Sweet singing courtly dauncing curious loue A rich remembrance vertuous nurrishing For sacred care of heauenly things For voyces sweetnesse musickes notes aboue When she deuinely speakes or sings Cleio dismount Euterpe silent bee Thalia for thy purple put on sack-cloath Sing hoarse Melpomine with Ioues Harpies three Terpsichore breake of thy galliard daunces Leaue Erato thy daliance court in black-cloath Thy prayses Polymneia she inhaunces For heauenly zeale Vrania she outreacheth Pleade not Calliope sing not to thy Lute Ioue and Mnemosine both be mute Whilst my Parthenophe your daughters teacheth MADRIGALL 10. Thou scal'd my fort blind Captaine of conceite But you sweet mistresse entred at the breach There you made hauocke of my hart There you to triumph did my tyrant teach Beware he knowes to winne you by deceit Those Iuory walles cannot endure his dart That turret fram'd with heauens rare art Immur'd with whitest porphyre and inset With roses cheeking natures pride of Rubye Those two true Diamōds which their windows frette Arch't with pure gold yet mourne in sable shade Warne not these that in daunger you bee Vanquish her little tyrant I will true bee And tho she will not yeeld to mee Yet none could thrall my hart but shee MADRIGALL 11. Thine eyes mine heauen which harbour louely rest And with their beames all creatures cheare Stoule from mine eyes there cleare And made mine eyes dimme myrrouldes of vnrest And from her lillye forhead smooth and plaine My front his withered sorrowes tooke And through her grace his grace forsooke From soft cheekes rosie redde My cheekes their leanesse and this pallid staine The golden penne of natures booke For her tong that taske vndertooke Which to the graces secretorie ledde And sweetest muses with sweet musicke fedde Inforc'd my muse in tragique tunes to sing But from her harts hard frozen string Mine hart his tendernesse and heare possest MADRIGALL 12. Like to the mountaines are mine high desiers Leuell to thy loues highest point Grounded on faith which thy sweet grace requiers For springs teares rise in endlesse sourse For sommers flowers loues fancies I appoint They trees with stormes tost out of course Figure my thoughtes still blasted with dispaire Thunder lightning and hayle Make his trees mourne thy frownes make me bewayle This onely diffrence here fier there snowes are SONNET LIII Why do I draw my breath vaine sighes to feede Since all my sighes be breathed out in vayne Why be these eyes the condnictes whence proceede These ceaselesse teares which for your sake do rayne Why do I write my woes and writing greeue To thinke vpon them and their sweet contriuer Begging some comfort which mighe me releeue When the remembrance is my cares reuiuer Why do I sew to kisse and kisse to loue And loue to be tormented not beloued Can neither sighes nor teares my sorrowes moue By lynes or wordes nor will they be remoued Then tyre not tyrant but on mine hart tyer That vnconsum'd I burne in my desier SONNET LIIII When I was yong indewd'd with natures graces I stoule blind loues strong bow and golden arrowes To shoote at redbrestes goldfinches and sparrowes At shrew'd gyrles and at boyes in other places I shot when I was vexed with disgraces I perc't no skinne but melted vp their marrowes How many boyes and gyrles wish't mine embraces How many prayz'd my fauour boue all faces But once Parthenophe by thy sweet side sitting Loue had espyed me in a place most fitting Betray'd by thine eyes beames which makes blind see He shot at me and said for thine eyes light This daring boy that durst vsurpe my right Take him a wounded slaue to loue and thee SONNET LV. Nymphes which in bewtie mortall creatures staine And Satyres which none but faire Nymphes beholde They to the Nymphes and Nymphes to them complaine And each in spight my mistresse bewtie tolde Till soundely sleeping in a myrtle groue A want on Satyre had espyed her there Who deeming she was dead in all hast stroue To fetch the Nymphes which in the forestes were They flocking fast in triumph of her death Lightly beheld and deeming she was dead Nymphes sang and Satyres daunced out of breath VVhilest Satyres with the Nymphes la voultaes lead My mistresse did awake then they which came To scorne her bewtie ran away for shame SONNET LVI The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende The leaden plummets sliding to the ground My thoughtes which to darke melancholye bend The rowling wheeles which turne swift howers round Thine eyes Parthenophe my fancies guide The watch continually which keepes his stroake By whose oft turning euery hower doth slide Figure the sighes which from my lyuer smoake VVhos 's oft inuasions finish my liues date The watchman which each quarter strikes the bell Thy loue which doth each part exanimate And in each quarter strikes his forces fell That hammer and great bell which endes each hower Death my lifes victor sent by thy loues power SONNET LVII Thy bewtie is the sunne which guides my day And with his beames to my worldes life geues light VVith whose sweet fauour all my fancies play And as byrdes singing still inchant my sight But when I seeke to get my loues cheefe pleasure Her frownes are like the night ledde by the lampe Of Phoebes chast desiers whilest without leasure Graces like starres through all her face encampe Then all my fancies byrdes lye whisht for feare Soone as her frownes procure there shadie sorrow Sauing mine hart which secret shot doth beare And nature from the Nighting all doth borrow VVhich from lamentes because he will not rest Hath loues thorne prickle pointed at his brest SONNET LVIII Fayre Clytie doth florish with the spring And eft soones withered like thy golden heare And Ioes vyolettes grow florishing But soone defac'd which thine eyes semblance beare Anemone with hyacinthe springs pryde Like to thy bewtie loose their louely glosse So will thy cheekes with graces bewtified Returne to wrinckles and to natures drosse Roses as from thy lippes sweet odours send Which herbes in them whilst iuyce and vertues rest From some diseases rigour life defend These as thy selfe once withred men detest Then loue betimes these withered flowers of yore Reuiue thy bewtie lost returnes no more SONNET LIX Ah me sweet bewtie lost returnes no more And how I feare thine hart fraught with disdaine Dispaier of her disdayne castes doubt before And makes me thus of mine harts hope complaine Ah me nor mine harts hope nor helpe dispaier Auoyde my fancie fancies vtter bayne My woes cheefe worker cause of all my cayer Auoyde my thoughtes that hope may me restor◅ To mine hartes heauen and happinesse againe Ah wilt thou not but still depresse my thought Ah mistresse if thy bewtie this hath wrought That proude disdainefulnesse shall in the rayne Yet thinke when in thy for head wrinckles bee Men will disdaine thee then as thou doest mee SONNET LX. Whilst some the Troiane warres in verse recount And all the
Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes Madrigals Elegies and Odes To the right noble and vertuous gentleman M. William Percy Esquier his deerest friend To the Learned Gentlemen Readers The Printer GEntlemen these laboures followinge beeinge come of late into my handes barely without title or subscription partly moued by certain of my deere friends but especially by the worth excellency of the worke I thought it well deseruing my labour to participate them to your iudiciall viewes where for both varieties of conceites and sweete Poesie you shall doubtlesse finde that which shall be most commendable and woorth your readinge the Author though at the first vnknowne yet enforced to accorde to certaine of his friendes importunacy herein to publish them by their meanes and for their sakes vnwilling as it seemeth to acknowledge them for their leuity till he haue redeemed them with some more excellent worke hereafter till when he requesteth your fauourable and indifferent censures of these his ouer youthfull Poemes submitting them to your friendly patronages Farewell this of May 1593. GO barstard Orphan packe thee hence And seeke some straunger for defence Now ginnes thy basenesse to be knowne Nor dare I take thee for mine owne Thy leuity shal be discried But if that any haue espied And question with thee of thy Sire Or Mistrisse of his vaine desire Or aske the place from whence thou came Deny thy Sire Loue Place and Name And if I chance vnwares to meete thee Neither acknowledge mee nor greete mee Admit I blush perchance I shall Passe by regard me not at all Be secrete wise and circumspect And modesty sometimes affect Some goodman that shall thinke thee witty Will be thy patrone and take pitty And when some men shall call thee base He for thy sake shall him disgrace Then with his countenance backt thou shalt Excuse the nature of thy fault Then if some laddes when they goe by Thee bastard call giue them thely So get thee packing and take heede And though thou goe in beggars weede Heereafter when I better may I 'le send reliefe some other day SONNETS SONNET I. MYstrisse behold in this true-speaking Glasse Thy beauties Graces of all women rarest Where thou maist finde how largely they surpasse And staine in glorious louelynesse the fayrest But read sweete Mistrisse and behold it neerer Pondring my sorrowes outrage with some pitty Then shalt thou finde no worldly creature deerer Then thou to me thy selfe in each Loue ditty But in this mirrhor equally compare Thy match-lesse beauty with mine endlesse griefe There like thy selfe none can be found so faire Of chiefest paines there are my paines the chiefe Betwixt these both this one doubt thou shalt finde Whether are here extreamest in their kinde SONNET II. Whiles with strong chaines of hardy-tempered steele I bound my thoughtes still gadding fast and faster When they through time the diffrences did feele Betwixt a mistrisse seruice and a maister Keeping in bondage iealously enthralled In prisons of neglect his natures mildenesse Him I with sollitary studies walled By thraldome choaking his out-rageous wildnesse On whome my carefull thoughtes I set to watche Guarding him closely least he should out-issue To seeke thee Laya who still wrought to catch And traine my tender boy that could not misse-you So you bewitcht him once when he did kisse-you That by such sleightes as neuer were found out To serue your turne he dayly went about SONNET III. He when continuall vigill mou'd my watche Some-deale by chance with carefull guarde to slumber The prisons keyes from them did slowly snatche Which of the fiue were onely three by nomber The first was Sight by which he searcht the wardes The next was Hearing quickly to perceiue Least that the watch-men heard which were his guardes Third Touch which Vulcanes cunning could deceiue These tho the Springes Wardes Boultes or Gimbols were The Miracles of Vulcanes forgery Laide open all for his escape now there The watch-men grin'd for his impiety What crosses bred this contrariety That by these keyes my thoughtes in chaines be left And by these keyes I of myne hart bereft SONNET IIII. Laya soone sounding out his nature throughly Found that he was a Louely Virgin Boy Causelesse why did thou then deale with him roughly Nor yet content with him sometime to toy But iealouse kept least he should runne from thee Whome if thou kindely meant to Loue 't was needelesse Doubting least that he should runne backe to mee If of him any deale thou didst stand heedelesse Thou coop'st him in thy Clossets secret Corners And then thy heartes deere play-fellow didst make him Whome thou in person guardedst least suborners Should worke his freelidge or in secrete take him And to this instant neuer would forsake him Since for softe seruice slauish bondes bee change Why didst thou from thy iealouse maister range SONNET V. It chaunced after that an youthfull squier Such as in courting could the crafty guise Beheld light Laya shee with fresh desier Hoping th' atchieuement of some richer prise Drew to the Courtier who with tender kisse As are their guilefull fashions which dissemble First him saluted then with forged blisse Of doubtlesse hope sweete wordes by pause did tremble So whiles shee sleightly gloas'd with her new pray Mine hartes eye tending his false mistrisse traine Vnyoak't himselfe closely scap't away And to Parthenophe did poast amaine For liberall pardon which she did obtaine And iudge Parthenophe for thou canst tell That his escape from Laya pleas'd mee well SONNET VI. Him when I caught what chaines had I prouided What fetters had I fram'd what lockes of reason What keyes of continence had I deuised Impatient of the breach gainst any treason But faire Parthenophe did vrge me still To liberall pardon for his former fault Which out alas preuailed with my will Yet mou'd I bondes least he should make default Which willingly shee seem'd to vndertake And saide as I am virgine I will bee His bale for this offence if he make An other such vagare take of mee A pawne for more assurance vnto thee Your Loue to me quoth I your pawne shall make So that for his default I forfeit take SONNET VII Her Loue to mee shee foorthwith did impawne And was content to set at liberty My trembling hart which straight began to fawne Vpon his mistrisse kindely curtesy Not many dayes were past when like a wanton He secretly did practise to depart And to Parthenophe did send a Canton Where with sighes accentes he did loues impart And for because she daign'd him that great signe Of gentle fauours in his kinde release Hee did conclude all duety to resigne To faire Parthenophe which doth encrease These woes nor shall my rest-lesse muses cease For by her of mine heart am I depriued And by her my first sorrowes heate reuiued SONNET VIII Then to Parthenophe with all post hast As full assured of the pawne fore pledged I made and with these wordes disordred plac'd Smooth tho with furies sharp
out-rages edged Quoth I fayre mistres did I set mine hart At libertie and for that made him free That you should arme him for another start Whose certaine bale you promised to bee Tush quoth Parthenophe before he goe I 'le be his bale at last and doubt it not Why then said I that morgage must I shoe Of your true-loue which at your hands I got Ay me she was and is his bale I wot But when the morgage should haue cur'd the soare She past it of by deede of gift before SONNET IX So did Parthenophe release myne hart So did she robbe me of myne harts rich threasure Thus shall she be his bale before they part Thus in her loue she made me such hard measure Ay me nor hope of mutuall loue by leasure Nor any type of my poore harts release Remaines to me how shall I take the ceasure Of her loues forfeture which tooke such peace Combyned with a former loue then cease To vexe with sorrowes and thy greefes encrease T is for Parthenophe thou sufferst smart Wyl'de natures wound not curable with art Then cease with choking sighes and hart-swolln throbbes To draw thy breath broke of with sorrowes sobbes SONNET X. Yet giue me leaue since all my ioyes be perisht Hartlesse to moane for my poore harts departire Nor should I mourne for him if he were cherisht Ah no! she keepes him like a slauish martyre Ah me since mercylesse she made that chartyre Sealed with waxe of stedfast continence Sign'd with those hands which neuer can vnwrite it Writ with that penne which by preheminence To sure confirmes whatseuer was inditit What skilles to weare thy gyrdle or thy gartyre When other armes shall thy small wast imbrace How great a wast of mynde and bodies weale Now meltes my soule I to thine eyes appeale If they thy tyrant champions owe me grace SONNET XI Why didst thou then in such disfigured guize Figure the pourtraict of myne ouerthro Why manlike didst thou meane to tyrannize No man but woman would haue sinned so Why then in humaine and my secret foe Didst thou betray me yet would be a woman From my cheef wealth out weauing me this woe Leauing thy loue in pawne till time did come on When that thy trustlesse bondes were to be tryed And when through thy default I thee did sommon Into the court of stedfast loue then cryed As it was promist here standes his harts bale And if in bondes to thee my loue be tyed Then by those bondes take forfect of the sale MADRIGALL 1. Oh powers coelestiall with what sophistrie Tooke she delight to blancke my hart by sorrow And in such Riddels act my tragoedie Making this day for him for me to morrow Where shall I Sonnets borrow Where shall I finde brests sides and tong Which my great wrongs might to the world dispence Where my defence My Phisicke where for how can I liue long That haue forgone myne hart I 'le steale from hence From restlesse soules myne Hymnes frō seas my teares From windes my sighes from cōcaue rockes and steele My sides and voyces Echo reedes which feele Calme blastes still-mouing which the shepheard beares For waylefull plaints my tong shall be The land vnknowne to rest and comfort me MADRIGALL 2. Might not this be for mans more certaintie By natures lawes enactit That those which do true meaning falsifie Making such bargaines as were precontractit Should forfect freelidge of loues ◅enancie Tot'h plaintiffe greeu'd if he exact it Thinke on my loue thy faith yet hast thou crakt it Nor nature reason loue nor faith can wake thee To pitie me my prisoned hart to pitie Sighes no fit incense nor my plaintes can make thee Thy nose from sauour and thine eares from sound Stopt'e and obturate nought could shake thee Thinke on when thou such pleasure found To read my lynes and reading terme them wittie Whiles lines for loue and braynes for bewtie witlesse I for thee feuer-schor't yet thou still fitlesse SONNET XII Vext with th'assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie I restlesse on thy fauors meditate And tho dispare full loue sometime my suite tye Vnto these fagottes figures of my state Which bound with endlesse lyne by leasure wate That happy moment of your hartes reply Yet by those lynes I hope to finde the gate Which through loues laberinth shall guide me right Whiles vnacquainted exercise I try Sweete solitude I shunne my lifes cheef light And all because I would forget thee quite And working that me thinke it 's such a sinne As I take penne and paper for to write Thee to forget that leauing I beginne SONNET XIII When none of these my sorrowes would aledge I sought to finde the meanes how I might hate thee Then hatefull curiousnesse I did in wedge Within my thoughtes which euer did awaite thee I fram'd myne eyes for an vniuste controllment And myne vnbrydled thoughtes because I dare not Seeke to compell did pray them take enroulment Of natures faultes in her and equall spare not They search't and found her eyes were sharpe and fierie A moule vpon her forhead colour'd pale Her haire disordred browne and crisped wyerye Her cheekes thinne speckled with a sommers male This tolde men ween'd it was a pleasing tale Her to disgrace and make my follies fade And please it did but her more gracious made MADRIGALL 3. Once in an arbour was my mistresse sleeping With rose and woodbind wouen Whose person thousand graces had in keeping Where for myne hart her harts hard flint was clouen To keepe him safe behind stood pertly peepin ge Poore Cupid softly creepinge And draue small birdes out of the myrtle bushes Scar'd with his arrowes who sate cheeping On euery sprigge whom Cupid c◅lles and hushes Frō branch to brāch whiles I poore soule sate weeping To see her breathe not knowing Incense into the cloudes and blesse with breath The wyndes and ayre whiles Cupid vnderneath With birdes with songes nor any posies throwing Could her awake Each noyse sweete lullaby was for her sake MADRIGALL 4. There had my Zeuxes places and time to draw My mistresse pourtraict which on platane table With nature matching colours as he saw Her leaning on her elbow tho not able He gan with vermil gold white and sable To shadow forth and with a skilfull knuckle Liuely set out my fortunes fable On lippes a rose on hand an hony-suckle For nature fram'd that arbour in such orders That roses did with woodbynes buckle Whose shadow trembling on her louely face He left vnshadow'd there arte lost his grace And that white lillie leafe with fringed borders Of Angels gold vayled the skyes Of myne heauens hierarchie which clos'd her eyes SONNET XIIII Then him controlling that he left vndonne Her eyes bright circle thus did answ◅re make Restes mist with siluer cloude had clos'd her Sunne Nor could he draw them till she weare awake Why then quoth I were not these leaues darke shade Vpon her cheekes depainted as you see them Shape of
a shadow can not well be made Was answer'd for shades shadowes none can eye them 〈◊〉 â—…on proues 〈◊〉 argument for me That my greefes image I can not set out Which might with liuely coloures blazed be Wherefore since nought can bring the meanes about That thou my sorrowes cause should vewe throughout Thou wilt not pitie me but this was it Zeuxes had neither skill nor colours fit SONNET XV. Where or to whom then shall I make complaint By guilefull wyles of myne hartes guide depriued With rightes iniustice and vnkind constraint Barr'd from her loues which my desertes atchiued This though thou sought to choake farre more reuiued Within myne hartlesse brest left almost fencelesse Oh make exchange surrender thine for myne Least that my body voyde of guide be fencelesse So shalt thou pawne to me signe for a signe Of thy sweete conscience when I shall resigne Thy loues large Charter and thy bondes againe Oh but I feare myne hopes be voyde or mencelesse No course is left which might thy loues attaine Whether with sighes I sewe or teares complaine SONNET XVI Yea that accursed deede before insealed Is argument of thy first constancie Which if thou hadst to me before reuealed I had not pleaded in such feruencie Yet this delightes and makes me triumph much That myne hart in her body lyes imprisoned For mongst all bay-crown'd conquerors no such Can make the slauish captiue bost him conquered Except Parthenophe whose fiery gleames Like Ioues swift lightning rageth which rockes pearseth Heating them in-lye with his soddeyne beames And secret golden mynes with melting searâ—…eth Eft-soones with cannon his drad rage rehearseth Yet nought seemes scortched in apparant sight So first she secret burnt then did affright SONNET XVII How then succeedeth that amid this woe Where reasons sence doth from my soule denide By these vaine lines my fittes be specified Which from their endlesse Ocean dayly floe Where was it borne whence did this humour groe Which long obscur'd with melancholyes mist Inspires my gyddie braynes vnpurified So liuely with sound reasons to persist In framing tunefull Elegies and Hymnes For her whose name my Sonnets note so â—…rimmes That nought but her chast name so could assist And my muse in first tricking out her lymmes Found in her liuelesse shadow such delight That yet she shadowes her when as I write SONNET XVIII Write write helpe helpe sweet muse and neuer cease In endlesse labours pennes and papers tyer Vntill I purchase my long-wish't desier Braynes with my reason neuer rest in peace Wast breathlesse wordes and breathfull sighes increase Till of my woes remorsefull you espye her Till she with me be burnt in equall fier I neuer will from labour wittes release My sences neuer shall in quiet rest Till thou be pitifull and loue alike And if thou neuer pitie my distresses Thy crueltie with endlesse force shall strike Vpon my witts to ceaselesse writs addrest My cares in hope of some reuenge this lesses SONNET XIX Imperious Ioue with sweet lipp'd Mercurie Learned Minerua Phoebus god of light Vain-swelling Bacchus Venus queene of bewtie With light foote Phoebe lampe of silent night These haue with diuerse dieties beside Borrow'd the shapes of many a mortall creature But faire Parthenophe grac'd with the pride Of each of these sweet Queene of louely feature As tho she were with pearle of all their skill By heauens cheefe nature garnished she knittes In wrath Ioues forehead with sweet noting quill She matcheth Mercurie Mineruaes wittes In goldie-lockes bright Tytan Bacchus syttes In her hauds conduict pypes sweet Venus face Dianaes legge the tyrian buskines grace SONNET XX. These eyes thy bewties tenants pay dew teares For ocupation of myne hart thy free hold In tenour of loues seruice if thou behold With what exaction it is helde through feares And yet thy rentes extorted dayly beares Thou would not thus consume my quiets gold And yet thr couetous thou be to make Thy bewtie rich with renting me so roughlie And at such sommes thou neuer thought doest take But still consumes me then thou doest misguide all Spending in sport for which I wrought so toughlie When I had felt all torture and had tryed all And spent my stocke through streane of thine extortion Of that I had but good hopes for my portion SONNET XXI Yea but vncertaine hopes are anchors feeble When such faint-harted pilates guide my shippes Of all my fortunes ballist with hard peeble Whose doubtfull viadge proues not worth two chippes If when but one darke cloud shall dimme the skie The cables of hopes happinesse be cut When barke with thoughtes drown'd marriners shall lye Prest for the whirle poole of greefes endlesse glutte If well thou meane Parthenophe then rauishe Mine hart with doubtlesse hope of mutuall loue If otherwise then let thy tong runne lauishe For this or that am I resoulu'd to proue And both or either extasie shall moue Me rauish't end with surfet of releefe Or sencelesse daunted dye with soddeine greefe SONNET XXII From thine harts euer burning vestall fier The torch-light of two sunnes is norisht still Which in milde compasse still surmouuting hyer There orbes with circled harmonie fulfill Whose rowling wheeles runne on Meridian line And turning the turne backe the mistie night Report of which cleare wonder did incline Mine eyes to gaze vpon that vncouth light On it till I was sun-burnt did I gaze Which with a feruent agonie possest me Then did I sweate and swelt mine eyes daze Till that a burniug feuer had opprest me Which made me faint no Phisicke hath represt me For I trye all yet for to make me sound Ay me no grasse nor Phisicke may be found SONNET XXIII When with the dawning of my first delight The day light of loues delycasie mou'd me Then from my heauens disdainfull starrie light The moone-light of her chastitie reprou'd me Her forheads threatfull cloudes from hope remou'd me Till midnight rear'd on the mid-noctiall line Her hart whiles pities sleight had vndershou'd me Then did I force her downward to decline Till dawning day light chearefully did shine And by such happie reuolution drew Her mornings blush to ioyfull smiles encline And now Meridian heate dries vp my dewe There rest faire Planets stay bright orbes of heauen Still smiling at my dyall past eleuen SONNET XXIIII These mine hart-eating eyes doe neuer gaze Vpon thy sonnes harmonious marble wheeles But from these eyes through force of thy sunnes blaze Raine teares continuall whiles my faithes true steeles Tempred on anueile of thine harts could flint Strikes marrow-melting fier into mine eyes The tinder whence my passions doe not stint As matches to those sparkles which arise Which when the taper of mine hart is lighted â—…ke Salamanders nurrish in the flame 〈◊〉 the loues with my new torch delighted A wâ—…e like knattes did florish in the same But burnt their winges nor anyway could frame To flye from thence since Ioues proud byrd that beares His thunder veu'd my sunne but shed
were full Of pleasures bewtie dew'd with Aprill showers My sommer loue whose buddes were bewtifull Youthfull desiers with heates vnmercifull Parched whose seedes when haruest time was come Weare eares against my suites obturate With sheaues of scorne bouÌ„d vp which did bènumme Mine heate with greef yet made her hart indurate Oh chast desiers which hel'd her hart immurate In wall 's of Adamante vnfoyled My winter spent in showers of sorrowes teares Haylestones of hatred frostes of feares My braunches bar'de of pleasure and despoiled MADRIGALL 8. Why am I thus in mynde and body wounded Oh mynde and body mortall and deuine On what sure rocke is your forte grounded On death Ah no for at it you repine Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine Will liue tho shadowlike that men astounded At their Anatomies when they shall vewe it May pitifull rewe it Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine Oh yet much mercilesse That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it And tho she still rest pitylesse Yet at her bewtie will I wonder Though sweet graces past repeate Neuer appeare but when the threate Fiering my secret hart with darâ—…e and thunder SONNET XLIIII Oh dart and thunder whose fierce violence Surmounting Rhetorickes dart and thunder boultes Can neuer be seâ—… out in eloquence Whose might all mettles masse a sonder moultes Where be they famous Prophetes of ould Greece Those anchiant Romaine Poetes of acompt Musaeus which went for the Golden Fleece With Iason and did Heroes loues recompt And thou sweet Naso with thy golden vearse Whose louely spirite rauish't Caesars daughter And that sweet Tuskane Petrarke which did pearse His Laura with loue Sonnets when he saught her Where be these all that all these might haueÌ„ taught her That sainctes deuine are knowne sainctes by their mercy And sainctlike bewtie should not rage with pearse eye SONNET XLV Sweet bewties rose in whose fayre purple leaues Loues Queene in richest ornament doth lye Whose graces were they not too sweet and hye Might here be seen but since their sight bereaues All sences he that endlesse bottome weaues Which did Penelope who that shall trye Then wonder and in admiration dye At nature-passing natures holy frame Her bewtie thee reuiues thy muse vpheaues To draw coelestiall spirite from the skyes To prayse the worke and worker whence it came This spirite drawne from heauen of thy fayre eyes Whose guilded cognissance left in mine hart Shewes me thy faithfull seruant to my smart SONNET XLVI Ah pearse-eye pearsing eye and blazing light Of thunder thunderblazes burning vppe Oh sunne sunne-melting blind and dazing sight Ah hart downe driuing hart and turning vppe Oh matchlesse bewtie bewties bewtie stayning Sweet damaske rose bud Venus rose of roases Ah fronte Imperious deuties deutie gayning Yet threatfull cloudes did still incloase and cloases Oh lillye leaues when Iuno lillyes leaues In wondring at her coloures grayne distayned Voyce which rockes voyce and mountaines cleaues In sonder at my loues with payne complained Eye lihtning Sunne hart bewties bane vnfained Oh damaske rose proude forhead lillye voyce Ah partiall fortune sore chance fillye choyce SONNET XLVII Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead And since thou hast it in his tables read Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades Returne deare hart and me to mine restore Ah let me thee possesse returne to mee I finde no meanes deuoyde of skill and artlesse Thether returne where thou triumph't before Let me of him but repossessor bee And when thou giues to me mine hart againe Thy selfe thou doest bestow for thou art shee Whom I call hart and of whom I complaine SONNET XLVIII I wish no rich refinde Arabian gold Nor Orient Indian pearle rare natures wonder No Diamondes th' Aegiptian surges vnder No Rubyes of America deare sold Nor Saphyres which rich Affrike sandes ensold Treasures far distant from this Isle a sender Barbarian Iuories in contempt I hold But onely this this onely Venus graunt That I my sweet Pathenophe may get Her heires no grace of golden wyers want Pure pearles with perfect Rubines are in set True Dyamondes in eyes Saphires in vaynes Nor can I that soft Iuory skinne forget England in one small subiect such containes SONNET XLIX Coole coole in waues thy beames intollerable O sunne no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather By law nor nature sier but rebell rather Foole foole these labours are inextricable A burthen whose weight is importable A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her A fortresse whose force is impregnable From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares oh teares Quench quench mine heate or with your soueraintie Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares oh feares Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble SONNET L. So warble out your tragique notes of sorrow Blacke harpe of liuer-pyning melancholie Blacke humor patrone of my fancies folie Meere folies which from fancies fier borrow Hot fier which burnes day night midnight and morrow Long morning which prolonges my sorrowes solie And euer ouerules my passions wholie So that my fortune where it first made forrow Shall there remaine and euer shall it plowe The bowels of mine hart mine harts hot bowells And in their forrowes sow the seedes of loue Which thou didst sow and newly spring vp now And make me write vayne wordes no wordes but vowells For nought to me good consonant would proue SONNET LI. Lame consonants of member-vowells robbed What perfect-sounding wordes can you compose Wherein you might my sorrowes flame disclose Can you frame mamed wordes as you had throbbed Can you with sighes make signes of passions sobbed Or can your characters make sorrowes showes Can liquids make them I with teares make those But for my teares with taunts and frumpes am bâ—…bbed Could mutes procure good wordes mute would I bee But then who should my sorrowes image paint No consonants or mutes or liquids will Set out my sorrowes tho with greefe I faint If with no letter but one vowell should bee An A. with H. my Sonnet would fulfill SONNET LII Me thought Calliope did from heauen discendâ—… To sing fayre mistresse thy sweet bewties 〈◊〉 Thy sweet enchanting voyce did Orpheus râ—…e Who with his harpe which downe the gods did sende Coelestiall coneorde to the voyce did lende His musicke all wild beastes so did amaze That they submissiue thy lookes did bende Hilles trees townes bridges from their places wende Hopping and dancing all they windes be still And listen whiles the Nightingalles fulfill With Larkes and Thrushes all defectes of pleasure Springs sang thy prayses in a murmur shill Whiles I inrag'd with musicke out of traunce Like Bacchus preeste did in thy presence daunce MADRIGALL 9. For glorie pleasure and fayre florishing
this creaste her power abroad is knowne These armes she beareth in the field of loue By bloudy colours where loues wrath is showne But in kinde passion mylder then the doue Her goodly siluer ensigne she displayes Semi de roses at whose louely sight All louers are subdued and vanquisht prayse Those glorious colours vnder which they fight I by these armes her captiue thrall was made And to those colours in that field betray'de SONNET XCI These bitter gustes which vexe my troubled seas And moue with force my sorrowes floudes to flowe My fancies shippe tost here and there by these Still floates in daunger raunging too and froe How feares my thoughtes swift pynnace thine hard rocke Thine harts hard rocke least thou mine hart his pylate Together with him selfe shouldrashely knocke And being quite dead-stricken then should cry late Ah me to late to thy remorselesse selfe Now when thy mercies all been banished And blowne vpon thine hard rockes ruthlesse shelfe My soule in sighes is spent and vanished Be pittyfull alas and take remorse Thy bewtie too much practiseth his force SONNET XCII VVilt thou know wonders by thy bewtie wrought Behold not seene an endlesse burning fier Offancies fuell kindled with a thought VVithout a flame yet still inflamed hyer Noflames appearance yet continuall smoake Drawne coole to kindle breath'd out hot agayne Two dy'mondes which this secret fier proucke Making two christalls with their heate to rayne A skinne where bewteous graces reste at ease Atongue whose sweetnesse mazes all the muses And yet an hart of marble match't with these A tongue besides which sweet replyes refuses These wonders by thy bewtie wrought alone Through thy proude eye which made thine hart astone SONNET XCIII Begges loue which whilome was a dyetie I list no such proude beggars at my gate For almes he mongst cold Arctique folke doth wate And sunne-burnt Moores in contrarietie Yet sweates nor freezes more then is it pietie To be remorse-full at his bare estate His reach he racketh at an higher rate He ioynes with proudest in societie His eyes are blind for-sooth and men must pittie A naked poore boy which doth no man harme He is not blind such beggar boyes be wittie For he markes hittes and woundes harts with his arme Nor coldest North can stoppe his naked race For where he comes he warmeth euery place SONNET XCIIII Foorth from mine eyes with full-tide flowes a riuer And in thine eyes two sparkling chrisolytes Mine eyes still couet to behold those lightes Thine eye still fill'd with arrowes is loues quiuer Through mine eye thine eyes fier inflames my lyuer Mine eyes in hart thine eyes cleare fancies write Thus is thine eye to me my fancies giuer Which from thine eyes to mine eyes take their flight Then pearce the secret center of my harte And feede my fancies with inflamed fewell This onely greeues myne eyes had not that arte Thine to transpearce thy nature was so cruell But eyes and fancies in this triumph make That they were blind and raging for her sake SONNET XCV Thou bright beame-spreading loues thrise happy starre Th'arcadian shepheard Astrophill's cleare guide Thou that on swift wing'd Pegasus doest ride Auroraes harbenger surpassing farre Aurora caried in her rosie carre Bright Planet teller of cleare euening-tide Starre of all starres fayre fauor'd nightes cheese pride Which day from night and night from day doest barre Thou that hast worldes of harts with thine eyes glaunce To thy loues pleasing bondage taken thrall Behold where graces in loues circles daunce Of two cleare starres out-sparkling Planettes all For starres her bewties arrow bearers bee Then be the subiectes and superiour shee SONNET XCVI The sunne in Pisces Venus did intende To see sicke Flora whose soyle since by kinde Tytan to th' Antipod's his beames resign'de No pleasant flowers to welcome her did sende To whom for neede Parthenophe did lende At natures suite rich Helioch rise which shyn'de In her fayre heare white lillyes which combyn'de Which her high-smoothed browes which bent loue bende Violettes from eyes sweet blushing eglantine From her cleare checkes and from her lippes sweet roases Thus Venus paradice was made deuine VVhich such as nature in my Ladye cloases Then since with her loues Queene was glorified VVhy was not my sweet Lady diefied SONNET XCVII Oh why should enuie with sweet loue consorte But that with loues excesse seuen sinnes vnite Pride that in high respect of my delight I scorne all others Lust that with disporte In thought of her I sometimes take comfort VVrath that with those in secret hart I fight Which smile on her and enuie that I spight Such meates and wines as to her lippes resorte And tuch that tongue which I can neuer kisse Sloath that secure in too much loue I sleepe And nuzzled so am to be free'de remisse And couetous I neuer meane can keepe In crauing wishing and in working this Though still I kisse and tuch still tuch and kisse SONNET XCVIII The sunne my Ladies bewtie representes VVhose fierie-pointed beames each creature heates Such force her grace on whom it counterbeates Doth practise which the patient still tormentes And to her vertues the bright moone assentes VVith whose pure chastitie my loue she threates VVhose thought it selfe in her coole circle seates And as the moone her bright habilimentes Of her bright brother Phoebus borroweth So from her bewtie doth her chast desier His brightnes draw for which none aspier To tempt so rare a bewtie yet forgiue He that for thy sake so long sorroweth Can not but longer loue if longer liue SONNET XCIX This carefull head with diuerse thoughtes distrest My fancies chronicleire my sorrowes nurse These watchfull eyes whose heedlesse am I curse Loues centernelles and fountaines of vnrest This tongue still-trembling harrold fit adrest To my loues greefe then any torment worse This hart true fortresse of my spottelesse loue And rageous furnace of my long desier Of these by nature am I not possest Though nature there first meanes in me did moue But thou deare sweet with thy loues holy fire Mine head greefes anueyle made with cares opprest Mine eyes a spring my tongue a leafe-winde shaken Mine hart a wastfull wildernesse forsaken SONNET C. Pleading for pitie to my mistresse eyes Vrging on dutie fauours as desartes Complaining mine hid flames and secret smartes She with disdaynefull grace in iest replyes Her eyes were neuer made mans enemies Then me with me conceipt she ouer thwartes Vrging my fancie which vayne thoughtes 〈◊〉 To be the causer of mine iniuries Saying I am not vext as I complained How melancholye bred this light 〈◊〉 Hard-harted mistresse canst thou thinke I fayned That I with fancies vayne vayne woes repeate Ah no! for though thine eyes none else offend Yet by thine eyes and noes my woes want end SONNET CI. Had I been banish't from the natiue soyle Where with my life I first receaued light For my first cradles had my tomâ—…e beene dight Or chang'd my pleasure for a ceaselesse
toyle Had I for nurce been left to Lyons spoyle Had I for freedome dwelt in shadie nighâ—… Coup't vp in loth-some dungeoâ—…s from mens sight Those first desiers which in my brest did boyle From which thy loues vnkinde thou banished Had not been such an exile to my blisse If life with my loues infancie were vanished It had not been so sore a death as this If Lyonesses were in steede of nurses Or night for day thine hate deserues more curses SONNET CII Vayne gallantes whose much longing spirites tickle Whose braynes swell with abundance of much witte And would be touch't fayne with an amourous fitte O lend your eyes and bend your fancies fickle You whom affections dart did neuer prickle You which hold louers fooles and argue it Gase on my sunne and if teares do not trickle From your much maisterd eyes where fancies sitte Then eagles will I terme you for your eyes But Beares or Tygres for your saluage hartes But if it chance such fountaines should arise And you made like partakers of my smartes Her for her percing eyes an eagle name But for her hart a Tygre neuer tame MADRIGALL 15. Natures pride loues pearle vertues perfection In sweetnesse bewtie grace Of body face affection Hath glorie brightnesse place In rosie cheekes cleare eyes and heauenly minde All which with wonder honour prayse take race To charme to shine to flye with fames protection Mine hart the first mine eyes next third my thought Did wound did blind did binde Which greeu'd obscur'd and wrought Hart eyes and senâ—…s with such imperfection That in their former comfort sight and kinde The moued gaz'd and sought Yet found not in what order sort and case Of teares plaints sighes with seas with murmure winde To finde to get t' imbrace Natures pride loues pearle vertues perfection MADRIGALL 16. Sleepe Phoebus still in glaucie Thetis lappe Ioues eagles percing eyes be blinde Soft thinges whose tuch is tickle to the minde Giue no like tuch all ioyes in one to wrappe All instrumentes all birdes and voyces Make no such heauenly musicke in their kinde No fruites haue such sweet sappe No roote such ioyces No balme so much reioyces O breath exceeding euery rich perfume For loue all pleasures in a kisse did lappe Her eyes did giue bright glaunces Sight is no sight all light with that consume She tuch't my cheeke at which tuch mine hart dauÌ„ces Mine eyes in priuie combate did praesume Charging mine handes to charge her middle Whilst they threw wounding darts healing launces She kist and spoke attonce a riddle But such sweet meaning in darke sence As shew'd the drift of her deare-sweet pretence More pleasing then the corde of Harpe or Lute On heauenly cherries then I feede Whose sappe deliciouser then Angels food Whose breath more sweet theÌ„ guÌ„me beâ—…e flower or bood O kisse which did all sence exceede No man can speake those ioyes then muse be mute But say for sight smell hearing tast and tuch In any one thing was there euer such MADRIGALL 17. Enuious ayer all natures publicke nurse Lend to my life no spirite Not that I prosper worse Then earst of yoare for I the state inherite Which goddes in Paradise boue mans demerite But for I highly scorne Thy common vnpour should With her sweet breath immixe I cannot beare it Cold ayres infusion cannot be forborne O kisse ô soule which could All way linges haue outworne Angell of blisse which cheeres me night and morne Sweet cloud which now with my soule doest enfould Salue to my soule once sicke Let men in Inde I'borne Cease boasting of rich drugges and sweet perfume Egyptian gummes and odours Arabicke I loth and wood deare sould From Myrre and Cypresse torne Tarry sweet kisse do not in cloudes consume Yet can I feele thy spirite mouing quicke O why should ayre praesume To be her spirites riuall What do I speake nor am I lunaticke I can not liue else would I not assume Cold ayer to contriue all My sorrowes with immixion Then dye whilst this sweet spirite the doth prycke Whilst thy sweet comfortes kisses are alyueall And loues sweet iurisdiction Will make the dye possessed Of all heauens ioyes which for most comfort striueall Least death to pleasure should giue interdiction Ah let my lippes be pressed And with continuall kisses Powre euerlasting spirite to my life So shall I all wayes liue so still be blessed Kisse still and make no misses Double redouble kisses Murmure affections warre in pleasing strife Presse lippes lippes rest oppressed This passion is no fiction MADRIGALL 18. After Auroraes blush the sunne arose And spread his beames With whose cleare gleames My pricklesse rose-bud vaild his purple leaues In whose sweet fouldes morning did pearles inclose Where sunne his beames in Orblike circle weaues And them t' inrich stoule those Natures bewtie Phoebus vertue loues incense Whose fauour sappe and sauour my sence reaues My muse hath these for theames They to my muse my muse to them defence Phoebus sometimes loues oracles sendes thence Thus by my sunne a rose Though a sweet rose pricklesse Pricklesse arose deare prickle Which me diseaseth much though I be sicklesse Nought me of ioy bereaues Saue fauour sappe and sauour all be fickle Blush not for shame that thy sunne spreades his beames My soule in sunder cleaues After Auroraes blush the sunne arose MADRIGALL 19. Thy loues conceites are wounde about mine hart Thy loue it selfe within mine hart a wounde Thy torches all arow sticke Which thy sweet grace about mine hart hath bounde There gleaming arrowes sticke in euery part Which vnto my marrow pricke Thy bewties fancie to mine hart is thrall Mine hart thy beauties thrall is founde And thou mine hart a bulwarcke art Conquer'd with bewtie batter'd to the grounde And yet though conquer'd will not yeeld at all For in that conflict though I fall Yet I my selfe a conquerer repute In fight continuall like victorious mart Yet euer yeeld as euer ouerthrowne To be still prisoner is my suite I will be still thy captiue knowne Such pleasing seruitude Victorious conquest is and fortitude MADRIGALL 20. My loue alas is sicke fye enuious sicknesse That at her brest where rest all ioyes and ease Thou shouldst take such dispight her to displease In whom all vertues health hath quicknesse Thou durst not come in liuing licknesse For hadst thou come thou couldst not her disease Her bewtie would not let the prease Sweet graces which continually attend her At her short breath breathe short and sigh so deepe Which sicknesses sharpe furies might appease Both loues and graces striue to mende her Oh neuer let me rest but sigh and weepe Neuer but weepe and sigh sicke is my loue And I loue-sicke yet Phisicke may befrend her But what shall my disease remoue SONNET CIII I slep't when vnderneath a laurell shade My face vprear'd aloft vnto the heauen Me thought I heard this spoken in a sueauen Nature on earth loues miracle hath made With this me thought vpon a
shall this for euer last If that I haue these bitter plagues deseru'de Yet let repentance which my soule doth melt Obtaine some fauour if you be not sueru'de From lawes of mercy know what plagues I felt Yea but I doubt inchantment in my brest For neuer man so much agreeu'd as I Could liue with ceaselesse sorrowes weight opprest But twentie thousand times perforce should dye And with her eyes she did bewitche mine hart Which lettes it liue but feele an endlesse smart ELEGIE IX With humble suite vpon my bended knee Though absent farre from hence not to be seene Yet in thy power still present as goddes bee I speake these wordes whose bleeding woundes be greene To thee drad Cupid and thy mother Queene If it at any time hath lawfull beene Men mortall to speake with adietie Oh you great guiders of yong springing age VVhose power immortall euer was I weene As mightie as your spatious Monarchie Oh spare me spare my tedious pilgrimage Take hence the least brand of your extreame fiers Do not gainst those which yeelde fierce battell wage I know by this you will alaye your rage That you giue life vnto my long desiers VVhich still persuades me you will pittie take Life is farre more then my vext soule desiers Oh take my life and after death torment mee Then though in absence of my cheefe delight I shall lament alone my soule requires And longes to visite sweet Elizian fieldes Then that I lou'd it neuer shall repent me There till those dayes of Iubile shall comme VVould I walke pensiue pleas'd alone and dumme Graunt this petition sweet loues Queene which weeldes The hart of forlorne louers euermore Or else Zanclaean Charibd me deuoure And through his waters sent to Stigian power Or patient let me burne in Aetnaes flame Or fling my selfe in furie from the shore Into deepe waues of the Lancadean god Rather then beare this tumulte and vproare And through your meanes be scourg'd with mine owne rod Oh let me dye and not endure the same The suite I make is to be punish't still Nor would I wish not to be wretched there But that I might remaine in hope and feare Sweet louely saintes let my suite like your will ELEGIE X. In quiet silence of the shadie night All places free from noyse of men and dogges When Phoebe caried in her chariot bright Had clear'd the mistie vapours and night fogges Then when no care the quiet shepheard clogges Hauing his flocke safe fodder'd in the fould A liuely vision to my fancies sight Appear'd which me thought wake I did behould A fierie boye outmatching the moone light VVho softly wispering in mine eare had tould There thou thy fayre Parthenophe may see I quickly turning in an hebene bedde VVith sable couering and blacke curtanes spredde VVith many little loues in blacke by thee Thee thee Parthenophe left almost dedde Paile cold with feare I did behold ay mee Ah me left almost sencelesse in my bed My groanes perceiu'd by those which neare me lay By them with much ado recouered VVhich fearefull vision so did me afray That in a furie set beside my witte Sicke as before me thought I saw thee yitt Venus thy face there couered with a vayle Mine hart with horror chilles to thinke on it The graces kist thy lippes and went away Then I with furious raging did assaile To kisse thee least thou should depart before And then in sight of those which there did stand Thinking that I should neuer see thee more Mistaking thee I kist a fire-brande Burnt with the fire my sences which did fayle Freshly recall'd into their wittes againe I found it was a dreame but sweet expound it For that strange dreame with teares renewes my paine And I shall neuer rest till I haue found it ELEGIE XI VVas it decreed by fates too certaine doome That vnder Cancer's Tropique where the Sunne Still doth his race in hottest circuite runne My minde should dwell and in none other roome Where comfortes all be burnt before the bloome Was it concluded by remorse-lesse fate That vnder-neath Th'Erimanthian beare Beneath the Lycaonian Axel-tree Where ceaselesse snowes and frostes extremitie Hold Iurisdiction should remaine my feare VVhere all mine hopes be nip'te before the beare VVas it thus ordred that till my deathes date VVhen Phoebus runnes on our Meridian lyne VVhen mistes fall downe beneath our Hemi-sphoere And Cynthia with darke Antipod's doth shine That my dispaier should hold his mansion there Where did the fatall sisters this assigne Euen when this Iudgement to them was awarded The silent sentence issew'd from her eyne Which neither pittie nor my cares regarded ELEGIE XII Oh neuer can I see that sunnie light That bright chntriuer of my fierie rage Those precious golden apples shinning hright But out alas me thinckes some fearefull sight Should battell with the deare beholders wage I feare such pretious thinges should haue some force Them to preserue lest some beholders might Procure those precious apples by their slight Then cruell Atlas banisht from remorse Enters my thoughtes and how he fear'de away The poore inhabitantes which dwelt about Least some af his rich fruite should make a pray Although the Orchard circummur'de throughout With walles of steele was and a vigil stoute Of watchfull Dragons guarded euery where Which bold attemptors vext with hot pursuite So that none durst approch his fruite for feare Thus Atlas-like thine hart hath Dragons set Tyrannous hatred and a proud disdaine Which in that Orchard cruellie did raine And with much rigour rule thy louely eyes Immur'd in steelie walles of chaste desier Which entrance to poore passengers denyes And deathes high daunger to them that requier And euen as Atlas through fierce crueltie And breache to lawes of hospitalitie When lodging to a straunger he denied Was turned to a stonie mountaine straight Which on his shoulders now support's heauens waight A iust reuenge for crueltie and pride Euen so thine hart for inhumanitie And wrath to those that thine eyes apples loue And that it will not lodge a louely guest Is turn'd to rocke and doth the burthen beare Of thousand zealous louers deare complaintes Whom thou with thy fierce crueltie diâ—…st teare An huge hard rocke which none can euer moue And of whose fruite no man can be possest Thy golden smiles make none attemp'ts to deare But when attempted once those apples bee The vayne attemptour after feeles the smart Who by thy Dragons hatred and disdaine Are torne in sonder with extremitie For hauing entred no man can get forth So those inchaunting apples hinder thee Of such deare prize be things of such rare worth But euen as Perseus Ioues thrise valiant sonne Begot of Danae in a golden shower Huge Atlas conquer'd when he first begonne Then kill'â—…â—…he Dragons with his matchlesse power At length the bewteous golden apples wonne So right is he borne in a golden hower And for his fortune may from Ioue discend Who first thine hart an Atlas hath subdue'd Next
hatred and disdaine brought to their end Fierce Dragons which attemptours all purseu'de And which before none euer haue eschew'de At length who shall these golden apples gaine He shall alone be Perseus for his paine ELEGIE XIII Swift Atalanta when she lost the prise By gathering golden apples in her race Shewes how by th'apples of thine heauenly eyes Which fortune did hefore my passage place When for mine hartes contentement I did runne How I was hindred and my wager lost When others did the wagers worth surprise I vew'de thine eyes thus eyes vew'de to my cost Nor could I them enioy when all was donne But seeming as they did bright as the Sunne My course I stayd to vewe their fierie grace Whose sweet possession I could not comprise Th' Idaean shepheard when the strise begunne Amongst three goddesses as Iudge decreede The golden apple Venus did awarde Cause of the wast and downefall of proud Troye But when the graces had a sweet regard How fayre Parthenophe did her exceede And Venus now was from the world debarr'd One so much fayrer farre as to much coye Parthenophe the chose in Venus fleede And since her bewtie Venus did out goe Two golden apples were to her assigned Which apples all th' outrageous tumultes breede That are hep'd vp in my distressed minde Whose figure in enflamed Troye I finde The cheefe occasion of mine endlesse woe ELEGIE XIIII When I remember that accursed night When my deare bewtie said she must depart And the next morning leaue the Cities sight Ah then euen then blacke sorrow shew'de his might And plac'd his empyer in my vanquish't hart Mine hart still vanquish't yet assaulted still Burnt with loues out-rage from whose cleare torch light Fierce sorrow findes a way to spoile and kill Ah sorrow sorrow neuer satisfied And if not satisfied worke on thy will Oh deare departure of mine onely blisse When willing from the Citie thou did ryde And I made offer tho then wounded wyde To go with thee thou rashly didst refuse With me distrest to be accompanied And binding wordes imperious did'st vse Commaunding me an other way to chuse Ah then euen then in spirite crucified Mine eyes with teares mine hart with sighes and throbbes Those almost blind that hard swolnâ—… almost burst My braynes abiuring harbour to my muse Did leaue â—…hoaked almost with straite sobbes Ah be that hower and day for euer curst Which me of my lifes libertie did robbe For since that time I neuer saw my loue Long can we not be seuer'd I will follow Through woods through mountaines waues and caues made hollow Oh greefe of greefes extremitie the worst Still will I follow till I finde thee out And if my wish with trauell will not proue Yet shall my sorrowes trauell round about In wailefull Elegies and mournefull verse Vntill they finde and thee with pittie perce Meane while to see thee more standing in doubt I 'le sing my plaine-song with the Turtle doue And prick-song with the Nighting all rehearse ELEGIE XV. Oh deare remembraunce of my Ladyes eyes In minde whose reuolutions I reuolue To you mine harts bright guid-starres my soule cryes Vpon some happy sentence to resolue A sentence either of my life or death So bale me from the dungeon of dispaire On you I cry with interrupted breathe On you and none but you to crosse my care My care to crosse least I be crucified Aboue the patience of an humaine soule Do this Ah this and still be glorified Do this and let eternities enroule Thy fame and name let them enroule for euer In lasting recordes of still lasting steele Do this ah this and famous still perseuer Which in another age thy ghost shall feele Yet howsoeuer thou with me shall deale Thy bewtie shall perseuer in my verse And thine eyes wounde which thine hart would not heale And my complaintes which could not thine hart perce And thine hard hart thy bewties shamefull staine And that fowle staine thine endlesse infamie So though thou still in recorde do remaine The recordes reckon but thine obloquie When on the paper which my passionbeares Relenting readers for my sake shed teares ELEGIE XVI Ah were my teares as many writers bee Meere droppes of incke proceeding from my penne Then in these sable weedes you should not see Me seuer'd from societie of men Ah me all colours do mine eyes displease Saue those two colours of pure white and redde And yet I dare not florish it in these Because I can not for my colour 's dead Those colours florish round about each where But cheefely with my mistresse in their kinde And fayne I would her louely colours weare So that it might be pleasing to her minde But nought will please her ouer-cruell eye But blacke and payle on body and in face Then she triumphes in bewties tyrannie When she sees bewtie bewtie can disgrace When her sweet smiling eyes drye Vestâ—…es throane Can blubber'd bleare-eyes drowne in seaes of teares And laughes to here poore louers how they moane Ioyes in the paper which her prayses beares And for his sake that sent that schoedule teares What but pale enuie doth her hart assaile When she would be still fayre add laugh alone And for her sake all other's mourne and paile ELEGIE XVII Deare mistresse then my soule to me much dearer Wonder not that another writes my letter For sorrow still mine hart oppresseth nearer And extreame sicknesse doth my sinewes fetter Of my deare life to thy loue am I debter Thine is my soule then soule what can be meerer Thine my cheefe best then that what can better Absented farre and that which is farre worse Vnable either for to goe or ryde Here am I in perpetuall bondage tyed Then if with saluage Sauromates farre worse This ayer is loath some and this ayer I curse Because with thy sweet breathe it is not blest Though hot coole waters I can not abide Since the which thy cleare eyes as all the rest Be not as they sometimes were purified The ground I tread my footing doth infest Because it is not hallowed with thy feete I loath all meate for all meate is vnmeete Which is not eaten where thy sweet selfe feedest Nothing is pleasaunt louely rich or sweete Which doth not with his grace thy bewtie greete Ah too deare absence which this sicknesse breedest Of thy deare sweet which can not be too deare Yet if thou wilt voutch-safe my life to saue Write but one lyne one lyne my life will cheare The ransome of my life thy name will pay And I be freede from my much doubtfull feare ELEGIE XVIII If neither loue nor pittie can procure Thy ruthlesse hart subscribe to my content But if thou vow that I shall still endure This doubtfull feare which euer doth torment If to thine eyes thine hart can lend a fier Whiles could disdaine vpon them settes a locke To barre forth pittie which kinde harts desier Whiles the distrest make prayers to a rocke If that thine eyes send out
a sunnie smile From vnderneath a cloudie frowne of hate Plaine loue with counterfeasance to beguile Which at thy windowes for some grace awate If thou thine eares can open to thy prayse And them with that report delighted cherish And shut them when the passionate assayes To pleade for pittie then about to perish If thou canst cherish graces in thy cheeke For men to wonder at which thee behold And they finde furies when thine hart they see◅e And yet proue such as are extreamely cold Now as I finde no thought to mans conceipt Then must I sweare to woman 's no deceit ELEGIE XIX Deare sorrow giue me leaue to breathe a while A little leaue to take a longer breath Whose easie passage still thou doest beguile Choak'd vp with sighes proclamers of my death Oh let the teares of euer-thirstie eyes Returne backe to the channells of mine hart They to my sight be vowed enemies And made a trayterous league not to depart Vnder the colour of tormenting those Which were first causers of mine harts distresse And closely with mine hart by guile did close Through blinding them to make my torment lesse Oh let those fearefull thoughtes which still oppresse me Turne to the dungeon of my troubled brayne Dispaire t' accompanie which doth possesse me And with his venome poisoneth euery vayne Ouglie dispaire who with blacke force assaultes Me vanquisht with conceipt and makes me dwell With horrour match't in melancholies vaultes Where I lye burning in my fancies hell Oh thou drad ruler of my sorrowes rage Of thee and none but thee I begge remorse VVith thy sweet breath thou may my sighes asswage And make my sorrowes fountaines stay their course And banish blacke dispaire then helpe me now Or know death can do this as well as thou ELEGIE XX. Oh deare vexation of my troubled soule My life with greefe when wilt thou consummate The deare remembrance of my passing soule Mine hart with some restes hope doth animate How many haue those conquering eyes subdued How many vanquish't captiues to thine hart Hard-iron harted Captaines when they vew'de VVere drawne till they were wounded with thy dart Oh when I there heard bodies haue beheld Their martiall stomaches and oft wounded face Which bitter tumultes and garboyles foretell'd In which it seem'd they founde no cowardes place Then I recall'd how farre loues power exceedes Aboue the bloudie menace of rough warre Where euery wounded hart close inward bleedes And soddeine perc'd with twinckling of a starre Then when such iron harted Captaines bee To thine harts bulwarke forced for to trye Which way to winne that fort by batterye And how all conquerours their conquer'd lye Me thinkes thine hart or else thine eyes be made Because they can such iron obiectes force Of hardest Adamante that men which lade Continuall siege be thrall'd without remorse Thine hart of Adamant because it takes The hardest harts drawne prisoners vnto t◅e Thine eye because it wonded many makes Yet no transpercing beames can pearce those eyne Thine hart of Adamant which none can wound Thine eye of Adamant vnperced found ELEGIE XXI Happie depart with speede then me more fortunate euer Poore letter go thy wayes vnto my sweet Ladyes hands She shall looke on thee and then with her bewtifull eyes blesse Smiling eyes perhaps thee to delight with a glaunce She shall cast on a lyne if a lyne there pleaseth her humour But if a lyne displease then shall apeare in a frowne How much she dislikes thy loues and saucie salutings O my lifes sweet light know that a frowne of thine eye Can transpearce to my soule more swift then a Parthian arrow And more deepely wound then any launce or a speare But thy sweet smiles can procure such contrary mot'ions Which can alone that heale wounded afore by thine eyes Like to the launces rust which heal'de whome warlike Achilles With right hand valiant doughtilye wounded afore Not vnlike to the men whose greefe the Scorpion helpeth Whom he before did sting ready to dye thorow paine Thou that bewtie procures to be thy chastities hand mayde With vertues regiment glorious ordred alone Thou that those smooth browes like plates of Iuory plained When any looke on them canst make apeare like a cloude Thou that those cleare eyes whose light surpasseth a stars light Canst make loues flames shoote with cruel anger abroad Thou that those fayre cheekes when a man thy bewtie beholdeth Deepely to wound canst make sweetely to blush like a rose Make thy browes to delight mine hart smooth shadow thy cleare eyes Whose smile is to my soule like to the sunne frō a cloude When he shines to the world in most pride after a tempest And with his heate prouokes all the delightes of the ground Graunt me sweet Lady this this graunt kinde pittie requesteth Teares and sighes make asuite pittie me pittie my suite Thus to thy sweet graces will I leaue my drcerye bewaylings And to thy gracious hart I recomend my lamentes Thrise blessed go thy way to my deare go thrise speedie letter And for me kisse them since I may not kisse her hands CANZON 1. All bewties farre perfections rest in thee And sweetest grace of graces Deckes thy face boue faces All vertue takes her glorie from thy minde The muses in thy wittes haue their places And in thy thoughtes all mercies bee Thine hart from all hardnesse free An holy place in thy thoughtes holinesse doth finde In fauorable speech kinde A sacred tongue and eloquent Action sweet and excellent Musique it selfe in ioyntes of her fayre fingers is She chauntresse of singers is Her plighted faith is firme and permanent O now now helpe wilt thou take some compassion She thinkes I flatter writing on this fashion Thy bewtie past with misorder stayned is In thee no graces finde rest In thoe who sought it saw lest And all thy thoughtes be vayne and vicious Thy braynes with heauie dullnesse are opprest Of thee no mercy gayned is Thine hart hard and fayned is Aminde prophane and of the worst suspicious In speech not delicious Atoung ty'de which cannot vtter Gesture lame like wordes which stutter Thy hands and minde vnap'te in musique to reioyce For songes vnfitte an hoarse voyce Thy faith vnconstant whatsoeuer thou mutter Be gracious no she thinckes my wordes be bitter Through my misfortunes they for my selfe be fitter O'h how long how long shall I be distrest How long in vayne shall I moane How long in payne shall I groane How long shall I bathe in continuall teares How long shall I sit sad and sigh alone How long shall feare discomfort giue How long shall hopes let me liue How long shall I lye bounde in dispaires and feares VVith sorrow still my hart weares my sundry fancies subdue me Thine eyes kill me when they vew me VVhen thou speakes with my soule thy voyce musique maketh And soules from silence waketh Thy browes smiles quicken me whose frownes slew me Then fayre sweet behold see me poore wretch in torment Thou
may be redde Which from those rockes downe-trickled When shepheard 's would know how I fare And aske how doth Parthenophil Il Eccho answer's in voy de ayer And with these newes each place doth fill Poore herdgroomes from each cottage will Sing my complaintes on euery hill ODE 2. Speake Eccho tell With Lillyes Columbines and Roses What their Parthenophe composes Eccho poses Oh sacred smell For those which in her lappe she closes The goddes please well Speake Eccho tell With Daffadilles what doth she plette Which in such order she doth sette For loue to dwell As she should Floraes Chappell let Eccho Chapplet This loue likes well Speake Eccho tell Why Lillyes and red Roses like her Eccho like her No pittie with remorse will strike her Did nature well Which did from fairest graces pike her To be mine hell Speake Eccho tell Why Columbynes she entertaines Because the prouerbe watchet faines True loues like well And do these therfore like her vaines Ecch. her vaines There Cupid's dwell Speake Eccho tell Wherefore her Chaplets yellow were like When others here were more her like Eccho hearelike Yet I know well Her hart is Tygre-like or Beare-like To rockes it sell. CANZON 2. Sing sing Parthenophil sing pipe and play This feast is kept vpon this plaine Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard 's euery where For Astrophill's byrth-day sweet Astrophil Arcadies honour mightie Pan's cheefe pride Where be the Nymph's the Nymphes all gathred bee To sing sweet Astrophil's sweet prayse Eccho recorde what feastes be kept to day Amongst th' Arcadian shepheard swaine VVhat keepe the whiles they do the muses cheare Eccho cheare He chear'de the muses with coelestiall skill All shepheard 's prayse dye'd with him when he dye'd He left no peere then what deserued he At whose pypes sounde the Lambe kinne bayes Eccho bayes The Bullockes leape the fawnes daunce in aray Kiddes skippe the Satyres friskynes fayne Here standes an hearde of swaines faire Nymphes stand there Swaines daunce whiles Nymphes with flowers their baskets fill VVhat was he to those Nymphes which garlands tyed Eccho tyed VVhat ty'de him hath he to tell there bound t' ee Eccho bountee How to report his martiall dayes Eccho all dayes Thrise happie man that found this happie way His prayse all shepheard 's glorie stayne VVhat doth Parthenophe my purchase deare Eccho chase deâ—… VVhat saith she to her Parthenophil Eccho ofill Shepheardes I fill sweet wines repurified And to his blessed soule this health heaue wee Singing sweete O des and rounde layes Let euery man drinke round beside this bay Where are the Nymphes and sayrie traine Stella three garlandes in her hand doth beare And those for his sweet sake she proffer will Vnto th'Elezian soules And I haue spied Parthenophe with spoile returnes to mee Of three great hartes sing virilayes Those golden dartes flye neuer voyde of praye And Stella sittes as if some chaine Offancies bound her by that mottley breere Where with sweet Eglantine and Daffadil She Clapplettes makes with gold and scarlet dye'd Here Colin sittes beneath that oken tree Eliza singing in his layes Blest is Arcadiaes Queene kneele swaines and say That she which here cheefe Nymph doth rayne May blessed liue to see th' extreamest yeare For sacrifice then Lambes and kiddlinges kill And be by them Eliza glorified The flower of loues and pure virginitie This Delian Nymphe doth amaise The fairest deares which in the forestes stay Those harts which proudest heard's distaine And raunge the forestes as with compeere Submissiue yeelde them selues that if she will She them may wounde or on their swift backes ride Lyons and Beares with bewtie tameth she Shepheard's for her your voyces raise Eccho this fauour if I purchase may Do not herd-groomes there fayne Eccho the 're fayne What want they speake now they be blest if eare Eccho feare What be the confines rebell's they be still Eccho they be still What is she that so many swaines doth their guide Eccho there guide None but her selfe hath that abilitie To rule so many blessed wayes Her thoughtes sure grounded on diuinitie For this sweet Nymphe each shepheard prayes ODE 3. Vpon an holy Saintes eue As I tooke my pilgrimadge Wandring through the forrest warye Blest be that holy sainte I mette the louely Virgine Marye And kneeled with long trauell fainte Performing my dew homage My teares fore told mine hart did greeue Yet Mary would not me releeue Her I did promise euery yeare The firstling foemale of my flocke That in my loue she would me furder I curst the dayes of my first loue My comfortes spoiles my pleasures murther She she alas did me reproue My suites as to a stonie rocke Were made for she would not giue eare Ah loue deare loue loue bought to deare Mary my sainte chast and milde Pittie ah pittie my suite Thou art a virgine pittie mee Shine eyes though pittie wanting That she by them my greefe may see And looke on mine hart panting But her deafe eares and tonge mute Shewes her hard hart vnreconcil'de Hard hart from all remorse exil'de ODE 4. Bacchus father of all sport Worker of loues comfort Venus best beloued brother Like beloued is none other Greater father of felicitie Fill full with thy diuinitie These thirstie and these emptie vaines Thence fuming vp into my braines Exceede Apollo through thy might And made me by thy motion light That with alacritie I may Write pleasing Odes and still display Parthenophe with such high praises Whose bewtie shepheard 's all amases And by those meanes her loues obtaine Then hauing fill'd vp euery vaine I shall be set in perfect state The rightes of loue to celebrate Then each yeare fat from my sheepecoate Thy sacrifice a tydie goate And Iô Euohê shall bee Loude chaunted euery where to thee ODE 5. Parthenophe see what is sent By me faire Nymphe these saints salute thee Whose presentes in this basket heare Faithfull Parthenophill doth beare Nor will I proue ingrate nor mute bee If my power were Such giftes as these If they would please Here will ingely I would present And these those presents present bee First Iuno sent to thee these lillyes In whose steede chast affection moues Venus hath sent two Turtle doues Narcissus giues the Daffadillyes For doues true loues For Daffadilles My golden willes Which counteruailes what here is sent thee Flora doth greete thee with sweet Roses Thetis with rich pearle Oriente Leucothoe with franckincense For Roses my loues chast pretence For pearles those teares which I haue spent My sighes incense For sweet perfume Thus I presume Poore shepheard to presente these poasies Though I be rude as shepheards are Lillyes I know do stand for whitnesse And Daffadilles thy golden heare And doues thy meekenesse figures beare Red Roses for a blushing brightnesse Thy teeth pearles were That incense shoed Thy breathe that bloed A sacrifice for which goddes care Blest is that shepheard nine times nine Which shall in bosome these flowers keepe bound in one posie whose sweet
smell In paradise may make him dwell And sleepe a tentimes happie sleepe I dare not mell Else with good will Parthenophil Would to thy lippes one kisse assigne ODE 6. Oh fayre sweet gloue Deuine token Of her sweet loue Sweetely broken By wordes sweet loues she durst not moue These giftes her loue to me do proue Though neuer spoken On her fayre hand This gloue once was None in this land Did euer passe Her handes fayre white come loues here stand Let graces with yours match her hand Hyde hyde alas Graces would smile If you should matche Herr's yours beguile Her 's garlandes catche From all the Nymphes which blush the while To see there white out-match't a myle Which prayse did watche This gloue I kisse And for thy sake I will not misse But ballades make And euery shepheard shall know this Parthenophil in such grace is Muses awake For I will sing Thy matchelesse prayses And my pypes bring Which floodes amaises Wilde Satyres friskines shall out-fling The rockes shall this dayes glorie ring Whiles Nymphes bring dazes Some woodbynes beare Some damaske roses The muses were A bynding poases My goddesse gloue to herrye heere Great Pan commes in with flowers seare And crownes composes I note this day Once euery yeare An holy-day For her kept deare An hundreth swaines on pypes shall play And for the gloue maske in aray Withiolly cheare A gloue of gold I will bring in For which swaines bold Shall strife begin And he which loues can best vnfold And hath in songes his minde best told The gloue shall winne Nymphes shall resorte And they which flowers Shall decke a forte For parramours Which for this gloue shall there contende Vnpartiall Nymphes shall Iudgement ende And in those bowers Pronounce who best Deseru'd of all Then by the rest A coronall Of Roses freshly shall be drest And he with that rich gloue possest As principall ODE 7. When I did thinke to write of warre And martiall cheefden's of the field Diana did inforce to yeeld My muse to prayse the Westerne starre But Pallas did my purpose barre My muse as too weake it to weeld Elizaes prayses were too hye Diuinest wittes haue done their best And yet the most haue proued least Such was her sacred maiestie Loues pride grace to virginitie Oh could my muse in her prayse rest Venus directed me to write The prayse of peerlesse bewties wonder A theame more fit for voyce of thunder Parthenophe from whose eyes bright Ten thousand graces dar'e my might And will'd me fiue degrees write vnder But yet her fancie wrought so much That my muse did her prayse aduenter Wherein of yore it durst not enter And now her bewtie giues that tuche Vnto my muse in number suche Which makes me more and more repent her ODE 8. In a shadie groue of mirtle Where byrdes musicall resorted With Floraes painted flowers fertle Which men with sight and sent comforted Whilst turtles equally disported Where each Nymphe loases Bunches of poases Which into Chapplettes sweet they sorted There seated in that louely shade Which Laya bewtifull there sate A gentle shepheard which had made Gainst euening twilight somewhat late An arbour built in Syluane state Where in exchaunge Their eyes did raunge Giuing each other the check-mate He said sweet comfort of my life Come and embrace Parthenophil Mette we sade she to fall at strife I will be gone I that I will I lou'd your long why do so still I can not chuse If you refuse But shall my selfe with sorrow kill With that he sight and would haue kist And vew'de her with a fearefull smile She turn'd and said your ame mist With sighes redoubled the meanewhile The shepheard sate but did compile Greene knotted rushings Then roundlayes sings And pleasaunt doth twilight beguile At length he somewhat nearer prest And with a glaunce the Nymphe deceauing He kist her she said be at rest Willing displeas'd in the receauing Thence from his purpose neuer leauing He prest her further She would cry murther But somewhat was her breathe bereauing At length he doth possesse her whoale Her lippes and all he would desier And would haue breath'd in her his soale If that his soale he could enspyer Eft that chaunc'd which he did requier A liue soule possest Her matrone brest Then waking I found sleepe a lyer ODE 9. Behold out-walking in these valleyes Where faire Parthenophe doth treade How ioysome Flora with her dallyes And at her steppes sweet flowers bredde Narcissus yellow And Amaranthus euerredde Which all her foote-steppes ouer spredde With Hyacynthe that findes no fellow Behold within that shadie thicke Where my Parthenophe doth walke Her bewtie makes trees mouing quicke Which of her grace in murmur talke The poplar trees shed teares The blossom'd Hauthorne white as chalke And Aspine trembling on his stalke The tree which sweet 〈◊〉 beares The barren Hebene coalie blacke Greene Iuy with his straunge embraces Daphne which scornes Ioues thunder-cracke Sweet Cypresse set in sundry places And singing Atis telles Vnto the rest my mistresse graces From them the winde her glorie chases Throughout the West where it excelles ODE 10. Why doth heauen beare a Sunne To giue the world an heate Why there haue starres a seate On earth when all is donne Parthenophes bright Sunne Doth giue a greater heate And in her heauen there bee Such faire bright blazing starres Which still make open warres With those in heauens degree These starres farre brighter bee Then brightest of heauens starres Why doth earth bring forth Roses Violettes or Lillyes Or bright Daffadylies In her cleare cheekes she cloases Sweet Damaske Roses In her necke white Lillyes Violettes in her vaynes Why do men sacrifice Incense to dieties Her breathe more fauour gaines And please the heauenly vaynes More then rich sacrifice ODE 11. Louely Maya Hermes mother Of faire Flora much befrended To whom this sweet month is commēded This month more sweet then any other By thy sweet souerantie defended Dazes Couslippes and Primroses Fragrant Violettes and sweet Mynthe Match'te with purple Hyacynthe Of these each where Nymphes make trimme poses Praysing their mother Bericynthe Behold an heard of Iollie swaines Go flocking vp and downe the meade A troupe of louely Nymphes do treade And dearnely dauncing on you plaines Each doth in course her hornepype lead Before the groomes playes Peers the pyper The bring in Hauthorne and sweet brere And damaske-roses they would beare But them they leaue till they be riper The rest round morisses daunce there With frisking gamboldes and such glee Vnto the louely Nymphes they hast Who there in decent order plac'de Expect who shall Queene Flora bee And with the may crowne cheefly grac'de The shepheardes poopen in their pype One leades his wenche a country rounde Another sittes vpon the grounde And doth his beard from driuell wipe Because he would be handsome found To see the frisking and scouping To heare the herdgroomes wowing speeches Whiles one to daunce his gyrle beseeches The lead-heeld
Oracles Of happinesse and lucklesse teene So straunge be loues rare miracles In her as like haue neuer beene Her necke that curious axe◅ Pure Iuorie like which doth support The gloabe of my Cosmographie Where to my Planettes I resort To take Iudiciall signes of skill When tempestes to myne hart will turne When shoures shall my fountaines fill And extreame droughtes mine hart shall burne There in that gloabe shall I perceiue When I shall finde cleare element There gloomie mistes shall I conceiue Which shall offende the firmament On this my studies still be bent VVhere euen as riuers from the seae◅ In braunches through the land be sent And into crooked sinewes prease Throughout the gloabe such-wise the vaynes Cleare Christalline throughout her necke Like sinuous in their crooked traines VVildely the swelling waues did checke Thence rise her humble seemcly shoulders Like two smooth pullish't Iuory toppes Of loues cheefe frame the chief vphoulders VVhiter then that was of Pelops Thēce Cupids fiue-graind-mace out braūcheth VVhich fiue-fold the fiue sences woundeth VVhose sight the minde of lookers launcheth VVhose force all other force astoundeth Thence to that bed where loues proude Queene In silent maiestie sweet sleepeth VVhere her soft louely pillowes beene VVhere Cupid through loues conduictes creepeth Pillowes of Venus turtles downe Pillowes then Venus turtles softer Pillowes the more where loue lyes downe More couetes to lye downe and ofter Pillowes on which two sweet rose buddes Dew'de with Ambrosiall nectar lye VVhere loues milke-way by springs floodes Through violet pathes smooth slideth by But now with feares and teares proceede Loues place of torture to deelare VVhich such calamitie doth breede To those which there imprisoned are VVhich once in cheanes are neuer free Which still for want of succour pyne Dry sighes salte-watrie teares which bee For daintie cates and pleasant wine Immur'de with pure white Iuorye Fetters of Adamant to draw Euen steele it selfe if ir be nye A bondage without right or law With poore Actaeon ouerthrowne But for a looke and with an eye In his cleare armes loues sergeant knowne Arrestes each louer that goes by This is her hart loues prison call'de Whose conquest is impregnable Whence who so chaunce to be in thrall'de To come forth after are vnable Further to passe then I haue seene Or more to shew then may be told Were too much impudence I weene Here therefore take myne anchor hold And with the Romaine Poet deeme Partes vnreueal'de to be most sweete Which here describ'de might euill beseeme And for a modest muse vnmeete Such blessed morninges seldome bee Such sightes too rare when men goe by Would I but once the like might see That I might dye before I dye SESTINE 4. Eccho what shall I do to my Nymphe when I goe to behold her Eccho hold her So dare I not least she should thinke that I make her a pray then Eccho pray then Yea but at me she will take scorne proceeded of honor Eccho on her Me beare will she with her to deale so saucilie neuer Eccho euer Yea but I greatly feare she will haue pure thoughtes to refuse such Eccho fewe such Then will I venture againe more bold if you warne me to do so Eccho do so I must write with teares and sighes before that I do so Eccho do so But what if my teares and sighes be to weake to remoue her Eccho moue her So shall yee moue huge Alpes with teares and sighes if you may such Eccho you may such If any that shall affirme for a truth I shall hold that they lye then Eccho lye then If I studie to death in ◅inde shall I lye neuer Eccho euer Oh what is it to lye is 't not dishonor Eccho t is honor Then to flatter a while her is 't not dishonor Eccho honor Then will I wrest out sighes and wring forth teares when I do so Eccho do so Least she finde my craft with her I may toye neuer Eccho euer Then if you iest in kinde with her you winne her Eccho you winne her Then what time she laughes from her hart shall I smile then Eccho ey smile then They that like my ioyes is it harme if I kisse such Eccho ey kisse such Yea but most Ladyes haue disdainefull mindes to refuse such Eccho fewe such In what space shall I know whether her loue resteth in honour Eccho in one hower Oh for such a sweet hower my life of howers will I pray then Eccho ayo then Then if I finde as I would more bold to vrge her I may be so Eccho be so But if she do refuse then woe to th' atempter Eccho attempt her She will proudly refuse and speakes in iest neuer Eccho euer So though still she refuse she speakes in iest euer Eccho euer Then such as these bee the true best signes to seeke out such Eccho seeke out such Such will I seeke but what shall I do when I first shall attempt her Eccho tempt her How shall I tempt her-eare she stand on termes of her honor Eccho on her Oh might I come to that I thinke it is euen so Eccho t is euen so Strongly to tempt and moue at first is surely the best then Eccho the best then What when they do repugne yet cry not forth will they do then Eccho do then With such a blunt proeme Ladies shall I moue neuer Eccho euer I must waite at an inche on such Nymphes whom I regard so Eccho guarde so Those whom in hart I loue my faith doth firmely deserue such Eccho serue such Then to become their slaues is no great dishonor Eccho honor But to the muses first I will recommend her Eccho commende her They that pittie louers i' st good if I prayse such Eccho ey prayse such If that I write their prayse by my verse shall they liue neuer Eccho euer If thy wordes be true with thankes take adew then Eccho adew then CARMEN ANACREONTIVM ODE 17. Reueale sweet muse this secrette Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumph in glorie Where others talke of eagles Searching the Sunne with quick-sighi With eyes in brightnesse pearsaunte Parthenophe my sweet Nymphe With sight more quicke then eagles With eyes more cleare and pearsaunte And which exceedes all eagles Whose influence giues more heate Then Sunne in Cancer tropique With proude imperious glaunces Subdewing all beholders Which gaze vpon their brightnesse Shall triumphe ouer that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumph in glorie Where some of heauenly Nectar The tastes cheefe comfort talke of For pleasure and sweet relish Where some coelestiall Syrroppes And sweet Barbarian spices For pleasauntnesse commend most Parthenophe my sweet Nymphe With lippes more sweet then Nectar Containing much more comfort Then all coelestiall Syrroppes And which exceedes all spices On which none can take surfet Shall triumphe ouer that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumphe in glorie Where some Panchaian incense And riche
Arabian odours And waters sweet distilled Where some of herbes and flowers Of Amber-greece and sweet rootes For heauenly spirite prayse most Parthenophe my sweet Nymphe With breath more sweet then incense Panchaian or Arabicke Or any sortes of sweet thinges And which exceedes all odours Whose spirite is loues godhead Shall triumphe ouer that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumphe in glorie Where musique restes in voyces As Socrates supposed In voyce and bodies mouing As though Aristoxinus In mynde as Theophrastus Her voyce exceedes all musique Her bodies comely carridge Her gesture and deuine grace Doth rauish all be holders Her mynde it is much heauenly And which exceedes all iudgement But such sweet lookes sweet thoughtes tell And makes her conquour that sence Reueale sweet muse this secret Wherein the liuely sences Do most triumphe in glorie Where some of sacred handes talke Whose blessing makes things prosper Where some of well-skill'de fingers Which makes such heauenly musique With woode and tuch of sinewes Parthenophes deuine handes Let them but tuch my rude handes Let them but tuch my pale cheekes Let them but any part tuch My sorrow shall asswage soone Let her but checke the lute string The sounde to heauen shall charme me Thus shee the sences conquores ODE 18. Oh that I could make her whom I loue best Finde in a face with miserie wrinckled Finde in an hart with sighes ouer-ill-pynde Her cruell hatred Oh that I could make her whom I loue best Finde by my teares what maladie vexeth Finde by my throbbes how forceably loues darte Woundes my decayde hart Oh that I could make her whom I loue best Tell with a sweet smile that she respecteth All my lamentinges and that in her hart Mourne fully she rues For my desartes were worthy the fauours Of such a fayre Nymphe might she be fairer Oh then a firme faith what may be richer Then to my loue yeeld Then will I leaue these teares to the wast rockes Then will I leaue these sighes to the rough windes Oh that I could make her whom I loue best Pittie my long smart ODE 19. Why should I weepe in vayne poore and remedilesse Why should I make complainte to the deafe wildernesse Why should I sigh for ease sighes they breede maladie Why should I grone in hart grones they bring miserie Why should teares plaintes sighes mingled with heauy grones Practise their crueltie whiles I cōplaine to stones Oh what a cruell hart with such a tyrannie Hardly she practiseth in greefes extremitie Such to make conquered whom she would haue deprest Such a man to disease whom she would haue opprest Oh but Parthenophe turne and be pittifull Crueltie bewtie staynes thou sweet art bewtifull If that I made offence my loue is all the fault VVhich thou can charge me with thē do not masse assault With fuch extremities for my kinde hartie loue But for loues pittie sake from me thy frownes remoue So shalt thou make me blest so shall my sorrowes cease So shall I liue at ease so shall my ioyes acrease So shal teares plaints sighes mingled with heauy grones Wearie the rockes no more nor lament to the stones ODE 20. ASCLEPIAD O sweet pittilesse eye bewtifull Orient Since my ◅aith is a rocke durable euery where Smile and shine with a glaunce hartely me to ioye Bewtie taketh a place pittie regardes it not Vertue findeth a throane settled in euery part Pittie founde none at all banished euery where Since then bewtie triumphes chastities enemy And vertue cleped is much to be pittifull And since that thy delight is euer vertuous My teares Parthenophe pittie be pittifull So shall men the repute great as an holy Saint So shall bewtie remaine mightely glorified So thy fame shall abounde durably chronicled Then sweet Parthenophe pittie be mercifull SONNET CV Ah me how many wayes haue I assaide To winne my mistresse to me ceaselesse suite What endlesse meanes and prayers haue I made To thy faire graces euer deafe and mute At thy long absence like an errant page With sighes and teares long iourneyes did I make Through pathes vnknowne in tedious pilgrimage And neuer slept but alwayes did awake And hauing founde the ruthlesse and vnkinde Soft skinn'd hard-harted sweet lookes voyde of pittie Ten thousand furies raged in my minde Chaunging the tenour of my louely dittie By whose enchaunting sawes and magicke spell Thine hard indurate hart I must compell SESTINE 5. Then first with lockes disheueled and bare Straite guirded in a chearefull calmie night Hauing a fier made of greene Cypresse woode And with male franckincense on alter kindled I call on threefould Hecate with teares And here with loude voyce inuocate the furies For their assistance to me with their furies Whilst snowye steedes in coach bright Phoebe bare Ay me Parthenophe smiles at my teares I neither take my rest by day or night Her cruell loues in me such heate haue kindled Hence goate and bring her to me raging woode Hecate tell which way she comes through the woode This wine aboute this aulter to the furies I sprinkle whiles the Cypresse bowes be kindled This brimstone earth within her bowelles bare And this blew incense sacred to the night This hand perforce from this bay this braunche teares So be she brought which pittied not my teares And as it burneth with the Cypresse woode So burne she with desier by day and night You goddes of vengance and auenge-full furies Reuenge to whom I bende on my knees bare Hence goate and bring her with loues outrage kindled Hecate make signes if she with loue come kindled Thinke on my passions Hec'ate and my teares This Rose mariene whose braunche she cheefely bare And loued best I cut both barke and woode Broke with this brasen Axe and in loues furies I treade on it reioycing in this night And saying let her her feele such woundes this night About this alter and rich incense kindled This lace and Veruine to loues bitter furies I binde and s◅rewe and with sadde sighes and teares About I beare her Image raging woode Hence goate and bring her from her bedding bare Hecate reueale if she like passions bare I knitte tree true loue knottes this is loues night Of three discolour'd silkes to make her woode But she scornes Venus till her loues be kindled And till she finde the greefe of fighes and teares Sweet Queene of loues for mine vnpittied furies A like torment her with such scaulding furies And this turtle when the losse she bare Of her deare make in her kinde did shed teares And mourning did seeke him all day and night Let such lament in her for me be kindled And mourne she still till she runne raging woode Hence goate and bring her to me raging woode These letter 's and these verses to the furries Which she did write all in this flame be kindled Me with these papers in vayne hope she bare That she to day would turne mine hopelesse night These