locks Thy freedome then is brought into the stocks To touch hir hand hir hand bindes thy desire To weare hir ring hir ring is Nessus gift To feele hir brest hir brest doth blowe the fire To see hir bare hir bare a balefull drift To baite thine eies thereon is losse of sight To thinke of it confounds thy senses quite Kisses the keies to sweete consuming sin Closings Cleopatras adders at thy brest Fained resistance then she will begin And yet vnsatiable in all the rest And when thou doost vnto the act proceede The bed doth grone and tremble at the deede Beautie a siluer dew that falls in May Loue is an Egshell with that humor fild Desire a winged boy comming that way Delights and dallies with it in the field The firie Sun drawes vp the shell on hie Beautie decaies Loue dies desire doth slie Vnharmd giue eare that thing is hap'ly caught That cost some deere if thou maist ha't for naught AS ioy of ioyes and neuer dying blis Is to behold that mightie powre diuine Nor may we craue more blessednes than this With face to face to see his glorie shine So heere on earth the onely good I finde Is your sweete sight my whole content of minde If to the hart mine eie doth truthe impart More faire of late than erst before you seeme Which beautie though it breede my endles smart Yet still I loue and worthily esteeme And if those beames would shine vpon me still Then had I heauen and happines at will Some things by smelling liue as fame report And some the water ioy to their desire The subtile ayre contents another sort And other some by taste and touch of fire If such can liue with things of small delight Much more should I enioying of your sight SEt me where Phoebus heate the flowers slaieth Or where continuall snowe withstands his forces Set me where he his temprate raies displaieth Or where he comes or where he neuer courses Set me in Fortunes grace or else discharged In sweete and pleasant aire or darke and glooming Where daies and nights are lesser or inlarged In yeeres of strength in failing age or blooming Set me in heauen or earth or in the center Lowe in a vale or on a mountaine placed Set me to daunger perill and aduenture Graced by Fame or infamie disgraced Set me to these or anie other triall Except my Mistres anger and deniall I sawe the eies that haue my seeing bounde I harde the toong that made my speech to staie Hir wit my thoughts did captiue and confounde And with hir graces drew my life away Vnto hir life in whom my sences liues My spirit vp himselfe for tribute giues She sawe mine eies and they recouer'd light She spake to me and I had powre to speake She graced me and I regained spright She freed my hart that readie was to breake My life that erst beginning had in me Now by hir being doth begin to be Mine eies behold the beautie raignes in hir Speake toong of hir that nothing is but wonder To honor hir my spirits onely stir Serue hir my hart or hart deuide asunder And life liue in the fauor she hath showne Whereby thou hast more stength than was thine owne Mistres this grace vnto your seruant giue Thus for to liue or not at all to liue NArcissus neuer by desire distressed Elected for the solace of his dwelling The diuers coullerd Medowe liuely dressed And fed with currant fresh of waters swelling The while he liues in libertie thrise blessed Loue sees and enuieth his life excelling And in the waters streight a shape expressed The poyson of his life and freedomes quelling So carelesse I that romed foorth vnarmed Not dreading Loue who watches rebels narrow No sonner sawe hir eies than inlie warmed With vnperceiued flames within the marrow And yet of both my selfe most deepely harmed With waters he I with a burning arrow He drown'd in waues the which his teares did cherish I liue in fire and die and yet not perish THe firmament with golden stars adorned The Saylers watchfull eies full well contenteth And afterward with tempest ouerspred The absent lights of heauen he sore lamenteth Your face the firmament of my repose Long time haue kept my waking thoughts delighted But now the clouds of sorrow ouergoes Your glorious skies wherewith I am affrighted For I that haue my life and fortunes placed Within the ship that by those planets saileth By enuious chaunce am ouermuch disgraced Seeing the Loadstar of my courses faileth And yet content to drowne without repining To haue my stars affoord the world their shining CEase restles thoughts surcharg'd with heauines Loue fortune and disdaine with their endeuer The forces of my life will soone disseuer Without the sting of your vnquietnes And thou oh hart guiltie of my distresse To harbor these faire foes doost still perseuer Whereby thou shewst false traitor thou hadst leuer Their conquest than mine ease and happines In thee Loues messengers haue taken dwelling Fortune in thee hir pompe triumphant spreadeth Disdaine hath spent on thee hir bitter swelling Thus thou the root from whence my woes proceedeth Cease then vain thoughts no more my sorows double Loue fortune and disdaine ynough of trouble THinking vpon the name by Loue engraued Within my hart to be my liues directer The value of the whole entirely saued I reade vpon the sillables this lecter Maruell the first into my spirits soundeth And maruelling at hir the maruell woundeth I seeke to Gaine as by the second's ment An interest in this admired maruaile But cannot finde a meane sufficient So hie a rated Gem to counteruaile There is no weight in fire ordaind to shine Nor counterworth of any thing diuine The last doth giue me counsell to Retire And rest content that Loue hath blest my sight And toucht my fancie with th'immortall fire Of this diuine and precious Margaret And thanke my fortune of exceeding fauour As to be thralled to so sweete behauiour O See my hart vncertaine what effect Shall finally ensue so high a scope See what it is a Master to neglect To haue a Mistres entertaind on hope He whom it was thy fortune first to serue As she doth now could neuer see thee sterue There meanly lodg'd yet mery were thy daies Here high conceited intermixt with feare There words and works all one here great delaies There things were in their kinde here as they were Thy hopes there small but yet assured Loue And here though great God knowes if any proue Yet must I not discourage thine intent All paines and torments suffred for hir sake May be in fine well answerd by euent If so thy sute in time effect may take But tell hir what thy former Master saies Cursed is he that dieth through delaies TO make a truce sweete Mistres with your eies How often haue I proffred you my hart Which profers vnesteemed you despise As far to meane to equall your desart Your minde wherein all hie
death Loe thus I liue but looking still to die And still I looke but still I see in vaine And still in vaine alas I lie and crie And still I crie but haue no ease of paine So still in paine I liue looke lie and crie When hope would helpe or death would let me die Sometime I sleepe a slumber not a sleepe And then I dreame God knowes of no delight But of such woes as makes me lie and weepe Vntill I wake in such a pitious plight As who beheld me sleeping or awaking Would say my hart were in a heauie taking Looke as the dew doth lie vpon the ground So sits the sweate of sorow on my face Oh deadly dart that strooke so deepe a wound Oh hatefull hap to hit in such a place The hart is hurt and bleedes the bodie ouer Yet cannot die nor euer health recouer Then he or she that hath a happie hand To helpe a hart that hath no hope to liue Come come with speede and do not staying stand But if no one can any comfort giue Run to the Church and bid the Sexton toule A solemne knell yet for a filie soule Harke how it sounds that sorrow lasteth long Long long long long long long and longer yet Oh cruell death thou doost me double wrong To let me lie so long in such a fit Yet when I die write neighbors where I lie Long was I dead ere death would let me die THese lines I send by waues of woe And bale becomes my boate Which sighes of sorowes still shall keepe On floods of feare afloate My sighes shall serue me still for winde My lading is my smart And true report my pilot is My hauen is thy hart My keele is fram'd of crabbed care My ribs are all of ruthe My planks are nothing else but plants With treenailes ioinde with truthe My maine mast made of nought but mone My tackling trickling teares And Topyard like a troubled minde A flagge of follie beares My Cable is a constant hart My Anckor luckles Loue Which Reasons Capstones from the ground Of griefe can not remoue My Decks are all of deepe disgrace My Compas discontent And perill is my Northern Pole And death my Orient My Saylers are my sorowing thoughts The Boateswane bitter sence The Master miserie his mate Is dolefull diligence Sir W. H. FEede still thy selfe thou fondling with beliefe Go hunt thy hope that neuer tooke effect Accuse the wrongs that oft hath wrought thy griefe And reckon sure where reason would suspect Dwell in the dreames of wish and vaine desire Pursue the faith that flies and seekes to new Run after hopes that mocke thee with retire And looke for loue where liking neuer grew Deuise conceits to ease thy carefull hart Trust vpon times and daies of grace behinde Presume the rights of promise and desart And measure loue by thy beleeuing minde Force thy affects that spite doth daily chace Winke at the wrongs with wilfull ouersight See not the soyle and staine of thy disgrace Nor recke disdaine to doate on thy delite And when thou seest the end of thy reward And these effects ensue of thine assault When rashnes rues that reason should regard Yet still accuse thy fortune for the fault And crie O Loue O death O vaine desire When thou complainst the heate feeds the fire MY first borne loue vnhappily conceiued Brought foorth in paine christened with a curse Die in your Infancie of life bereaued By your cruell nurse Restlesse desire from my Loue that proceeded Leaue to be and seeke your heauen by dieng Since you O you your owne hope haue exceeded By too hie flieng And you my words my harts faithfull expounders No more offer your Iewell vnesteemed Since those eies my Loues life and liues confounders Your woorth misdeemed Loue leaue to desire words leaue it to vtter Swell on my thoughts till you breake that contains you My complaints in those deafe eares no more mutter That so disdaines you And you careles of me that without feeling With drie eies behold my Tragedie smiling Decke your proude triumphes with your poore slaues yeelding To his owne spoyling But if that wrong or holy truth dispised To iust reuenge the heauens euer moued So let hir loue and so be still denied Who she so loued THe brainsicke race that wanton youth ensues Without regard to grounded wisdomes lore As often as I thinke thereon renues The fresh remembrance of an ancient sore Reuoking to my pensiue thoughts at last The worlds of wickednes that I haue past And though experience bids me bite on bit And champe the bridle of a better smacke Yet costly is the price of after wit Which brings so cold repentance at hir backe And skill that's with so many losses bought Men say is little better worth than nought And yet this fruit I must confesse doth growe Of follies scourge that though I now complaine Of error past yet henceforth I may knowe To shun the whip that threats the like againe For wise men though they smart a while had leuer To learne experience at the last than neuer THose eies which set my fancie on a fire Those crisped haires which hold my hart in chains Those daintie hands which conquer'd my desire That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the rains Those eies for cleernes doe the starrs surpas Those haires obscure the brightnes of the Sunne Those hands more white than euer Iuorie was That wit euen to the skies hath glorie woon O eies that pearce our harts without remorse O haires of right that weares a roiall crowne O hands that conquer more than Caesars force O wit that turns huge kingdoms vpside downe Then Loue be Iudge what hart may thee withstand Such eies such haire such wit and such a hand PRaisd be Dianas faire and harmles light Praisd be the dewes wherwith she moists the ground Praisd be hir beames the glorie of the night Praisd be hir powre by which all powres abound Praisd be hir Nimphs with whom she decks the woods Praisd be hir knights in whom true honor liues Praisd be that force by which she moues the floods Let that Diana shine which all these giues In heauen Queene she is among the spheares In ay she Mistres like makes all things pure Eternitie in hir oft chaunge she beares She beautie is by hir the faire endure Time weares hir not she doth his chariot guide Mortalitie belowe hir orbe is plaste By hir the vertue of the starrs downe slide In hir is vertues perfect image cast A knowledge pure it is hir worth to kno With Circes let them dwell that thinke not so LIke to a Hermite poore in place obscure I meane to spend my daies of endles doubt To waile such woes as time cannot recure Where none but Loue shall euer finde me out My foode shall be of care and sorow made My drink nought else but teares falne from mine eies And for my light in such obscured shade The flames
shall serue which from my hart arise A gowne of graie my bodie shall attire My staffe of broken hope whereon Ile staie Of late repentance linckt with long desire The couch is fram'de whereon my limbes Ile lay And at my gate dispaire shall linger still To let in death when Loue and Fortune will LIke truthles dreames so are my ioyes expired And past returne are all my dandled daies My loue misled and fancie quite retired Of all which past the sorow onely staies My lost delights now cleane from sight of land Haue left me all alone in vnknowne waies My minde to woe my life in fortunes hand Of all which past the sorow onely staies As in a countrey strange without companion I onely waile the wrong of deaths delaies Whose sweete spring spent whose sommer wel nie don Of all which past the sorow onely staies Whom care forewarnes ere age and winter colde To haste me hence to finde my fortunes folde A Secret murder hath bene done of late Vnkindnes founde to be the bloudie knife And shee that did the deede a dame of state Faire gracious wise as any beareth life To quite hir selfe this answere did she make Mistrust quoth she hath brought him to his end Which makes the man so much himselfe mistake To lay the guilt vnto his guiltles frend Ladie not so not feard I found my death For no desart thus murdered is my minde And yet before I yeeld my fainting breath I quite the killer tho I blame the kinde You kill vnkinde I die and yet am true For at your sight my wound doth bleede anew SOught by the world and hath the world disdain'd Is she my hart for whom thou doost endure Vnto whose grace sith Kings haue not obtaind Sweete is thy choise though losse of life be sowre Yet to the man whose youth such pains must proue No better end than that which comes by Loue. Steere then thy course vnto the port of death Sith thy hard hap no better hap may finde Where when thou shalt vnlade thy latest breath Enuie hir selfe shall swim to saue thy minde Whose bodie sunke in search to gaine that shore Where many a Prince had perished before And yet my hart it might haue been foreseene Sith skilfull medcins mends each kinde of griefe Then in my breast full safely hadst thou beene But thou my hart wouldst neuer me beleeue Who tolde thee true when first thou didst aspire Death was the end of euery such desire HIr face Hir tong Hir wit So faire So sweete So sharpe First bent Then drew Then hit Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To like To learne To loue Hir face Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead doth teach Doth moue Oh face Oh tong Oh wit With frownes With checke With smart Wrong not Vexe not Wound not Mine eie Mine eare My hart Mine eie Mine eare My hart To learne To knowe To feare Hir facc Hir tong Hir wit Doth lead Doth teach Doth sweare CAlling to minde mine eie long went about T'entice my hart to seeke to leaue my brest All in a rage I thought to pull it out By whose deuice I liu'd in such vnrest What could it say to purchase so my grace Forsooth that it had seene my Mistres face Another time I likewise call to minde My hart was he that all my woe had wrought For he my brest the fort of Loue resignde When of such warrs my fancie neuer thought What could it say when I would him haue slaine But he was yours and had forgone me cleane At length when I perceiu'd both eie and hart Excusde themselues as guiltles of mine ill I found my selfe was cause of all my smart And tolde my selfe my selfe now slay I will But when I found my selfe to you was true I lou'd my selfe bicause my selfe lou'd you WHat else is hell but losse of blisfull heauen What darknes else but lacke of lightsome day What else is death but things of life bereauen What winter else but pleasant springs decay Vnrest what else but fancies hot desire Fed with delay and followed with dispaire What else mishap but longing to aspire To striue against earth water fire and aire Heauen were my state and happie Sunneshine day And life most blest to ioy one howres desire Hap blisse and rest and sweete springtime of May Were to behold my faire consuming fire But loe I feele by absence from your sight Mishap vnrest death winter hell darke night WOuld I were chaung'd into that golden showre That so diuinely streamed from the skies To fall in drops vpon the daintie floore Where in hir bed she solitarie lies Then would I hope such showres as richly shine Would pearce more deepe than these wast teares of mine Or would I were that plumed Swan snowe white Vnder whose forme was hidden heauenly power Then in that riuer would I most delite Whose waues doe beate against hir stately bower And in those banks so tune my dying song That hir deafe ears would think my plaint too long Else would I were Narcissus that sweete boy And she hir selfe the sacred fountaine cleere Who rauisht with the pride of his owne ioy Drenched his lims with gazing ouer neere So should I bring my soule to happie rest To end my life in that I loued best WHo plucks thee down frō hie desire poor hart Who comforts thee in depth of thy distresse Amid contents who breeds thy secret smart Who seekes the meane thy sorrowes may be lesse Who calls thy wits togither to their worke Who warnes thy will to follow warie wit Who lets thee see in loue what sorrowes lurke Who makes thee feele the force of fancies fit Who taught thee first to trie before thou trust Who bids thee keepe a faithfull tried freend Who wils thee say loue wantons he that lust Who winnes the wish that hath a happie end Care then to keepe that faithfull friend in store Whose loue commands that thou shalt care no more THose eies that holds the hand of euery hart Those hands that holds the hart of euery eie That wit that goes beyond all natures Art That sence too deepe for wisdome to discrie That eie that hand that wit that heauenly sence All these doth show my Mistres Excellence Oh eies that perce into the purest hart Oh hands that hold the highest harts in thrall Oh wit that weyes the deapth of all desart Oh sence that showes the secret sweete of all The heauen of heuens with heuenly powrs preserue thee Loue but thy selfe and giue me leaue to serue thee To serue to liue to looke vpon those eies To looke to liue to kisse that heauenlie hand To sound that wit that doth amaze the wise To know that sence no sence can vnderstand To vnderstande that all the world may know Such wit such sence eies hands there are no moe WHo list to heare the sum of sorrowes state The depth of dole
wherein a minde may dwell The loathed life that happie harts may hate The saddest tale that euer toong could tell But reade this verse and say who wrote the same Doth onely dwell where comfort neuer came A carefull head first crost with crooked hap A wofull wit bewitcht with wretched will A clyming hart falne downe from Fortunes lap A bodie borne to loose his labour still A mourning minde sore mated with despite May serue to shewe the lacke of my delite Yet more than this a hope still founde in vaine A vile dispaire that speakes but of distresse A forst content to suffer deadly paine A paine so great as can not get redresse Will all affirme my sum of sorrow such As neuer man that euer knew so much AS rare to heare as seldome to be seene It can not be nor euer yet hath beene That fire should burne with perfect heate and flame Without some matter for to yeeld the same A straunger case yet true by proofe I knowe A man in ioye that liued still in woe Burnt with desire and doth posses at will Enioying all yet all desiring still Who hath ynough yet thinks he liues without To want no loue and yet to stand in doubt What discontent to liue in such desire To haue his will yet euer to require THe time when first I fell in Loue Which now I must lament The yeere wherein I lost such time to compasse my content The day wherein I sawe too late The follies of a Louer The hower wherein I found such losse As care cannot recouer And last the minute of mishap Which makes me thus to plaine The dolefull fruits of Louers sutes Which labor lose in vaine Doth make me solemnly protest As I with paine doe proue There is no time yeere day nor howre Nor minute good to loue WHen day is gone and darknes come The toyling tired wight Doth vse to ease his wearie bones By rest in quiet night When storme is staied and harbor woon The Sea man set on shore With comfort doth requite the care Of perils past before When Loue hath woon where it did woo And light where it delites Contented minde thenceforth forgets The frowne of former spites THough neither tears nor torments can be thought Nor death it selfe too deere to be sustaind To win those ioyes so woorthie to be sought So rare to reach so sweete to be obtaind Yet earnest Loue with longing to aspire To that which hope holds in so high regarde Makes time delaid a torment to desire When Loue with hope forbeares his iust rewarde Then blessed hope haste on thy happie daies Saue my desire by shortning thy dealaies A notable description of the World OF thick and thin light heauie dark and cleere White black blew red green purple die Gold Siluer Brasse Lead Iron Tin and Copper Moist aire hot fire cold water earth full drie Blood Choler Flegme and Melancholie by A mixed masse a Chaos all confusde Such was the world till God diuision vsde In framing heau'n and earth God did diuide The first daies light and darkth to night and day The second he a firmament applide Third fruitfull earth appeerd Seas tooke their way Fourth Sun and Moone with Stars in skies he fixt Fift Fish and Foule the Sea and land possest And God made Man like to himselfe the sixt The seauenth day when all things he had blest He hallowed that and therein tooke his rest W. S. Gent. BY wracke late driuen on shoare from Cupids Crare Whose sailes of error sighes of hope and feare Conueied through seas of teares and sands of care Till rocks of high disdaine hir sides did teare I write a dirge for dolefull doues to sing With selfe same quill I pluckt from Cupids wing Farewell vnkinde by whom I fare so ill Whose looks bewitcht my thoughts with false surmise Till forced reason did vnbinde my will And shewed my hart the follie of mine eies And saide attending where I should attaine Twixt wish and want was but a pleasing paine Farewell vnkinde my floate is at an ebbe My troubled thoughts are turnd to quiet wars My fancies hope hath spun and spent hir webbe My former wounds are closed vp with skars As ashes lie longe since consumde with fire So is my loue so now is my desire Farewell vnkinde my first and finall loue Whose coie contempts it bootes not heere to name But gods are iust and euery star aboue Doth threat reuenge where faith's reward is blame And I may liue though your despised thrall By fond mischoyce to see your fortunes fall Farewell vnkinde most cruell of your kinde By whom my worth is drowned in disdaines As was my loue so is your iudgement blinde My fortune ill and such hath bene my gaines But this for all I list no more to saie Farewell faire proude not lifes but loues decaie THe gentle season of the yeere Hath made my blooming branch appeere And beautified the land with flowres The aire doth sauor with delight The heauens doe smile to see the sight And yet mine eies augments their showres The meades are mantled all with greene The trembling leaues haue cloth'd the treene The birds with feathers new doe sing But I poore soule when wrong doth wrack Attyres my slfe in mourning black Whose leafe doth fall amid his spring And as you see the skarlet Rose In his sweete prime his buds disclose Whose hewe is with the Sun reuiued So in the Aprill of mine age My liuely colours doe asswage Because my Sun-shine is depriued My hart that wonted was of yore Light as the winde abroad to sore Amongst the buds when beautie springs Now onely houers ouer you As doth the birde thats taken new And mourns when all hir neighbours sings When euery man is bent to sport Then pensiue I alone resort Into some solitarie walke As doth the dolefull Turtle doue Who hauing lost hir faithfull loue Sits mourning on some withered stalke There to my selfe I doe recount How far my woes my ioyes surmount How Loue requiteth me with hate How all my pleasures end in paine How hate doth say my hope is vaine How fortune frownes vpon my state And in this moode charg'd with despaire With vapored sighes I dim the aire And to the Gods make this request That by the ending of my life I may haue truce with this strange strife And bring my soule to better rest A Counterloue DEclare O minde from fond desires excluded That thou didst find erewhile by Loue deluded An eie the plot whereon Loue sets his gin Beautie the trap wherein the heedles fall A smile the traine that drawes the simple in Sweete words the wilie instrument of all Intreaties posts faire promises are charmes Writing the messenger that wooes our harmes Mistresse and seruant titles of mischaunce Commaundments done the act of slauerie Their coulors worne a clownish cognisaunce And double dutie pettie drudgerie And when she twines and dallies with thy
perfections flowe Deignes not the thought of things that are so lowe To striue to alter his desires were vaine Whose vowed hart affects no other place The which since you despise I doe disdaine To count it mine as erst before it was For that is mine which you alone alow As I am yours and onely liue for you Now if I him forsake and he not finde His wretched exile succord by your eies He can not yeeld to serue anothers minde Nor liue alone for nature that denies Then die he must for other choise is none But liue in you or me or die alone Whose haples death when Fame abroad hath blowne Blame and reproch procures vnto vs both I as vnkinde forsaking so mine owne But you much more from whom the rigour groweth And so much more will your dishonor be By how much more it loued you than me Sweete Ladie then the harts misfortune rue Whose loue and seruice euermore was true SEeing those eies that with the Sun contendeth For maiestie of light and excellence A quickning pleasure secretly descendeth Into my hart by subtill influence Not seeing them horror my blisse depriueth And I as one by publike lawe conuicted Whom rigorouslie the hedsman onward driueth To shamefull death most heauily afflicted I onely liue when I behold your shining Bright stars rare lights sweete authors of my gladnes Absent from you my hart in sorrow pining Doth feede on teares on anguish griefe and sadnes Then maruell not if I desire accesse Vnto the fountaine of my happines TO shun the death my rare and chosen Iuell That couertly within your eies soiourneth I flie and flying feele the fire more cruell Wherewith offended loue my spirits burneth A death most painfull and the paine more bitter Then I returne resolued in opinion Since I must die neere or farre of tys fitter To end my life within hir eies dominion O then displaie faire Eies your influence That I into the deeper flames ascending Fall soone to ashes by hir excellence And better be contented with my ending And all remooued that my quiet hinders Rake vp both loue and life within those cinders OF all the woes my pensiue hart endureth It greeues me most when I my sorrowes frame I knowe not what this wretchednes procureth Nor whereupon I am to cast the blame The fault is not in hir for well I see I am vnworthy of hir grace in this Nor yet in loue who hath vouchsafed me To knowe within this life so rare a blisse To grieue me of my sight then comes to minde As head and author of my haples woes But better afterward aduisde I finde That onely from hir lookes all sweetnes floes And when iust cause of sorrowing doth faile I waile in fine bicause I cannot waile DIuide my times and rate my wretched howres From day to month from month to many yeeres And then compare my sweetest to my sowres To see which more in equall view appeeres And iudge if for my daies and yeeres of care I haue but howres of comfort to compare Iust and not much it were in these extreemes So hard a touch and torment of the thought For any minde that any right esteemes To yeeld so small delite so deerely bought But he that liues but in his owne despite Is not to finde his fortune by his right The life that still runs forth hir wearie waies With sowre to sawce the dainties of delite And care to choake the pleasure of hir daies And no rewarde those many wrongs to quite No blame to holde such irksome time in hate As but to losse prolongs a wretched state And so I loath euen to behold the light That shines without all pleasure to mine eies With greedie wish I wait still for the night Yet neither this I finde that may suffice Not that I holde the day in more delight But that alike I loath both day and night The day I see yeelds but increase to care The night that should by nature serue to rest Against hir kinde denies such ease to spare As pitie would affoord the soule opprest And broken sleepes oft times present in sight A dreaming wish beguild with false delight The sleepe or else what so for sweete appeeres Is vnto me but pleasure in despite The flowre of age the name of yonger yeeres Doe but vsurpe the title of delite For carefull thought and sorow sundry waies Consumes my youth before my aged daies The touch the sting the torment of desire To striue beyond the compas of restraint Kept from the reach whereto it would aspire Giues cause God knowes too iust to my complaint Besides the wrongs which now with my distresse My meaning is in silence to suppresse Oft with my selfe I enter in deuice To reconcile these wearie thoughts to peace I treat for truce I flatter and entice My wrangling wits to worke for their release But all in vaine I seeke the meanes to finde That might appease the discord of my minde For when I force a fained mirth in shoe And would forget and so beguile my greefe I cannot rid my selfe of sorow so Altho I feede vpon a false beleefe For inward touch of vncontented minde Returns my cares by course vnto their kinde Wainde from my will and thus by triall taught How for to holde all fortune in regard Though heere I boast a knowledge deerely bought Yet this poore gaine I reape for my reward I learne hereby to harden and prepare A readie minde for all assaults of care Whereto as one euen from my cradle borne And not to looke for better to ensue I yeeld my selfe and wish these times outworne That but remaine my torments to renue And leaue to those these daies of my despite Whose better hap may liue to more delite A description of Loue. NOw what is Loue I praie thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sauncing bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Yet what is Loue I praie thee saie It is a worke on holie daie It is December matcht with Maie When lustie blouds in fresh araie Heare ten months after of the plaie And this is Loue as I heare saie Yet what is Loue I praie thee saine It is a Sunshine mixt with raine It is a tooth ache or like paine It is a game where none doth gaine The Lasse saith no and would full faine And this is Loue as I heare saine Yet what is Loue I pray thee say It is a yea it is a nay A pretie kinde of sporting fray It is a thing will soone away Then take the vantage while you may And this is Loue as I heare say Yet what is Loue I pray thee shoe A thing that creepes it cannot goe A prize that passeth to and fro A thing for one a thing for mo And he that proues must finde it so And this is Loue sweet friend I troe The description
of Iealousie A Seeing friend yet enimie to rest A wrangling passion yet a gladsom thought A bad companion yet a welcom guest A knowledge wisht yet found too soone vnsought From heauen supposde yet sure condemn'd to hell Is Iealousie and there forlorne doth dwell And thence doth send fond feare and false suspect To haunt our thoughts bewitched with mistrust Which breedes in vs the issue and effect Both of conceits and actions far vniust The griefe the shame the smart wherof doth proue That Iealousie's both death and hell to Loue. For what but hell moues in the iealous hart Where restles feare works out all wanton ioyes Which doth both quench and kill the louing part And cloies the minde with worse than knowne annoyes Whose pressure far exceeds hells deepe extreemes Such life leads Loue entangled with misdeemes AH poore Conceit delite is dead Thy pleasant daies are doon The shadie dales must be his walke That cannot see the sunne The world I now to witnes call The heauens my records be If euer I were false to Loue Or Loue were true to me I knowe it now I knew it not But all too late I rew it I rew not that I knew it not But that I euer knew it My care is not a fond conceit That breedes a fained smart My griefes doe gripe me at the gall And gnaw me at the hart My teares are not those fained drops That fall from fancies eies But bitter streams of strange distresse Wherein discomfort lies My sighes are not those heauie sighes That showes a sickly breath My passions are the perfect signes And very paines of death In sum to make a dolefull end To see my death so nie That sorow bids me sing my last And so my senses die SHort is my rest whose toile is ouerlong My ioyes are darke but cleere I see my voe My safetie small great wracks I bide by wrong Whose time is swift and yet my hap but sloe Each griefe and wound in my poore hart appeeres That laugheth howres and weepeth many yeeres Deedes of the day are fables for the night Sighes of desire are smoakes of thoughtfull teares My steps are false although my paths be right Disgrace is bolde and fauor full of feares Disquiet sleepe keepes audit of my life Where rare content doth make displeasure rife The dolefull bell that is the voice of time Cals on my end before my haps be seene Thus fals my hopes whose harmes haue power to clime Not come to haue that long in wish hath beene I seeke your loue and feare not others hate Be you with me and I haue Caesars state The praise of Virginitie VIrginitie resembleth right the Rose That gallantly within the garden growes Whilst in the mothers bodie it doth stand Of nibling sheep vntoucht or shepherds hand The aire thereon and ruddie morne doth smile The earth and waters fauours it that while Braue lustie youth and the inamord Dame Euen so doth age and temples craue the same But when from naturall stalke it is remou'd And place where it so highly was belou'd The grace that earth and heauen thereon did cast With beautie fauor loue and all is past Euen so the Maid when once hir flowre is lost More deere than eie or life or what is most The loue and liking which she had before Forgoeth quite and she esteem'd no more Ladies Lenuoy to you that haue this prize I reed ye hold your wone if yiou be wise ONight O ielious night repugnant to my pleasures O night so long desir'd yet crosse to my content Ther's none but onely thou that can performe my pleasures Yet none but onely thou that hindereth my intent Thy beams thy spiteful beams thy lamps that burn to brightly Discouer all my traines and naked lay my drifts That night by night I hope yet faile my purpose nightly Thy enuious glaring gleame defeateth so my shifts Sweet night withhold thy beams withhold them til to morow Whose ioyes in lack so long a hell of torments breedes Sweete night sweete gentle night doe not prolong my sorow Desire is guide to me and Loue no Loadstar needes Let Sailers gaze on stars and Moone so freshly shining Let them that misse the way be guided by the light I knowe my Ladies bowre there needes no more diuining Affection sees in darke and Loue hath eies by night Dame Cinthia couch awhile holde in thy hornes for shining And glad not lowring night with thy too glorious raies But be she dim and darke tempestuous and repining That in hir spite my sport may worke thy endles praise And when my will is wrought then Cinthia shine good Ladie All other nights and daies in honour of that night That happie heauenly night that night so darke and shadie Wherein my Loue had eies that lighted my delight SWeete Violets Loues paradice that spred Your gracious odours which you couched beare Within your palie faces Vpon the gentle wing of some calme breathing winde That plaies amidst the plaine If by the fauour of propicious stars you gaine Such grace as in my Ladies bosome place to finde Be prowd to touch those places And whē hir warmth your moisture forth doth wear Whereby hir daintie parts are sweetly fed Your honors of the flowrie meads I pray You pretie daughters of the earth and Sun With milde and seemly breathing straight display My bitter sighes that haue my hart vndoon Vermilion Roses that with new daies rise Display your Crimsen folds fresh looking faire Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned raies of Roseat rising morne Ah if hir virgins hand Doe pluck your pure ere Phoebus view the land And vaile your gracious pomp in louely natures scorne If chaunce my Mistres traces Fast by your flowres to take the Sommers aire Then wofull blushing tempt hir glorious eies To spread their teares Adonis death reporting And tell Loues torments sorowing for hir frend Whose drops of blood within your leaus cōsorting Report faire Venus mones withouten end Then may remorse in pitying of my smart Drie vp my teares and dwell within hir hart A Vrora now began to rise againe From watrie couch and from old Tithons side In hope to kisse vpon Acteian plaine Yong Cephalus and through the golden glide On Easterne coast she cast so great a light That Phoebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis Bowre wherein he spent the night To light the world againe with heauenly fire Nor sooner gan his winged steedes to chase The Stigian night mantled with duskie vale But poore Amyntas hasteth him apace In desarts thus to weepe a wofull tale Now silent shades and all that dwell therein As Birds or Beasts or Wormes that creepe on grounde Dispose your selues to teares while I begin To rew the griefe of mine eternall wounde And dolefull ghosts whose nature flies the light Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side And whilst I die for want of my delight Lament the woes that Fancie me betide Phillis is dead the marke
eternall be And liue by vertue of his inke For by his verses he doth giue To short liude beautie aye to liue Aboue all others this is hee Which erst approoued in his song That loue and honor might agree And that pure loue will doe no wrong Sweete saints it is no sinne nor blame To loue a man of vertuous name Did neuer loue so sweetly breath In any mortall brest before Did neuer muse inspire beneath A Poets braine with finer store He wrote of loue with high conceit And beautie reard aboue hir height Then Pallas afterward attyrde Our Astrophill with hir deuice Whom in his armor heauen admyrde As of the nation of the skies He sparkled in his armes afarrs As he were dight with fierie starrs The blaze whereof when Mars beheld An enuious eie doth see afar Such maiestie quoth he is seeld Such maiestie my mart may mar Perhaps this may a suter be To set Mars by his deitie In this surmize he made with speede An iron cane wherein he put The thunder that in cloudes do breede The flame and bolt togither shut With priuie force burst out againe And so our Astrophill was slaine This word was slaine straightway did moue And natures inward life strings twitch The skie immediately aboue Was dimd with hideous clouds of pitch The wrastling winds from out the ground Fild all the aire with ratling sound The bending trees exprest a grone And sigh'd the sorow of his fall The forrest beasts made ruthfull mone The birds did tune their mourning call And Philomell for Astrophill Vnto hir notes annext a phill The turtle doue with tunes of ruthe Shewd feeling passion of his death Me thought she said I tell thee truthe Was neuer he that drew in breath Vnto his loue more trustie found Than he for whom our griefs abound The swan that was in presence heere Began his funerall dirge to sing Good things quoth he may scarce appeere But passe away with speedie wing This mortall life as death is tride And death giues life and so he di'de The generall sorrow that was made Among the creatures of kinde Fired the Phoenix where she laide Hir ashes flying with the winde So as I might with reason see That such a Phoenix nere should bee Haply the cinders driuen about May breede an ofspring neere that kinde But hardly a peere to that I doubt It cannot sinke into my minde That vnder branches ere can bee Of worth and value as the tree The Egle markt with pearcing sight The mournfull habite of the place And parted thence with mounting flight To signifie to Ioue the case What sorow nature doth sustaine For Astrophill by enuie slaine And while I followed with mine eie The flight the Egle vpward tooke All things did vanish by and by And disappeered from my looke The trees beasts birds and groue was gone So was the friend that made this mone This spectacle had firmely wrought A deepe compassion in my spright My molting hart issude me thought In streames foorth at mine eies aright And heere my pen is forst to shrinke My teares discollors so mine inke An Epitaph vpon the right Honorable sir Philip Sidney knight Lord gouernor of Flushing TO praise thy life or waile thy woorthie death And want thy wit thy wit high pure diuine Is far beyond the powre of mortall line Nor any one hath worth that draweth breath Yet rich in zeale though poore in learnings lore And friendly care obscurde in secret brest And loue that enuie in thy life supprest Thy deere life done and death hath doubled more And I that in thy time and liuing state Did onely praise thy vertues in my thought As one that seeld the rising sunne hath sought With words and teares now waile thy timelesse fate Drawne was thy race aright from princely line Nor lesse than such by gifts that nature gaue The common mother that all creatures haue Doth vertue shew and princely linage shine A king gaue thee thy name a kingly minde That God thee gaue who found it now too deere For this base world and hath resumde it neere To sit in skies and sort with powres diuine Kent thy birth daies and Oxford held thy youth The heauens made haste staide nor yeeres nor time The fruits of age grew ripe in thy first prime Thy will thy words thy words the seales of truth Great gifts and wisedome rare imploide thee thence To treat from kings with those more great than kings Such hope men had to lay the highest things On thy wise youth to be transported hence Whence to sharpe wars sweete honor did thee call Thy countries loue religion and thy friends Of woorthy men the marks the liues and ends And her defence for whom we labor all There didst thou vanquish shame and tedious age Griefe sorow sicknes and base fortunes might Thy rising day saw neuer wofull night But past with praise from of this worldly stage Backe to the campe by thee that day was brought First thine owne death and after thy long fame Teares to the soldiers the proud Castilians shame Vertue exprest and honor truly taught What hath he lost that such great grace hath woon Yoong yeeres for endles yeeres and hope vnsure Of fortunes gifts for wealth that still shall dure Oh happie race with so great praises run England doth hold thy lims that bred the same Flaunders thy valure where it last was tried The Campe thy sorow where thy bodie died Thy friends thy want the world thy vertues fame Nations thy wit our mindes lay vp thy loue Letters thy learning thy losse yeeres long to come In worthy harts sorow hath made thy tombe Thy soule and spright enrich the heauens aboue Thy liberall hart imbalmd in gratefull teares Yoong sighes sweete sighes sage sighes bewaile thy fall Enuie hir sting and spite hath left hir gall Malice hir selfe a mourning garment weares That day their Haniball died our Scipio fell Scipio Cicero and Petrarch of our time Whose vertues wounded by my woorthles rime Let Angels speake and heauens thy praises tell Another of the same Excellently written by a most woorthy Gentleman SIlence augmenteth griefe writing encreaseth rage Stald are my thoughts which lou'd lost the wonder of our age Yet quickned now with fire though dead with frost ere now Enrag'de I write I know not what dead quick I know not how Hard harted mindes relent and rigors teares abound And enuie strangely rues his end in whom no fault she found Knowledge hir light hath lost valor hath slaine hir knight Sidney is dead dead is my friend dead is the worlds delight Place pensiue wailes his fall whose presence was hir pride Time crieth out my ebbe is come his life was my spring tide Fame mournes in that she lost the ground of hir reports Ech liuing wight laments his lacke and all in sundry sorts He was wo worth that word to ech well thinking minde A spotlesse friend a matchles man whose vertue euer shinde Declaring in his
delight as in nothing more than to loue so in nothing so much as to change louers which punishment though it were onely due to our discents yet did it light most heauily vpon those knights who following vs with the heate of their affection had neither grace to get vs nor power to leaue vs. Now since by that more than mortall power of your more than humane wisedome the enchanted tables are read and both they and we released let vs be punished with more than inconstancie if we faile either to loue constantly or to alienize your memorie Inconstancie Not to be thankfull to so great a person for so great a benefite might argue as little iudgement as ill nature and therefore though it be my place to speake after you I will striue in thankfulnes to go before you but yet rather for my libertie bicause I may be as I list than for any minde I haue to be more constant than I was Const If you haue no minde to be constant what is the benefit of your deliuerance Inconst. As I tolde you before my libertie which I loue better than my selfe for though I loue inconstancie as my selfe and had as leeue not be as not be vnconstant yet can I not but hate that which I loue but when I am enforced vnto it and by your leaue as daintie as you make of the matter I am perswaded that you would euen hate your selfe if you were but wedded vnto your selfe Const. Selfeloue is not the loue that we talke of but rather the kinde of knitting of two harts in one of which sort if you had a faithfull louer what shoulde you loose by being faithfull vnto him Inconst. More than you shall get by being so Const. I seeke nothing but him to whom I am constant Inconst. And euen him shall you loose by being constant Const. What reason haue you for that Inconst. No other reason than that which is drawn from the common places of loue which is for the most part reason beyond reason Const. You may rather call it reason without reason if they conclude that loue and faith the more they haue the lesse they shall finde Inconst. Will you beleeue your owne experience Const. Farre beyond your reason Inconst Haue you not then found amongst your louers that they would flie you if you do but follow them and follow you most when you do most flie them Const. I graunt I haue found it too true in some but I now speake of a constant louer indeed Inconst. You may better speake of him than finde him but the onely way to haue him is to be vnconstant Const. How so Inconst. I haue heard Philosophers say that Inquisito termino cessat motus there is no motion and you know loue is a motion but it ceaseth or rather dieth when it hath gotten his end and to say the truth loue hath no edge when it is assured whose verie foode and life is hope and the hope of hauing is dull without the feare of loosing where there are no ryuals Const. But the more constant he findes me the more carefull he will be to deserue well of me Inconst. You deceiue your selfe with that conceite and giue him no small aduantage to range where he listeth when you let him know you are at his deuotion whom you shall be sure to haue at yours if by an indifferent cariage of your selfe you breede an emulation betweene him and others Const. It were against nature for hir which is but one to loue more than one and if it be a fault to beare a double hart what is it to diuide the hart among many Inconst. I aske no other iudge than nature especially in this matter of loue than which there is nothing more naturall and surely for any thing that I can see nature delighteth in nothing so much as in varietie and it were hard that since she hath appointed varietie of colours for the eie variety of sounds for the eare varietie of meates for the mouth and varietie of other things for euery other sense she should binde the hart to which all the rest doe seruice to the loue of one any more than she bindeth the eie to one colour the eare to one sound or the mouth to one kinde of meate Const. Neither doth she deny the hart varietie of choyse she onely requires constancie when it hath chosen Inconst. What if we commit an error in our choise Const. It is no fault to choose where we like Inconst. But if our liking varie may we not be better aduised Const. When you haue once chosen you must turne your eies inward to looke onelie on him whom you haue placed in your hart Inconst. Why then I perceiue you haue not yet chosen for your eies looke outwarde but as long as your eies stand in your head as they doe I doubt not but to finde you inconstant Const. I do not denie but I looke vpon others beside him that I loue best but they are all as dead pictures vnto me for any power they haue to touch my hart Inconst If they were but as you account them dead pictures I do not doubt but they would make an other Pigmalion of you rather than you would be bound to the loue of one onely but what if that one prooue inconstant Const. I had rather the fault should be his than mine Inconst. It is a small comfort to say the fault is his when the losse is yours but how can you auoid the fault who can helpe it and will not Const. I see no way to helpe it but by breach of faith which I hold deerer then my life Inconst. What is the band of your faith Const. My worde Inconst. Your word is but winde and no sooner spoken than gone Const. Yet doth it binde to see what is spoken done Inconst. You can do little if you cannot master your worde Const. I should do lesse if my word did not master me Inconst. It masters you indeed for it makes you a slaue Const. To none but one whom I choose to serue Inconst. It is basenes to serue tho it be but one Const. More base to dissemble with more than one Inconst. When you loue all alike you dissemble with none Const. But if I loue many will any loue me Inconst No doubt there will and so much the more by how much the more they are that striue for you Const. But the hart that is euery where is indeede no where Inconst If you speake of a mans hart I grant it to be true but as for the hart of a woman it is like a soule in a bodie Tota in toto tota in qualibet parte that though you had as many louers as you haue fingers and toes you might be but one amongst them all and yet wholy euery ones but bicause I see you are peruersly deuoted to the cold sinceritie of imaginarie constancie I leaue you to be as you may and purpose my selfe to be as
Queene for ten to one If she be lost the game is gone A most rare and excellent Dreame learnedly set downe by a woorthy Gentleman a braue Scholler and M. of Artes in both Vniuersities THe while we sleepe whereof may it proceed Our minde is led with dreames of diuers sorts Some fearfull things and discontentment breede Some merriment and pretie idle sports And some of future things presage imports Some wounds the conscience with the former gilt Of outrage wrongs and bloud vniustly spilt Some strange effects if not impossible As to be caried in the emptie aire Of transformations some incredible From forme to forme and of their backe repaire Some pleasant shewes presents and some dispaire Some grauer things a sleeping can discusse And other matters meere ridiculous Men diuersly do argue of the cause Of dreames Some their occasion thus recites The while the bodie takes his needfull pause In sleepe to fresh and to restore the sprites Decaid by labor or the daies delites The minde the cogitations of the day do keepe And run them ouer when we are asleepe Others our meates do charge with those effects That indigested in the stomacke lies Other celestiall influence respects And fetch from them our sleeping fantasies The which they recommend as Prophesies For when our sprites are stirred with those charms We are foretold of good or future harms But this coniecture cheefly I embrace Euen as the sea enraged with the winde After the storme alaid will mooue a space The selfe same reason may be well assignde Vnto the nightly labors of the minde Who works in sleepe our actions at a stay Vpon th'occasions of the passed day Vpon a dreame I had I this prefer The which the sequell shall deliuer straite That Loue that first did make my reason erre Straitly one day commanded me to waite On paine to pine and perish in conceite Vpon my soueraigne vnto whom I went As dutie wild and Loues commandement Mine eies the first intreating messengers By signes of sorrow openly did speake After my toong the humble suite prefers Of my poore hart with torments like to breake But little of my suffrings doth she reake Sooner the rocks their hardnes will forgo Than she acknowledge that which she doth know In fine vnto my chamber I retire A thousand fancies hamring on my wits Despaire griefe anguish furie and desire Doe exercise in turne their Bedlem fits Whereof to speake or heare best them befits That now enioyeng heretofore haue tride The hell and bitternes of Loue denide By this the night doth through the skie display Hir sable robe spangled with golden stars And voicelesse silence gan to chace away Noyses and sounds with their molesting iars And so the place to needfull sleepe prepars Who Motherlike most tenderly asswages The daies aggreeuances and damages Encumbred thus I went vnto my bed Loue knowes with litle hope of taking rest Fancie and frenzie worketh on my head One while the one then th'other gets the best Now eithers faction egarly addrest To hostile conflict furiously discend Of purpose strait to make a finall end Extremitie proceeding on so far When eithers forces equally were spent They stinted of themselues this raging war And left with victorie indifferent Slumber that found the time conuenient Seeing the slacknes of their wearied traine Vpon th'aduantage seased on my braine Who holding me vnder his shadie wings To mitigate the anguish of my thought Presented me with diuers pleasant things Amongst the rest a Ladie faire he brought FroÌ„ heauen no doubt those features there are wrought Whose raies of beautie admirable bright Filled my chamber with a Sunshine light Hir Amber tresses on hir shoulders lies The which as she doth moue diuided run About hir bodie iust in circle wise Like to the curious web Arachne spun Or else to make a fit comparison Like slender twist turned to shining fire Or flames by woonder wrought into a wire The forehead that confines these burnisht haires For whitenes striueth with vntouched snowe For smoothnes with the Iuorie compares And doth the Alablasters glistring showe Vnder this firmament you are to know Two powrfull stars which at their pleasure moue The variable effects that followes loue Hir cheekes resembleth right a garden plot Of diuers sorts of rare Carnation flowres The which the scorcthing Sun offendeth not Nor boystrous winter with his rotting showres Vncertaine Iâ—no thereon neuer lowres Heere Venus with hir little loues reposes Amongst the lillies and the damaske roses Hir lips compares with the Vermilion morne Hir equall teeth in semicircle wise For orientnes selected pearle may scorne What may I of hir issuing breath deuise That from this pearle and Synaber doth rise The francumsence and myrr that Inde presents Within this aire leese their extolled sents The nose the chin the straight erected necke Supporter to the head next shoulders stands The which discends into the arme direct And terminates their length vpon the hands At each of these my wits amased stands For when I would their merits vtter foorth I finde all words inferior to their woorth The garments wherewithall she was attyrde But slender in account and yet were more Than hir perfections needfully requyrde Whose euery part hath of contentment store But as it was thanks to my dreame therefore Who causde the apparition to be wrought As all lay open to mine eies or thought There was as I obseru'd next to hir skin A snowe white lawne transparent as the aire And ouer this a garment wondrous thin Of networke wrought in blacke exceeding faire Whose masks were small and thred as fine as haire Girt with a tawnie Cyprous were hir clothes And thus attirde this Angell woman goes Hir mouing brests as equall Promontories Diuided by an Indraft from the maine Doe imitate the gently moued Seas That rising fall and falling rise againe As they so did my life in euery vaine My spirit issued as they waxed hier And as they setled backe againe retier Next neighbor heerunto in due discent Hir bellie plaine the bed of namelesse blisse Wherein all things appeere aboue content And paradise is nothing more than this In which Desire was mou'd to doe amisse For when his eies vpon this tree was cast O blame him not if he requirde to taste What followed this I cannot well report The tawnie Cyprous that forehanging fell Restraind mine eies in most malitious sort Which of themselues were else affected well Although as witnes nought thereof I tell I doubt not those that fine conceited be Sees somwhat further than mine eies might see But of hir praises thus in generall Desirde perfection shewd in euerie part Yet all appeerd in each one seuerall Vnto the wonder of the eie and hart Of euery priuate part to write apart Were worke and argument for him that vses The daily conuersation of the Muses Who this should be if any long to heare I say it is the portraict of the Saint Which deepe ingraued in my hart I beare The Mistres
of my hope my feare and plaint And thou that with hir praises I acquaint If thou canst nothing else yet wish thou me Deliuerd of that beauties crueltie With vnperceiued motion drawing ny Vnto the bed of my distresse and feare She with hir hand doth put the curtaine by And sits hir downe vpon the one side there My wasted spirits quite amazed were To see the sudden morning of those eies Within the darke thus inexpected rise Being abrode quoth she I lately hard That you were falne into a sudden feuer And solitarie in your chamber bard From companie you did your selfe disseuer To charitie it appertaineth euer In duties to our neighbors for to sticke And visit the afflicted and the sicke Which Christian office hither hath me led Wishing I could recouerie to you bring Ladie quoth I as easly done as sed For you that haue my life in managing What need you wish when you may doe the thing For if you be disposd to charitie Bestowe on me this wisht recouerie Is't in my garden that may doe thee good Quoth she or in my closet of conserues Or may my kitchin any kinde of foode Deuise that to thy taste and fancie serues Ladie said I no coolice no conserues No herbe no potion commeth nie that part That suffereth this anguish and this smart When further I would faine haue spoken on With fearfulnes I felt my toong restrained And shamefastnes with red Vermilion My shallow cheekes and countenance distained Now by this meanes my hart more deepely pained Sent out a flood of weeping to betoken The rest of that my toong had left vnspoken As soone as sighes had ouerblowne my teares And teares allaid my sighings vehemence Audacitie expulser of those feares Gaue to desire at last preheminence Who saw it now to be of consequence Sauced his tale with dutie and respect And thus began or to the like effect It is no feuer Ladie in the vaines Nor in the blood of humors the excesse Nor stomacks vapor that annoies the braines Nor ill contagion in the Arteries Nor any griefe that Physicke remedies It is c. and heere my lips refusde to moue Stopping the sentence ere I came to Loue. Haply said she as I doe iudge thereon It is some toy or fancie in your head Some sicknes grounded on opinion Or else some error your conceit hath bred Then as suppose you to this anguish led By mine aduice if you list ruled be For health sake doe suppose the contrarie Were it within the compas of my wits Leader of my desires thus I replide To remedie the outrage of those fits That from this bodie would my life diuide The rather should these cordials be applide That I might keepe my life in health to doe The seruices that loue commands me to But out alas that waied downe with paine With hands erected vp that I should crie As doth the saylers blowne into the maine After the ship that fore the winde doth flie And yet in sight of helpe must helpeles die So I neere hir that can my woes appease Doe perish like the outcast in the Seas Are you the woorser that I am so neere The Ladie said and I not thereof ware Nay happie then quoth I that you are heere And haples too bicause you are so farre She aunswered hereunto these riddles are Can neere be far can happy haples be As well quoth I as see and not to see What is he Madame that doth baite his eies Be he of mortall or immortall kinde Vpon the beauties which your visage dies And drawes not present death into his minde Vnles your gratious lookes do prooue so kinde As with a yeelding fauour to preuent The dangers thereunto are incident Can it be possible you should not knowe The powre and vertue of sweete beauties gift Can heauen and nature measureles bestowe The things that you to Angels calling lift And you not vnderstand their purpos'd drift Might they aduance yee to a Goddesse seate And you be ignorant why they make yee great If this were true which you of me suppose The praise of beautie and commended parts I see no reason to esteeme of those That do complaine them of such pettie smarts Not incident to men of valiant harts The argument is dull and nothing quicke Bicause that I am faire you should be sicke Suppose I haue those graces and those flowres And all the vertues that you can recite You looke you like and you must haue them yours Forsooth bicause they mooue your appetite I see no reason to impart my right Before that God and men agreed be To let all things run in communitie An easie thing for you to ouercome Faire Ladie him that is so deepe your thrall For euery syllable from your lips that come Beares wit and weight and vehemence withall Vnder the which my subiect spirits fall If you do speake or if you nought expresse Your beautie of it selfe is Conqueresse With fauour Ladie giue me leaue to speake If you will listen a condemneds tale No pettie wound can make my hart strings breake Nor might a trifle worke this deadly bale Your soueraigne beautie doth me hither hale The stronger doth euen by a common course Ouer the weaker exercise his force Ladie in condiscending vnto Loue You do not share nor yet your right forgo In that you shall your seruants sute approue And blesse him with those fauors you can showe To higher place of dignitie you growe The Sun were not in my opinion bright If there were not eie witnes of his light No abiect commons of those things he seekes Nor any way doth labor to induce That liues to serue and honor hir he leekes In hope at last to make an happie truce And for this cause all other he refuse To exercise those parts with serious care Which to his Mistres fancie pleasing are But sir quoth she how can ye answere this You men complaine Loues torments to be great Saying that he a mightie Tyrant is Such one as putteth reason from hir seat Why wish ye to insnare me in this net Better it is you suffer that you doe Then such extreames should happen vpon two When Loue sweete Ladie thorowly accords The Louers and beloueds harts in one This amitie a perfect heauen affords Vpon the instant of this vnion Banisht is thence all sorrow care and mone For they which in conspiring Loue abide Liue with continuall ioies vnsatisfide This is beleeu'd and knowne by common brute When of vs Dames ye hap to get a graunt You giue it to the cunning of your sute Vsing with your companions thus to vaunt These pretie fooles tis nothing to enchaunt As fishers vse for fish with fish to bait These faire ones so faire speeches catches strait Let not sweete Loue the fault of one or few Or sinister report of truthelesse fame Endamage the desart of him can shew Many effects repugnant to the same Vnworthie he of life or Louers name Shall dare vnto hir
honor wrong or scathe Of whom both life and happines he hathe It is a proofe said she of foolishnes To set that vpon chaunce which may be sure Exempt from Loue I liue in happines In which condition I will yet indure Griefes come apace we neede not them procure In the estate I liue I am content And minde not Loue in dread of discontent I know quoth I you can from Loue refraine Bicause he holds his state within your eies But I the vassall of his hard disdaine Am so deiected as I cannot rise Albeit my sute and seruice you dispise Yet giue me leaue to honor and admire Your beautie which afflicteth my desire Ther's little reason said she then to like The thing which you affirme to vexe ye so If your desire such discontentment strike Such war such anguish agonies and woe Let that fantastike I aduise ye goe The man is much desirous of vnrest That home intreates a knowne disquiet guest Excepting Loue demaund you at my hand What euer is in my abilitie And may with vertue and mine honor stand Ladie said I Loue is the Maladie And vnto Loue Loue's th'onely remedie But sith you doe herein my sute detest Then grant me this the last I shall request When haples Loue hath brought me to the graue If so at any time you passe that way Where my consuming bones their buriall haue Vouchsafe yee then for pitties sake to say As I remember heere my seruant lay Long time a Louer in affection true Whom my disdaine and rigor ouerthrew Altho yee die quoth she I will not loue And for you will not loue said I I die Then presently my spirits faild to moue Retiring backe themselues successiuelie But when she did the signe of death espie She puld she halde seruant said she abide Let not thy mistres be thy homicide If thy affections doe from Loue proceede How canst thou die and I thy liues life neere If thou doost loue and honor me indeede Why with this act dost thou defame me heere If thou esteemst my Loue and honor deere O liue and see my rigour ouerthrowne And come and take possession of thine owne And then vnable weeping to withholde She sundrie meanes assaies to make me liue My brests she strikes she rubs my temples colde And with such vehemence of labours striue As life vnto a Marble stone might giue My hand at last she amorously doth straine And with a kisse drew vp my life againe This new sprong ioy conceiued in my hart Of Loues assurance vnder hand and seale Dilated thence abroad to euery part Telling how graciouslie my loue did deale My soule and spirit swelling with this zeale So rowsed sleepe that he his holde forsooke And I through surfeit of the ioy awooke Awaked thus I presently perceiu'd The vanitie and falshood of these ioyes Finding that fond illusions had deceiu'd My ouerwatched braine with idle toyes Then I that freshly felt my first annoyes Their woonted rage within my thoughts to keepe Gan thus expostulate the cause with sleepe Thou ease of harts with burth'nous woes opprest Thou pitier of the cares of busie daie Thou friend to louers in their deepe vnrest Turning their anguishes another waie Why may not I continue with thee aie Sith that my destinie is so extreame As not to haue my good but in a dreame Why art thou not O dreame the same you seeme Seeing thy visions our contentment brings Or doe we of their woorthines misdeeme To call them shadowes that are reall things And falslie attribute their due to wakings O doe but then perpetuate thy sleight And I will sweare thou workst not by deceit And now the Morning entring at the glasse Made of these thoughts some intermission Thus haue I tolde what things in dreame did passe Vpon the former daies occasion And whence they come in mine opinion But whether they tell truth or nothing lesse I shall resolue vpon my dreames successe Excellent Ditties of diuers kindes and rare inuention written by sundry Gentlemen WEepe you my lines for sorrow whilst I write For you alone may manifest my griefe Your numbers must my endles woes recite Such woes as wound my soule without reliefe Such bitter woes as who so would disclose them Must cease to talke for hart can scarse suppose them My restles braines deuour'd by many thoughts Disclaiming ioies doth make a heauen of hell An Idoll of mislikes a God of noughts Contrarious passions on my braine doth dwell They would haue ease yet seeke for ceaslesse strife And make their cause of death their meanes of life Mine eies are dim'd by two diuine delights And through their sight my hart hath caught a wound Their lids were shut amids the lingring nights Their yeelding fountaines watring of the ground Doe ceasles run and shroud their shining ioy And drowne Content in riuers of annoy I faine to smile when as I faint for feare I dreame on ioy when as I doubt of woe I burne in fire yet still approch it neare I like of mirth yet will no solace knowe I see content yet neuer cease to sigh I liue secure yet danger passeth nigh I catch at hope yet ouertake it neuer I feede on thought yet thought doth force my end I craue repose yet finde disquiet euer I scorne aduice yet counsell is my frend I will be free yet feede on thraldome still I honor wit yet feede on foolish will Mine eies complaine the follies of my hart My hart laments the errors of mine eie My thoughts would burie endles things in art Mine eie my hart my thoughts wend all awrie Yet of my harmes ye heauens the worst is this I cannot censure what my sorrow is My life is death for no delights are in it My musike mone and yet I neuer leaue it My succour hope yet can I neuer win it My gaines report yet will I not perceiue it My foode suspect and yet I cannot slie it My foe neglect and yet I meane to trie it By day I freeze I frie I wish I wait By night I loath my rest and wish for day Both day and night my hart with doubts I bait Weying delight from cause of my decaie The Vultures that consume my tender brest Is sweete desire the cause of my vnrest Now what I am my sorie cheekes disclose Once what I was my smiling eies bewraid Now what I want coniecture by my woes Once what I scornd hath now my hart betraid Wo's me my want of helpe doth well approue The paines I feele is euen the pangs of Loue. Well be it paine Loues torments let it be Let endles thoughts consume my restles braines Let teares so choake mine eies I may not see Let toong be mute for to disclose my paines Let ioyes let hope let all contents surcease These bitter plagues my fancies shall increase No paine no fortune shall my Loue confound My spotles faith my simple truth shall proue That I my liking on no errors ground Thus will
I liue thus will I passe my Loue Repulse contempt can neuer alter kinde Loues triumph doth consist in constant minde With constant minde the poore remainder gift That Loue amongst his many spoyles hath left me Is that which to the heauens my face shall lift Though other hope by fortune be bereft me And if I die this praise shall me await My Loue was endlesse voide of all deceit FINIS MVses helpe me sorrow swarmeth Eies are fraught with seas of languish Haples hope my solace harmeth Mindes repast is bitter anguish Eie of daie regarded neuer Certaine trust in world vntrustie Flattring hope beguileth euer Wearie olde and wanton lustie Dawne of day beholdes inthroned Fortunes darling proud and dreadles Darksome night doth heare him moned Who before was rich and needles Rob the spheare of lines vnited Make a sudden voide in nature Force the day to be benighted Reaue the cause of time and creature Ere the world will cease to varie This I weepe for this I sorrow Muses if you please to tarie Further helpe I meane to borrow Courted once by fortunes fauor Compast now with enuies curses All my thoughts of sorrowes sauor Hopes run fleeting like the Sourses Ay me wanton scorne hath maimed All the ioies my hart enioied Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed Hate my hopes haue quite annoied Scant regard my weale hath scanted Looking coie hath forst my lowring Nothing likte where nothing wanted Weds mine eies to ceasles showring Former Loue was once admired Present fauor is estranged Loath'd the pleasure long desired Thus both men and thoughts are changed Louely Swaine with luckie speeding Once but now no more so frended Thou my flocks hast had in feeding From the morne till day was ended Drinke and fodder foode and folding Had my lambes and ewes togeather I with them was still beholding Both in warmth and winter weather Now they languish since refused Ewes and lambes are paind with pining I with ewes and lambes confused All vnto our deathes declining Silence leaue thy caue obscured Daine a dolefull Swaine to tender Though disdaines I haue endured Yet I am no deepe offender Philips sonne can with his finger Hide his scar it is so little Little sinne a day to linger Wise men wander in a tittle Trifles yet my Swaine haue turned Tho my sonne he neuer showeth Tho I weepe I am not mourned Tho I want no pitie groweth Yet for pitie loue my muses Gentle silence be their couer They must leaue their wonted vses Since I leaue to be a Louer They shall liue with thee inclosed I will loath my pen and paper Art shall neuer be supposed Sloth shall quench the watching taper Kisse them silence kisse them kindely Tho I leaue them yet I loue them Tho my wit haue led them blindely Yet my Swaine did once approue them I will trauell soiles remoued Night and morning neuer merie Thou shalt harbor that I loued I will loue that makes me wearie If perchaunce the Shepherd straieth In thy walks and shades vnhaunted Tell the Teene my hart betraieth How neglect my ioyes haue daunted T. L. Gent. STriue no more Forspoken ioyes to spring Since care hath clipt thy wing But stoope those lampes before That nurst thee vp at first with friendly smiles And now through scornes thy trust beguiles Pine away That pining you may please For death betides you ease Oh sweete and kinde decay To pine and die whilst Loue giues looking on And pines to see your pining mone Dying ioyes Your shrine is constant hart That glories in his smart Your Tropheis are annoyes And on your tombe by Loue these lines are plaste Loe heere they lie whom scorne defaste T. L. Gent. OF ceasles thoughts my mind hath fram'd his wings Wherewith he soares and climes aboue conceit And midst his flight for endles ioy he sings To spie those double lampes whose sweete receit Must be the heauen where as my soule shall rest Though by their shine my bodie be deprest Hir eies shrowd pitie pietie and pure Hir face shields Roses Lillies and delight Hir hand hath powre to conquere and allure Hir hart holds honor loue remorce and right Hir minde is fraught with wisdome faith and loue All what is hirs is borrowed from aboue Then mount my minde and feare no future fall Exceed conceit for she exceeds conceit Burne louely lamps to whom my lookes are thrall My soule shall glorie in so sweete receit Tho in your flames my corse to cinders wend Yet am I proud to gaine a Phoenix end T. L. Gent. WHen Pirrha made hir miracle of stones The baser sort of flintie molde she fram'd Whose course compact concealed all at once All what in nature could imperfect be So but imperfect perfect was the shape And minde euen with the mettall did agree The finer formes of Diamonds she made A peereles substance matchles for the molde Whence grew such shapes that heauen his pure forsook To frame a minde agreeing to the forme This by my proofe I finde for certaine true For why my mistres matchles in hir shape For bodie farre exceeds my base report For minde no minde can craue more rare supplies And last I spie the Saphirs in hir eies T. L. Gent. ALl day I weepe my wearie woes Then when that night approcheth neere And euery one his eies doth close And passed paines no more appeere I change my cheere And in the weepings of mine eie Loue bathes his wings and from my hart Drawes fire his furie to supplie And on my bones doth whet his dart Oh bitter smart My sighes within their clouds obscure Would blinde mine eies they might not see Those cruell pleasant lamps that lure My reason faine would set me free Which may not be The dried strawe will take the fire The trained brache will follow game The idle thought doth still desire Fond will is hardly brought in frame The more my blame Thus see I how the stormes doe growe And yet the paine I still approoue I leaue my weale I follow woe I see the rocke yet nill remooue Oh flie me Loue Then midst the stormes I shall preuent And by foresight my troubles cease And by my reason shun repent Thus shall I ioye if Loue decrease And liue in peace T. L. Gent. MY fraile and earthly barke by reasons guide Which holds the helme whilst will doth yeld the saile By my desires the windes of bad betide Hath saild these worldly seas with small auaile Vaine obiects serue for dreadfull rocks to quaile My brittle boate from hauen of life that flies To haunt the Sea of Mundane miseries My soule that drawes impressions from aboue And viewes my course and sees the windes aspire Bids reason watch to scape the shoales of Loue But lawles will enflamde with endles ire Doth steere in poope whilst reason doth retire The storms increase my barke loues billowes fill Thus are they wrackt that guide their course by will T. L. Gent. MIdst lasting griefes to haue but short
repose In little ease to feede on loath'd suspect Through deepe despite assured loue to lose In shew to like in substance to neglect To laugh an howre to weepe an age of woe From true mishap to gather false delight To freeze in feare in inward hart to glowe To read my losse within a ruthles sight To seeke my weale and wot not where it lies In hidden fraud an open wrong to finde Of ancient thoughts new fables to deuise Delightfull smiles but yet a scornfull minde These are the meanes that murder my releefe And end my doubtfull hope with certaine greefe T. L. Gent. OH woods vnto your walks my bodie hies To loose the traitrous bonds of ticing Loue Where trees where herbes where flowres Their natiue moisture powres From foorth their tender stalks to helpe mine eies Yet their vnited teares may nothing moue When I beheld the faire adorned tree Which lightnings force and winters frosts resists Then Daphnes ill betide And Phebus lawles pride Enforce me say euen such my sorrowes be For selfe disdaine in Phebes hart consists If I behold the flowres by morning teares Looke louely sweete ah then forlorne I crie Sweete showres for Memnon shed All flowres by you are fed Whereas my pitious plaint that still appeares Yeelds vigor to hir scornes and makes me die When I regard the pretie greeffull burd With tearfull yet delightfull notes complaine I yeeld a tenor with my teares And whilst hir musicke wounds mine eares Alas say I why nill my notes affoord Such like remorce who still beweepe my paine When I behold vpon the leaueles bow The haples bird lament hir Loues depart I drawe hir biding nigh And sitting downe I sigh And sighing say alas that birds auow A setled faith where Phebe scornes my smart Thus wearie in my walks and woefull too I spend the day forespent with daily griefe Each obiect of distresse My sorrow doth expresse I doate on that which doth my hart vndoe And honor hir that scornes to yeeld reliefe T. L. Gent. ACcurst be loue and they that trust his traines He tastes the fruite whilst others toyle He brings the lampe we lend the oyle He sowes distres we yeeld him soyle He wageth warre we bide the foyle Accurst be Loue and those that trust his traines He laies the trap we seeke the snare He threatneth death we speake him faire He coynes deceits we foster care He fauoreth pride we count it rare Accurst be Loue and those that trust his traines He seemeth blinde yet wounds with Art He vowes content he paies with smart He sweares reliefe yet kils the hart He cals for truth yet scornes desart Accurst be loue and those that trust his traines Whose heauen is hell whose perfect ioyes are paines T. L. Gent. NOw I finde thy lookes were fained Quickly lost and quicklie gained Softe thy skin like wooll of Wethers Hart vnstable light as feathers Toong vntrustie subtill sighted Wanton will with change delighted Sirene pleasant foe to reason Cupid plague thee for this treason Of thine eies I made my myrror From thy beautie came mine error All thy words I counted wittie All thy smyles I deemed pittie Thy false teares that me agreeued First of all my trust deceiued Sirene pleasant c. Fain'd acceptance when I asked Louely words with cunning masked Holie vowes but hart vnholie Wretched man my trust was follie Lillie white and pretie wincking Solemne vowes but sorie thinking Sirene pleasant c. Now I see O seemely cruell Others warme them at my fuell Wit shall guide me in this durance Since in Loue is no assurance Change thy pasture take thy pleasure Beautie is a fading treasure Sirene pleasant c. Prime youth lasts not age will follow And make white these tresses yelow Wrinckled face for lookes delightfull Shall acquaint the dame despitefull And when time shall date thy glorie Then too late thou wilt be sorie Sirene pleasant c. T. L. Gent. THe fatall starre that at my birthday shined Were it of Ioue or Venus in hir brightnes All sad effects sowre fruits of loue diuined In my Loues lightnes Light was my Loue that all too light beleeued Heauens ruthe to dwell in faire alluring faces That loue that hope that damned and repreeued To all disgraces Loue that misled hope that deceiu'd my seeing Loue hope no more mockt with deluding obiect Sight full of sorow that denies the being Vnto the subiect Soul leaue the seat wher thoughts with endles swelling Change into teares and words of no persuasion Teares turne to tongs and spend your tunes in telling Sorowes inuasion Wonder vaine world at beauties proud refusall Wonder in vaine at Loues vnkinde deniall Why Loue thus loftie is that doth abuse all And makes no triall Teares words and tunes all signifie my sadnes My speechles griefe looke pale without dissembling Sorow sit mute and tell thy torments madnes With true harts trembling And if pure vowes or hands heau'd vp to heauen May moue the Gods to rue my wretched blindnes My plaints shall make my ioyes in measure euen With hir vnkindnes That she whom my true hart hath found so cruell Mourning all mirthles may pursue the pleasure That scornes hir labors poore in hir ioyes iewell And earthly treasure T. L. Gent. FAine to content I bend my selfe to write But what to write my minde can scarce conceiue Your radiant eies craue obiects of delight My hart no glad impressions can receiue To write of griefe is but a tedious thing And wofull men of woe must needly sing To write the truce the wars the strife the peace That Loue once wrought in my distempred hart Were but to cause my woonted woes encrease And yeeld new life to my concealed smart Who tempts the eare with tedious lines of griefe That waits for ioy complaines without reliefe To write what paines supplanteth others ioy For-thy is folly in the greatest wit Who feeles may best decipher the annoy Who knowes the griefe but he that tasteth it Who writes of woe must needes be woe begone And writing feele and feeling write of mone To write the temper of my last desire That likes me best and appertains you most You are the Pharos whereto now retire My thoughts long wandring in a forren coast In you they liue to other ioyes they die And liuing draw their foode from your faire eie Enforst by Loue and that effectuall fire That springs from you to quicken loiall harts I write in part the prime of my desire My faith my feare that springs from your desarts My faith whose firmnes neuer shunneth triall My feare the dread and danger of deniall To write in briefe a legend in a line My hart hath vow'd to draw his life from yours My lookes haue made a Sunne of your sweete eine My soule doth drawe his essence from your powres And what I am in fortune or in loue All those haue sworne to serue for your behoue My sences sucke their comforts from your sweete My
inward minde your outward faire admires My hope lies prostrate at your pities feete My hart lookes soule sence minde and hope desires Beleefe and fauour in your louely sight Els all will cease to liue and pen to write T. L. Gent. FVll fraught with vnrecomptles sweete Of your faire face that stole mine eie No gladsome day my lookes did greete Wherein I wisht not willingly Mine eies were shut I might not see A Ladie of lesse maiestie What most I like I neuer minde And so on you haue fixt my thoughts That others sights doe make me blinde And what I see but you is noughts By vse and custome thus you see Another nature liues in mee The more I looke the more I loue The more I thinke the more I thriue No obiect can my looke remoue No thought can better thoughts reuiue For what I see or thinke I finde Exceedeth sight or thought of minde Since then your lookes haue stolne mine eies And eies content to nourish loue And loue doth make my thoughts arise And thoughts are firme and will not moue Vouchsafe to knit by powre vnknowne Our eies our loues our thoughts in one T. L. Gent. LIke desart woods with darksome shades obscured Where dredful beasts wher hateful horror raigneth Such is my wounded hart whom sorrow paineth The trees are fatall shafts to death inured That cruell Loue within my breast maintaineth To whet my griefe when as my sorrow waineth The gastly beasts my thoughts in cares assured Which wage me warre whilst hart no succor gaineth With false suspect and feare that still remaineth The horrors burning sighes by cares procured Which forth I send whilst weeping eie complaineth To coole the heate the helples hart containeth But shafts but cares sighes horrors vnrecured Were nought esteemde if for these paines awarded My faithfull Loue by you might be rewarded T. L. Gent. FOr pittie pretie eies surcease To giue me warre and graunt me peace Triumphant eies why beare you Armes Against a hart that thinks no harmes A hart alreadie quite appalde A hart that yeelds and is enthrald Kill Rebels prowdly that resist Not those that in true faith persist And conquered serue your Deitie Will you alas commaund me die Then die I yours and death my crosse But vnto you pertains the losse T. L. Gent. MY bonie Lasse thine eie So slie Hath made me sorrowe so Thy Crimsen cheekes my deere So cleere Haue so much wrought my woe Thy pleasing smiles and grace Thy face Haue rauisht so my sprights That life is growne to nought Through thought Of Loue which me affrights For fancies flames of fire Aspire Vnto such furious powre As but the teares I shead Make dead The brands would me deuoure I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy faire shining eie Thy cheekes thy pleasing smiles The wiles That forst my hart to die Thy grace thy face the part Where art Stands gazing still to see The wondrous gifts and powre Each howre That hath bewitched me T. L. Gent. ALas my hart mine eie hath wronged thee Presumptious eie to gaze on Phillis face Whose heauenly eie no mortall man my see But he must die or purchase Phillis grace Poore Coridon the Nimph whose eie doth moue thee Doth loue to draw but is not drawne to loue thee Hir beautie Natures pride and Shepherds praise Hir eie the heauenly Planet of my life Hir matchles wit and grace hir fame displaies As if that Ioue had made hir for his wife Onely hir eies shoote firie darts to kill Yet is hir hart as cold as Caucase hill My wings too weake to flie against the Sunne Mine eies vnable to sustaine hir light My hart doth yeeld that I am quite vndoon Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with hir sight My bud is blasted withered is my leafe And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe Phillis the golden fetter of my minde My fancies Idoll and my vitall powre Goddesse of Nimphes and honor of thy kinde This Ages Phenix Beauties brauest bowre Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die Thy Beauties thrall and conquest of thine eie Leaue Coridon to plough the barren feeld Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace For Phillis lookes no hartie loue doe yeeld Nor can she loue for all hir louely face Die Coridon the spoyle of Phillis eie She can not loue and therefore thou must die VVHat cunnnig can expresse The fauor of hir face To whom in this distresse I doe appeale for grace A thousand Cupids flie About hir gentle eie From whence each throwes a dart That kindleth soft sweete fier Within my sighing hart Possessed by desier No sweeter life I trie Than in hir loue to die The Lillie in the fielde That glories in his white For purenes now must yeelde And render vp his right Heau'n pictur'de in hir face Doth promise ioy and grace Faire Cinthias siluer light That beates on running streames Compares not with hir white Whose haires are all sunbeames Hir vertues so doe shine As daie vnto mine eine With this there is a Red Exceeds the Damaske Rose Which in hir cheekes is spred Whence euery fauor groes In skie there is no starre That she surmounts not farre When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth arise The morning blushing red In faire carnation wise He shewes it in hir face As Queene of euery grace This pleasant Lillie white This taint of roseat red This Cinthias siluer light This sweete faire Dea spread These sunbeames in mine eie These beauties make me die E. O. A most excellent passion set downe by N. B. Gent. COm yonglings com that seem to make such mone About a thing of nothing God he knowes With sighes and sobs and many a greeuous grone And trickling teares that secret sorow showes Leaue leaue to faine and here behold indeed The onely man may make your harts to bleed Whose state to tell no neuer toong can tell Whose woes are such oh no there are none such Whose hap so hard nay rather halfe a hell Whose griefe so much yea God he knowes too much Whose wofull state and greeuous hap alas The world may see is such as neuer was Good nature weepes to see hir selfe abused Ill fortune shewes hir furie in hir face Poore reason pines to see hir selfe refused And dutie dies to see his sore disgrace Hope hangs the head to see dispaire so neere And what but death can end this heauie cheere Oh cursed cares that neuer can be knowne Dole worse than death when neuer tong can tell it The hurt is hid although the sorow showne Such is my paine no pleasure can expell it In summe I see I am ordained I To liue in dole and so in sorow die Behold each teare no token of a toy But torments such as teare my hart asunder Each sobbing sigh a signe of such annoy That how I liue beleeue me 'tis a wonder Each grone a gripe that makes me gaspe for breath And euerie straine a bitter pang of