difference betwixt false Loue and true Sinceritie Turtle That shall I briefly if you le giue me leaue False loue is full of Enuie and Deceit With cunning shifts our humours to deceiue Laying downe poison for a sugred baite Alwayes in constant false and variable Delighting in fond change and mutable True loue is louing pure not to be broken But with an honest eye she eyes her louer Not changing variable nor neuer shoken With fond Suspition secrets to discouer True loue will tell no lies nor ne're dissemble But with a bashfull modest feare will tremble False loue puts on a Maske to shade her folly True loue goes naked wishing to be seene False loue will counterfeite perpetually True loue is Troths sweete emperizing Queeneâ— This is the difference true Loue is a iewell False loue hearts tyrant inhumane and cruell Phoenix What may we wonder at O where is learning Where is all difference twixt the good and bad Where is Apelles art where is true cunning Nay where is all the vertue may be had Within my Turtles bosome she refines More then some louing perfect true deuines Thou shalt not be no more the Turtle-Doue Thou shalt no more go weeping al alone For thou shalt be my selfe my perfect Loue Thy griefe is mine thy sorrow is my mone Come kisse me sweetest sweete O I do blesse This gracious luckie Sun-shine happinesse Turtlâ— How may I in all gratefulnesse requite This gracious fauor offred to thy seruant The time affordeth heauinesse not delight And to the times appoint wee le be obseruant Command O do commaund what ere thou wilt My hearts bloud for thy sake shall straight be spilt Phoenix Then I command thee on thy tender care And chiefe obedience that thou owst to me That thou especially deare Bird beware Of impure thoughts or vncleane chastity For we must wast together in that fire That will not burne but by true Loues desire Turtle A spot of that foule monster neare did staine These drooping feathers nor I neuer knew In what base filthy clymate doth remaine That spright incarnate and to tell you true I am as spotlesse as the purest whight Cleare without staine of enuy or despight Phâ—â—â—ix Then to yon next adioyning groue we 'le â—lye And gather sweete wood for to make our flame And in a manner sacrificingly Burne both our bodies to reuiue one name And in all humblenesse we will intreate The hot earth parching Sunne to lend his heate Turtle Why now my heart is light this very doome Hath banisht sorrow from my pensiue breast And in my bosome there is left no roome To set blacke melancholy or let him rest I le fetch sweete mirrhe to burne and licorice Sweete Iuniper and straw them ore with spice Phoâ—nix Pile vp the wood and let vs inuocate His great name that doth ride within his chariot And guides the dayes bright eye let 's nominate Some of his blessings that he well may wot Our faithfull seruice and humility Offer'd vnto his highest Deiety Great God Apollo for the tender loue Thou once didst beare to wilfull Phaeton That did desire thy chariots rule aboue Which thou didst grieue in hart to thinke vpon Send thy hot kindling light into this wood That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud â—â—rtle For thy sweet Daphnes sake thy best beloued And for the Harpe receiu'd of Mercury And for the Muses of thee fauored Whose gift of wit excels all exellency Send thy hot kindling fire into this wood That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud 〈◊〉 For thy sweet fathers sake great Iupiter That with his thunder-bolts commands the earth And for Latonas sake thy gentle mother That first gaue Phoebus glories liuely breath Send thy hot kindling light into this wood That shall receiue the Sacrifice of bloud Stay stay poore Turtle ô we are betraid Behind yon little bush there sits a spy That makes me blush with anger halfe afraid That in our motions secrecly would pry I will go chide with him and driue him thence And plague him for presumptions foule offence Turtlâ— Be not affraid it is the Pellican Looke how her yong-ones make her brest to bleed And drawes the bloud foorth do the best she can And with the same their hungry fancies feede Let her alone to vew our Tragedy And then report our Loue that she did see See beauteous Phoenix it begins to burne O blessed Phoebus happy happy light Now will I recompence thy great good turne And first deare bird I le vanish in thy sight And thou shalt see with what a quicke desire I le leape into the middle of the fire Phoenix Stay Turtle stay for I will first prepare Of my bones must the Princely Phoenix rise And i ft be possible thy bloud we le spare For none but for my sake dost thou despise This frailty of thy life ô liue thou still And teach the base deceitfull world Loues will â—urtle Haue I come hither drooping through the woods And left the springing groues to seeke for thee Haue I forsooke to bath me in the flouds And pin'd away in carefull misery Do not deny me Phoenix I must be A partner in this happy Tragedy Phâ—â—â—ix O holy sacred and pure perfect fire More pure then that ore which faire Dido mones More sacred in my louing kind desire Then that which burnt old Esons aged bones Accept into your euer hallowed flame Two bodies from the which may spring one name â—urtle O sweet perfumed flame made of those trees Vnder the which the Muses nine haue song The praise of vertuous maids in misteries To whom the faire fac'd Nymphes did often throng Accept my body as a Sacrifice Into your flame of whom one name may rise Phoenix O wilfulnesse see how with smiling cheare My poore deare hart hath flong himselfe to thrall Looke what a mirthfull countenance he doth beare Spreading his wings abroad and ioyes withall Learne thou corrupted world learne heare and see Friendships vnspotted true sincerity I come sweet Turtle and with my bright wings I will embrace thy burnt bones as they lye I hope of these another Creature springs That shall possesse both our authority I stay to long ô take me to your glory And thus I end the Turtle Doues true story Finis R. C. Pellican VVHat wondrous hart-grieuing spectacle Hast thou beheld the worlds true miracle With what a spirit did the Turtle flye Into the fire and chearfully did dye He look't more pleasant in his countenance Within the flame then when he did aduance His pleasant wings vpon the naturall ground True perfect loue had so his poore heart bound The Phoenix Natures deare adopted child With a pale heauy count'nance wan and mild Grieu'd for to see him first possesse the place That was allotted her her selfe
to grace And followes cheerfully her second turne And both together in that fire do burne O if the rarest creatures of the earth Because but one at once did ere take breath Within the world should with a second he A perfect forme of loue and amitie Burne both together what should there arise And be presented to our mortall eyes Out of the fire but a more perfect creature Because that two in one is put by Nature The one hath giuen the child inchaunting beautie The other giues it loue and chastitie The one hath giuen it wits rarietie The other guides the wit most charily The one for vertue doth excell the rest The other in true constancie is blest If that the Phoenix had bene separated And from the gentle Turtle had bene parted Loue had bene murdred in the infancie Without these two no loue at all can be Let the loue wandring wits but learne of these To die together so their griefe to ease But louers now adayes do loue to change And here and there their wanton eyes do range Not pleased with one choise but seeking many And in the end scarce is content with any Loue now adayes is like a shadowed sight That shewes it sâ—lfe in Phoâ—hus golden light But if in kindnesse you do striue to take it Fades cleane away and you must needs for sake it Louers are like the leaues with Winter shoken Brittle like glasse that with one fall is broken O fond corrupted age when birds shall show The world their dutie and to let men know That no sinister chaunce should hinder loue Though as these two did deaths arrest they proue I can but mourne with sadnesse and with griefe Not able for to yeeld the world reliefe To see these two consumed in the fire Whom Loue did copulate with true desire But in the worlds wide eare I meane to ring The fame of this dayes wondrous offring That they may sing in notes of Chastitie The Turtle and the Phoenix amitie Conclusion GEntle conceiuers of true meaning Wit Let good Experience iudge what I haue writ For the Satyricall fond applauded vaines Whose bitter worme-wood spirite in some straines Bite like the Curres of Aegypt those that loue them Let me alone I will be loth to moue them For why when mightie men their wit do proue How shall I least of all expect their loue Yet to those men I gratulate some paine Because they touch those that in art do faine But those that haue the spirit to do good Their whips will will neuer draw one drop of bloud To all and all in all that view my labour Of euery iudging sight I craue some fauour At least to reade and if you reading find A lame leg'd staffe t is lamenesse of the mind That had no better skill yet let it passe For burdnous lodes are set vpon an Asse From the sweet fire of perfumed wood Another princely Phoenix vpright stood Whose feathers purified did yeeld more light Then her late burned mother out of sight And in her heart restes a perpetuall loue Sprong from the bosome of the Turtle-Doue Long may the new vprising bird increase Some humors and some motions to release And thus to all I offer my deuotion Hoping that gentle minds accept my motion Finis R. C. Cantoes Alphabet-wise to faire Phoenix made by the Paphian Doue A. 1. A Hill a hill a Phoenix seekes a Hill A promontorie top a stately Mountaine A Riuer where poore soule she dippes her bill And that sweete siluer streame is Natures fountaine Accomplishing all pleasures at her will Ah be my Phoenix I will be thy Doue And thou and I in secrecie will loue B. 2. Blaze not my loue thou Herald of the day Blesse not the mountaine tops with my sweet shine Beloued more I am then thou canst say Blessed and blessed be that Saint of mine Balme honie sweet and honor of this Clime Blotted by things vnseene belou'd of many But Loues true motion dares not giue to any C. 3. Chastnesse farewell farewell the bed of Glorie Constraint adew thou art loues Enemie Come true Report make of my Loue a Storie Cast lots for my poore heart so thou enioy me Come come sweet Phoenix I at length do claime thee Chaste bird too chaste to hinder what is willing Come in mine armes and we le not sit a billing D. 4. Deuout obedience on my knees I profer Delight matcht with delight if thou do craue it Denie not gentle Phoenix my sweet offer Despaire not in my loue for thou shalt haue it Damne not the soule to woe if thou canst saue it Doues pray deuoutly O let me request Delicious loue to build within thy nest E. 5. Enuie is banisht do not thou despaire Euill motions tempt thee sooner then the good Enrich thy beautie that art fam'd for faire Euery thing 's silent to conioyne thy blood Esteeme the thing that cannot be withstood Esteeme of me and I will lend thee fire Euen of mine owne to fit thy sweet desire F. 6. Faint harted soule why dost thou die thy cheekes Fearfâ—ll of that which will reuiue thy sence Faith and obedience thy sweet mercy seekes Friends plighted war with thee I will commence Feare not at all t is but sweet Loues offence Fit to be done so doing t is not seene Fetcht from the ancient records of a Queene G. 7. Gold beautifying Phoenix I must praise thee Granut gracious heauens a delightsome Muse Giue me old Homers spirit and I le raise thee Gracious in thought do not my Loue refuse Great map of beauty make thou no excuse Gainst my true louing spirit do not carpe Grant me to play my Sonnet on thy Harpe H. 8. Health to thy vertues health to all thy beauty Honour attend thy steps when thou art going High heauens force the birds to owe thee duty Hart-groning care to thee still stands a woing Haue pitty on him Phoenix for so doing Helpe his disease and cure his malady Hide not thy secret glory least he die I. 9. I Loue ô Loue how thou abusest me I see the fire and warme me with the flame I note the errors of thy deity In Vestas honor Venus lusts to tame I in my humors yeeld thee not a name I count thee foolish 〈◊〉 Adultrous boy I touch the sweete but cannot tast the ioy K. 10. Kisses are true loues pledges kisse thy deare Turtle Keepe not from him the secrets of thy youth Knowledge he 'le teach thee vnder a greene spred Mirtle Kend shalt thou be of no man of my truth Know first the motion when the life ensueth Knocke at my harts dore I will be thy porter So thou wilt let me enter in thy dorter L. 11. Loue is my great Aduotrix at thy shrine Loue pleads for me and from my tongue doth say Lie where thou wilt my hart shall sleepe with thine Lamenting of thy beauty fresh as May Looke Phoenix to thy selfe do not decay Let me but water thy dead saplesse
hote Teame to tune our Lay. Nor will we beg of thee Lord of the Vine To raise our spirites with thy coniuring Wine In the greene circle of thy Iuy twine Pallas nor thee we call on Mankind Maide That at thy birth mad'st the poore Smith afraide Who with his Axe thy Fathers Mid-wife plaide Go crampe dull Mars light Venâ—s when he snorts Or with thy Tribade Trine inuent new sports Thou nor their loosenesse with our Making sorts Let the old Boy your sonne ply his old Taske Turne the stale Prologue to some painted Maske His Absence in our Verse is all we aske Hermes the cheater cannot mixe with vs Though he would steale his sisters Pegasus And rifle him or pawne his Petasus Nor all the Ladies of the Thespian Lake Though they were crusht into one forme could make A Beauty of that Merit that should take Our Muse vp by Commission No we bring Our owne true Fire Now our Thought takes wing And now an Epode to deepe eares we sing Epos NOt to know Vice at all and keepe true state Is Vertue and not Fate Next to that Vertue is to know Vice well And her blacke spight expell Which to effect since no breast is so sure Or safe but shee 'l procure Some way of entrance we must plant a guard Of Thoughts to watch and ward At th' Eye and Eare the Ports vnto the Mind That no strange or vnkind Obiect arriue there but the Heart our spie Giue knowledge instantly To wakefull Reason our Affections King Who in th'examining Will quickly taste the Treason and commit Close the close cause of it T is the securest Pollicie we haue To make our Sense our Slaue But this faire course is not embrac'd by many By many scarce by any For either our Affections do rebell Or else the Sentinell That shal ring larum to the Heart doth sleepe Or some great Thought doth keepe Backe the Intelligence and falsely sweares They 'r base and idle Feares Whereof the loyall Conscience so complaines Thus by these subtill traines Do seuerall Passions still inuade the Mind And strike our Reason blind Of which vsurping ranke some haue thought Loue The first as prone to moue Most frequent Tumults Horrors and Vnrests In our enflamed brests But this doth from their cloud of Error grow Which thus we ouerblow The thing they here call Loue is blind Desire Arm'd with Bow Shafts and Fire Inconstant like the Sea of whence 't is borne Rough swelling like a Storme With whome who sailes rides on the surge of Feare And boiles as if he were In a continuall Tempest Now true Louâ— No such effects doth proue That is an Essence most gentile and fine Pure perfect nay diuine It is a golden Chaine let downe from Heauen Whose linkes are bright and euen That fals like Sleepe on Louers and combines The soft and sweetest Minds In equal knots This beares no Brands nor Darts To murder different harts Bâ—t in a calme and God-like vnitie Preserues Communitie O who is he that in this peace enioyes Th' Elixir of all ioyes A Forme more fresh then are the Eden bowers And lasting as her flowers Richer then Time and as Times Vertue â—are Sober as saddest Care A fixed Thought an Eye vntaught to glance Who blest with such high chance Would at suggestion of a steepe Desire Cast himselfe from the spire Of all his Happinesse But soft I heare Some vicious Foole draw neare That cries we dreame and sweares there 's no such thing As this chaste Loue we sing Peace Luxurie thou art like one of those Who being at sea suppose Because they moue the Continent doth so No Vice we let thee know Though thy wild Thoughts with Sparrowes wings do flie Turtles can chastly die And yet in this t' expresse our selfe more cleare We do not number here Such Spirites as are onely continent Because Lusts meanes are spent Or those who doubt the common mouth of Fame And for their Place or Name Cannot so safely sinne Their Chastitie Is meere Necessitie Nor meane we those whom Vowes and Conscience Haue fild with Abstinence Though we acknowledge who can so abstaine Makes a most blessed gaine He that for loue of goodnesse hateth ill Is more Crowne-worthy still Then he which for sinnes Penaltie forbeares His Heart sinnes though he feares But we propose a person like our Doue Grac'd with a Phoenix loue A beauty of that cleare and sparkling Light Would make a Day of Night And turne the blackest sorrowes to bright ioyes Whose Od'rous breath destroyes All taste of Bitternesse and makes the Ayre As sweete as she is faire A Bodie so harmoniously composde As if Nature disclosde All her best Symmetrie in that one Feature O so diuine a Creature Who could be false too chiefly when he knowes How onely she bestowes The wealthy treasure of her Loue in him Making his Fortunes swim In the full floud of her admir'd perfection What sauage brute Affection Would not be fearefull to offend a Dame Of this excelling frame Much more a noble and right geâ—erous Mind To vertuous moodes enclin'd That knowes the weight of Guilt He will refraine From thoughts of such a straine And to his Sence obiect this Sentence euer Man may securely sinne but safely neuer Ben Iohnson The Phoenix Analysde NOw after all let no man Receiue it 〈◊〉 Fable If a Bird so amiable Do turne into a Woman Or by our Turtles Augure That Natures fairest Creature Proue of his Mistris Feature But a bare Type and Figure Ode 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 SPlendor O more then mortall For other formes come short all Of her illustrate brighâ—nesse As farre as Sinne 's from lightnesse Her wit as quicke and sprightfull As fire and more delightfull Then the stolne sports of Louers When night thei◠〈…〉 Iudgement adornd with Learning Doth shine in her discerning Cleare as a naked vestall Closde in an orbe of Christall Her breath for sweete exceeding The Phoenix place of breeding But mixt with sound transcending All Nature of commending Alas then whither wade I In thought to praise this Ladie When seeking her renowning My selfe am so neare drowning Retire and say Her Graces Are deeper then their Faces Yet shee 's nor nice to shew them Nor takes she pâ—ide to know them Ben Iohnson FINIS This Alfâ—ed first deuided England into Shires being King of Noâ—thumbâ—rs Alfred buried in the Cathedrall Church of VVinchester The Vniuersity of Oxford built by Alfred This Sore is a Riuâ—r that runneth by Leicester called of some Brenber vvater In this Citie were tâ—ree famous Churches one of S. Iulius the Martyr the second of S. Aron and the other the mother Church of all Demetia This Belin also buildâ—d a notable Gate in London now called Billings gate Belins Castle Lud father tâ— Baldud a man well seen in the Sciences of Astronomie and Necromancie This Baldud sonne of Lud-Hurdibras made first the hot Baths at Caerbran now called Bathe He also repaired the Citie of Caer lâ—on