not to be cured But by those eies that first the same procured And that poore heart so faithfull constant true That onelie loues and serues and honours you Is like a feeble Ship which torne and rent The Mast of hope being broke and tackling spent Reason the Pilot dead the stars obscured By which alone to saile it was enured No Port no Land no Comfort once expected All hope of safetie vtterlie neglected With dreadfull terror tumbling vp and downe Passions vncertaine waues with hideous sound Doth dailie hourelie minutelie expect When either it should runne and so be wrect Vpon despaires sharpe Rockâ—… or be o're-throwne With storme of your disdaine so fiercely blowne 5 But yet of all the woes that do torment me Of all the torments that do daily rent me Ther 's none so great although I am assured That euen the least cannot be long endured As that so many weekes nay moneths and yeares Nay tedious ages for it so appeares My trembling heart besides so many anguishes T'wixt hope and feare vncertaine howerly languishes Whether your hands your eies your heart of stone Did take my lines and reade them and bemone With one kind word one sigh one pittying teare Th'unfained griefe which you do make me beare Whether y'accepted that last Monument Of my deere loue the booke I meane I sent To your deere selfe when the respectlesse winde Bare me awaie leauing my heart behinde And daigne sometimes when you the same do view To thinke on him who alwaie thinks on you Or whether you as Oh I feare you do Hate both my selfe and gifts and letters too 6 I must confesse vnkind when I consider How ill alas how ill agree togither So peerelesse beautie to so fierce a mind So hard an inside to so faire a rinde A heart so bloudie to so white a brest So proud disdaine with so mild lookes supprest And how my deere Oh would it had bene neuer Accursed word nay would it might be euer How once I say til your heart was estranged Alas how soone my day to night was changed You did vouchsafe my poore eies so much grace Freely to view the riches of your face And did so high exalt my lowlie heart To call it yours and take it in good part And which was greatest blisse did not disdaine For boundlesse loue to yeeld some loue againe When this I say I call vnto my mind And in my heart and soule no cause can find No fact no word whereby my heart doth merit To loue that loue which once I did inherit Despaire it selfe cannot make me despaire But that you 'le proue as kind as you are faire And that my lines and booke O would t' were true Are though I know t not yet receiu'd by you And often haue your crueltie repented Whereby my guiltlesse heart is thus tormented And now at length in lieu of passed woe Will pittie kindnesse loue and fauour shoe 7 But when againe my cursed memorie To my sad thoughts confounded diuerslie Presents the time the teare-procuring time That withâ—…r'd my yong â—…oies before their prime The time when I with tedious absence tired With restlesse loue and rackt desire inspired Comming to finde my earthlie Paradise To glaâ—…e my sight in your two heauenlie eies On which alone my earthlie ioies depended And wanting which my ioy and life were ended From your sweete rosie lips the springs of blisse To draw the Nectar of a sweetest kisse My greedie eares on your sweet words to feed Which canded in your sugred breath proceed In daintiest accents through that currall dore Guarded with pretious Pearle and Rubies store To touch your hand so white so moist so soft And with a rauisht kisse redoubled oft Reuenge with kindest spight the bloudie theft Whereby it closelie me my heart bereft And of all blisse to taste the consummation In your sweet gracefull heauenlie conuersation By whose sweet charmes the soules do you inchant Of all that do your louelie presence haunt In stead of all these ioies I did expect Found nought but frownes vnkindnesse and neglect Neglect vnkindnes frownes nay plaine contempt And open hate from no disdaine exempt No bitter words side looks nor ought that might Engrieue encrease so vnderu'd despight When this I say I thinke and thinke withall How nor those showers of teares mine eies let fall Nor winde of blustring sighs with all their force Could moue your rockie heart once to remorce Can I expect that letter should find grace Or pittie euer in your heart haue place No no I thinke and sad despaire saies for me You hate disdaine and vtterlie abhorre me 8 Alas my Deere if this you do deuise To trie the vertue of your murthering eies And in the Glasse of bleeding hearts to view The glorious splendour of your beauties hew Ah! trie it on rebellious hearts and eies That do withstand the power of sacred lights And make them feele if any such be found How deepe and eurelesle your eies can wound But spare O spare my yeelding heart and saue Him whose chiefe glorie is to be your slaue Make me the matter of your clemencie And not the subiect of your Tyrannie ODE IIII. Being by his absence in Italy depriued of her lookes words and gestures he desireth her to write vnto him I MY onelie starre Why why are your decreeies Where all my liefs peace lies VVith me at warre VVhy to my ruine tending Do they still lighten woe On him that loues you so That all his thoughts in you haue birth and ending II Hope of my heart O wherefore do the words VVhich your sweet tongue affords No hope impart But cruell without measure To my eternall paine Still thunder forth disdaine On him whose life depends vpon your pleasure III Sun-shine of ioie VVhie do your gestures which All eies and hearts be witch My blisse destroie And pities skie o're-clouding Of hate an endlesse showre On that poore heart still powre VVhich in your bosome seeks his onely shrowding IIII Blame of my wound Why are your lines whose sâ—…ght Shou'd cure me with delight My poyson found VVhich through my veines dispersing Make my poore heart and mind And all my senses find A liuing death in torments past rehearsing V Alas my Fate Hath of your Eies depriu'd me VVhich both kil'd and reuiu'd me And sweetned hate Your sweet voyce and sweet Graces Which cloath'd in louely weeds Your cruell words and deeds Are intercepted by farre distant places VI But O the Anguish Which presence still presented Absence hath not absented Nor made to languish No no t' encrease my paining The cause being ah remoued For which th' effect â—… loued Th' effect is still in greatest force remaining VII O cruel Tyger If to your hard hearts center Teares vowes and Prayers may enter Desist your rigour And let kinde lines assure me since to my deadly wound No salue else can be found That you that kill me yet at length will cure me Madrigall 5. Allusion to
then what 's thy woe D. That brought from frost it neuer will desire To rest with mee that am more hot then fire That time hath no power to end or diminish his loue TIme wasteth yeares and months and daies houres Time doth consume fame riches wit and strength Time kils the greenest herbes and sweetest flowers Time weares out youth and Beauties pride at length Time maketh euery tree to die and rot Time turneth oft our pleasures into paine Time causeth warres and wrongs to be forgot Time cleares the skie that first hung full of raine Time brings to nought the mightiest Princes state Time brings a floud from new resolued snow Time calmes the Sea where tempests roared late Time eates whatso'ere the Moone doth see below Yet shall no time vpon my heart preuaile Nor any time shall make my loue to faile Loues Hyperboles IF Loue had lost his shafts and loue downe threw His thunder bolts or spent his forked fire They onely might recou'red be anew From out my heart crosse-wounded with desire Or if debate by Mars were lost a space It might be found within the selfe same place IF Neptunes waues were all dried vp and gone My weeping eyes so many teares distill That greater seas might grow by them alone Or if no flame were yet remaining still In Vulcans forge he might from out my brest Make choice of such as should befit him best IF Aeole were depriued of his charge Yet soone could I restore his winds againe By sobbing sighs which forth I blow at large To moue her minde that pleasures in my paine What man but I could thus encline his will To liue in loue that hath no end of ill An Inuectiue against Loue. LOue is a sowre delight a sugred griefe A liuing death an euer-dying life A breath of reasons law a secret thiefe A sea of teares an euerlasting strife A baite for fooles a scourge of noble wits A deadly wound a shot that euer hits Loue is a blinded god away-ward boy A laborinth of doubts an idle lust A slaue of beauties will a witlesse toy A rauenous bird a tyrant must vniust A burning heate in frost a flattering foe A priuate hell a very world of woe Yet mightie Loue regard not what I say Who in a trance do lie reft of my wits But blame the light that leads me thus astray And makes my tongue thus raue by franticke fits Yet hurt me not lest I sustaine the smart Which am content to lodge her in my heart Petrarks Sonnet translated Pace non trouo non ho da far guera I Ioy not Peacâ—… where yet no warre is found I feare and hope I burne yet freeze withall I mount to heauen yet lie still on the ground I nothing hold yet I compasse all I liue her bond which neither is my foe Nor friend nor holds me fast nor lets me goe Loue will not that I liue nor let me die Nor locks me fast nor suffers me to scape I want both eyes and tongue yet see I crie I wish for death yet after helpe I gape I hate my selfe yet loue another wight And feede on griefe in lieu of sweet delight At selfe same time I both lament and ioy I still am pleas'd and yet displeased still Loue sometimes seemes a God sometimes a Boy Sometimes I sinke sometimes I swim at will T'wixt death and life small difference I make All this deere Dame endure I for thy sake He proues himselfe to endure the hellish torments of Tantalus Ixion Titius Sisyphus and the Belides IN that I thirst for such a Goddesse grace As wants remorse like Tantalus I die My state is equall to â—…xions case Whose mangled lims are turn'd continually In that my rowling toiles can haue no end Nor loue nor time nor chance will stand my friend IN that my heart consuming neuer dies I feele with Titius an equall paine Vpon whose heart a vulture feeding lies In that I rise through hope and fall againe By feare like Sisyphus â—… labour still To turne a rowling stone against a hill IN that I make my vowes to her alone Whose teares are deafe and will retaine no sound With Belides my state is all but one Which fill a Tub whose bottome is not sound Thus in my heart since loue therein did dwell Are all the torments to be found of hell Loues discommodities WHere heate of loue doth once possesse the heart There cares oppreste the minde with wonders ill Wit runs awry not fearing future smart And fond desire doth ouermaster Will. The belly neither cares for meate nor drinke Nor ouer-watched eyes desire to winke FOot-steps are false and wauering too and fro The pleasing flower of Beauty fades away Reason retires and pleasure brings in woe And wisedome yeeâ—…deth place to blacke decay Counsell and fame and friendship are contemn'd And bashful shame and Gods themselues condemn'd WAtch full suspect is linked with despaire Inconstant hope is often drown'd in feares What folly hurts Fortune cannot repaire And miserie doth swim in seas of teares Long vse of life is but a lingring foe And gentle death is onely end of woe Allegory of his Loue to a Ship THe Souldier worne with wars delights in peace The Pilgrime in his ease when toyles are past The ship to gaine the Port when stormes doe cease And I reioyce dischargd'd from loue at last whom while I seru'd peace rest and land I lost With wars with toiles with storms worne tir'd tost SWeet liberty now giues me leaue to sing What world it was where loue the rule did beare How foolish Chaunce by lots rul'd eu'ry thing How Error was man saile each waue a teare The master loue himselfe deepe sighes were winde Cares row'de with vowes the Ship a pensiue mind FAlse hope the healme oft turn'd the ship about And constant faith stood vp for middle mast Despaire the Cable twisted all with doubt Helde griping griefe the piked Anchor fast Beauty was all the rocks but â—… at last Haue gain'd the Port and now my loue is past Execreâ—…ition of his passed loue I Curse the time where in these lips of mine Did pray or praise the Dame that was vnkind I curse my Inke my Paper and each line My hand hath writ in hope to please her mind I curse her hollow heart and flattering eyes Whose slie deceits did cause my mourning cries I Curse the sugred speech and Syrenes song Wherewith so oft she hath bewitcht mine eare I Curse my foolish will that staid so long And tooke delight to bide twixt hope and feare I curse the howre wherein I first began By louing lookes to proue a witlesse man I Curse those daies which I haue spent in vaine In louing one vngratefull and vnkind I curse the bow and shafts that bred my paine And Loue I curse that Archer nak'd and blind But on that howre that my fond loue did end Millions of blessings I will euer spend FINIS T. VV. A Sonnet of the
That art and art not diest and liuest still Most slow of all and yet of greatest hast Both ill and good and neither good nor ill How can I iustly praise thee or dispraise Darke are thy nights but bright and cleare thy daies Both free and scarce thou giu'st and tak'st againe Thy wombe that all doth breede is Tombe to all What so by thee hath life by thee they fall Constant inconstant moouing standing still Was is shall be doe thee both breede and kill I lose thee while I seeke to finde thee out The farther off the more I follow thee The faster hold the greater cause of doubt Was is I know but shall I cannot see All things by thee are measured thou by none All are in thee thou in thy selfe alone A Meditation vpon the frailty of this life O Trifling toyes that tosse the braines While loath some life doth last O wished wealth O sugred ioyes O life when death is past Who loaths exchange of losse with gaine Yet loath we death as hell What wofull wight would wish his woe Yet wish we here to dwell O fancy fraile that feedes on earth And staies on slipp'ry ioyes O noble minde O happy man That can contemne such toyes Such toyes as neither perfect are And cannot long endure Our greatest skill our sweetest ioy Vncertaine and vnsure For life is short and learning long All pleasâ—…re mixt with woe Sicknesse and sleepe steale time vnseene And ioyes doe come and goe Thus learning is but learn'd by halfes And ioy inioy'de no while That serues to shew thee what thou want'st This helpes thee to beguile But after death is perfect skill And ioy without decay When sinne is gone that blinds our eyes And steales our ioyes away No crowing Cocke shall raise vs vp To spend the day in vaine No weary labour shall vs driue To goe to bed againe But for we feele not what we want Nor know not what we haue We loue to keepe the bodies life We loath the soule to saue A Dialogue betweene the Soule and the Body Soule AY me poore soule whom bound in sinfull chaines This wretched body keepes against my will Body Aye me poore body whom for all my paines This froward soule causelesse condemneth stil. Soule Causelesse when as thou striu'st to sin each day Body Causelesse when as I striue thee to obay Soule Thou art the meanes by which I fall to sin Body Thou art the cause that setst this meanes a worke Soule No part of thee that hath not faulty bin Body I shew the poyson that in thee doth lurke Soule I shall be pure when so I part from thee Body So were I now but that thou stainest me Saphiâ—…kes vpon the passion of Christ. HAtred eternall furious reuenging Mercilesse raging bloody persecuting Scandalous speeches odious reuilings Causelesse abhorring Impious scoffings by the very abiects Dangerous threatning by the Priests annointed Death full of torment in a shamefull order Christ did abide here He that in glory was aboue the Angels Changed his glory for an earthly Carkasse Yeelded his glory to a sinfull outcast Glory refusing Me that in bondage many sinnes retayned He for his goodnesse for his onely goodnesse Brought from hel-torments to the ioyes of heauen Not to be numbred Dead in offences by his ayde reuiued Quickned in spirit by the grace he yeeldeth Sound then his praises to the worlds amazement Thankefully singing DIVERS POEMS OF sundry Authors A hymne in praise of Musicke PRaise pleasure profit is that threefold band Which ties mens minds more fast then Gordions knot Each one some drawes all three none can withstand Of force conioynde Conquest is heardly got Then musicke may of hearts a Monarch be Wherein praise pleasure profit so agree Praise-worthy Musicke is for God it praiseth And pleasant for brute beasts therein delight Great profit from it flowes for why it raiseth The mind ouerwhelmed with rude passions might When against reason passions fond rebell Musicke doth that confirme and those expell If Musicke did not merit endlesse praise Would heauenly Spheares delight in siluer round If ioyous pleasure were not in sweete layes Would they in Court and Country so abound And profitable needes we must that call Which pleasure linkt with praise doth bring to all Heroick minds with praises most incited Seeke praise in Musicke and therein excell God man beasts birds with Musicke are delighted And pleasant t' is which pleaseth all so well No greater profit is then selfe content And this will Musicke bring and care preuent When antique Poets Musicks praises tell They say it beasts did please and stones did moue To proue more dull then stones then beasts more fell Those men which pleasing Musicke did not loue They fain'd it Citties built and states defended To shew the profite great on it depended Sweete birds pooremens Musitians neuer flake To sing sweet Musicks prayses day and night The dyings Swans in Musicke pleasure take To shew that it the dying can delight In sicknesse health peace warre we doe it need Which proues sweet Musicks profite doth exceed But I by niggard praising doe dispraise Praise-worthy musicke in my worthlesse Rime Ne can the pleasing profit of sweet laies Any saue learned Muses well define Yet all by these rude lines may clearely see Praise pleasure profite in sweet musicke be I. D. Ten Sonnets to Philomel Sonnet 1. Vpon Loues entring by his eares OFt did I heare our eyes the passage were By which Loue entred to assaile our hearts Therefore I guarded them and voide of feare Neglected the defence of other parts Loue knowing this the vsuall way forsooke And seeking found a by-way by mine eare At which he entring my hart prisoner tooke And vnto thee sweet Philomel did beare Yet let my heart thy heart to pitty moue Whose paine is great although small fault appeare First it lies bound in fettring chaines of Loue Then each day it is rackt with hope and feare And with loues flames t is euermore consumed Onely because to loue thee it presumed Sonnet 2. OWhy did fame my heart to loue betray By telling my Deares vertue and perfection Why did my Traitor eares to it conuey That Syren-song cause of my hearts infection Had I beene deafe or Fame her giftes concealed Then had my heart beene free from hopelesse Loue Or were my state likewise by it reuealed Well might it Philomel to pitty moue Then should she know how Loue doth make me languish Distracting me twixt hope and dreadfull feare Then should she know my care my plaints and anguish All which for her deare sake I meekely beare Yea I could quietly Deathes paines abide So that she knew that for her sake I di'de Sonnet 3. Of his owne and of his Mistresse sicknesse at one time SIckenesse entending my loue to betray Before I should sight of my deere obtaine Did his pale colours in my face display Lest that my fauour might her fauour gaine Yet not content here with like meanes it wrought My
Philomels bright beauty to deface And natures glory to disgrace it sought That my conceiued loue it might displace But my firme loue could this assault well beare Which vertue had not beauty for his ground And yet bright beames of beauty did appeare Through sicknesse vaile which made my loue abound If sicke thought I her beauty so excell How matchlesse would it be if she were well Sonnet 4. Another of her sicknesse and recouery PAle Death himselfe did loue my Philomell When he her vertues and rare beauty saw Therefore he sicknesse sent which should expell His riuals life and my deare to him draw But her bright beauty dazled so his Eies That his daâ—…t life did misse though her it hit Yet not there with content new meanes he tries To bring her vnto Death and make life flit But Nature soone perceiuing that he meant To spoile her onely Phoenix her chiefe pride Assembled all her force and did preuent The greatest mischiefe that could her betide So both our liues and loues Nature defended For had she di'de my loue and life had ended Sonnet 5. Allusion to Theseus voyage to Crete against thâ—… Minotaure MY loue is sail'd against dislike to fight Which like vild monster threatens his decay The ship is hope which by desires great might Is swiftly borne towards the wished bay The company which with my loue doth fare Though met in one is a dissenting crew They are ioy griefe and neuer-sleeping care And doubt which nere beleeues good newes for true Blacke feare the flag is which my ship doth beare Which Deere take downe if my loue victor be And let white comfort in his place appeare When loue victoriously returnes to me Least I from rocke despaire come tumbling downe And in a sea of teares be forcâ—…tto drowne Sonnet 6. Vpon her looking secretly out at a window as he passd by ONce did my Philomel reflect on me Her Cristall pointed eyes as I past by Thinking not to be seene yet would me see But soone my hungry eies their food did spie Alas my deere couldst thou suppose that face Which needs not enuy Phoebus chiefest pride Could secret be although in secret place And that transparant glasse such beames could hide But if I had beene blind yet Loues hot flame Kindled in my poore heart by thy bright eye Did plainly shew when it so neere thee came By more the vsuall heate then cause was nie So though thou hidden wert my heart and eye Did turne to thee by mutuall Sympathy Sonnet 7. WHen time nor place would let me often view Natures chiefe Mirror and my sole delight Her liuely picture in my heart I drew That I might it behold both day and night But she like Philips Son scorning that I Should portraiture which wanted Apelles Art Commanded Loue who nought dare her denie To burne the picture which was in my heart The more Loue burn'd the more her picture shin'd The more it shin'd the more my heart did burne So what to hurt her Picture was assign'd To my hearts ruine and decay did turne Loue could not burne the Saint it was diuine And therefore fir'd my heart the Saints poore shrine Sonnet 8. To the Sun of his mistris beauty eclipsed with frownes WHen as the Sun eclipsed is some say It thunder lightning raine and wind portendeth And not vnlike but such things happen may Sith like effects my Suâ—… eclipsed sendeth Witnesse my throat made hoarse with thundring cries And heart with loues hot flashing lightnings fired VVitnesse the showers which still fall from mine eies And brest with sighes like stormy winds neare riued O shine then once againe sweete Sun on me And with thy beames dissolue clouds of despaire VVhereof these raging Meteors framed be In my poore heart by absence of my faire So shalt thou proue thy beames thy heate thy light To match the Sun in glory grace and might Sonnet IX Upon sending her a gold ring with this Poesie Pure and Endlesse IF you would know the loue which I you beare Compare it to the Ring which your faire hand Shall make more precious when you shall it weare So my loues nature you shal vnderstand Is it of mettall pure so you shall proue My loue which ne're disloyall thought did staine Hath it no end so endlesse is myloue Vnlesse you it destroy with your dâ—…sdaine Doth it the purer waxe the more t' is tride So doth my loue yet herein they dissent That whereas gold the more t' is purifide By waxing lesse doth shew some part is spent My loue doth waxe more pure by your more trying And yet encreaseth in the purifying Sonnet X. The Hearts captiuitie MY cruell deere hauing captiu'de my heart And bound it fast in chaines of restlesse loue Requires it out of bondage to depart Yet is she sure from her it cannot moue Draw backe said she your hopelesse loue from me Your worth requires a farre more worthy place Vnto your suite though I cannot agree Full many will it louingly embrace It may be so my deere but as the Sun When it appeares doth make the stars to vanish So when your selfe into my thoughts do run All others quite out of my heart you banish The beames of your perfections shine so bright That straight-way they dispell all others light I. D. A Himme in praise of Neptune OF Neptunes Empire let vs sing At whose command the waues obey To whom the riuers tribute pay Downe the high mountaines sliding To whom the scalie Nation veelds Homage for the Christall fields Wherein they dwell And euerie Sea-god paies a Iem Yeerely out of his watrie Cell To decke great Neptunes Diadem The Tritons dancing in a ring Before his Pallace gates do make The water with their ecchoes quake Like the great thunder sounding The Sea-Nimphs chant their accents shrill And the Syrens taught to kill With their sweete voyce Make eu'ry ecchoing rocke reply Vnto their gentle murmuring noise The praise of Neptunes Empery Th. Campion This Hymne was sung by Amphitrytè Thamesis and other Sea-Nimphs in Grates-Inne Maske at the Court. 1594. Of his Mistresses face ANd would you see my mistresse face It is a flowry garden place Where knots of beauty haue such grace That all is worke and no where space It is a sweet delitious morne Where day is breeding neuer borne It is a meadow yet vnshorne Which thousand flowers do adorne It is the heauens bright reflexe Weake eyes to dazle and to vexe It is th'Idaea of her sexe Enuie of whom doth world perplexe It is a face of death that smiles Pleasing though it kill the whiles Where death and loue in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles It is faire beauties freshest youth It is a fain'd Eliziums truth The spring that wintred harts renu'th And this is that my soule pursu'th Upon her Palenesse BLame not my cheeks though pale with loue they be The kindly heate into my heart is flowne To cherish it that is dismaid by thee Who art
that sees her sleepe Whom if she wak't he durst not see Behinde her closely seekes to creepe Before her nap should ended be There come he steales her shaftes away And puts his owne into their place Ne dares he any longer stay But ere she wakes hies thence apace Scarce was he gone when she awakes And spies the shepheard standing by Her bended bow in hast she takes And at the simple swaine let flie Forth flew the shaft and pierst his heart That to the ground he fell with paine Yet vp againe forth with he start And to the Nymph he ran amaine Amaz'de to see so strange a sight She shot and shot but all in vaine The more his wounds the more his ◅ght Loue yeeldeth strength in midst of paine Her angry eyes are great with teares She blames her hands she blames her skill The bluntnesse of her shafts she feares And try them on her selfe she will Take heede sweet Nymph trynot thy shaft Each little touch will pricke the hart Alas thou knowst not CVPIDS craft Reuenge is ioy the end is smart Yet try she will and prick◅ some bare Her hands were glou'd and next to hand Was that faire breast that breast so rare That made the shepheard senselesse stand That brest she prickt and throgh that brest Loue finds an entry to her heart At feeling of this new-come guest Lord how the gentle Nymph doth start She runnes not now she shootes no more Away she throwes both shaftes and bowe She seekes for that she shun'd before She thinks the shepheards hast too slow Though mountains meet not louers may So others doe and so doe they The God of Loue sits on a tree And laughs that pleasant sight to see A Dialogue betweene two Shepheards Thenot and Piers in praise of ASTREV Then I Sing diuine ASTREAS praise O muses helpe my wits to raise And heaue my verses higher Piers. Thou needst the truth but plainely tell Which much I doubt thou canst not well Thou art so oft a lyer Then If in my song no more I show Then heauen and earth and Sea do know Then truely I haue spoken Piers. Sufficeth not no more to name But being no lesse the like the same Else lawes of truth be broken Then Then say she is so good so faire VVith all the earth she may compare Nor Momus selfe denying Piers. Compare may think where likenesse holds Nought like to her the earth enfolds I lookt to find you lying Then Astrea sees with wisedomes sight Astrea works by Vertues might And ioyntly both do stay in her Piers. Nay take from them her hand her mind The one is lame the other blind Shall still your lying staine her Then Soone as Astrea shewes her face Straight euery ill auoids the place And euery good aboundeth Piers. Nay long before her face doth show The last doth come the first doth go How lowd this lie resoundeth Then Astrea is our chiefest ioy Our chiefest guard against annoy Our chiefest wealth our treasure Piers. VVhere chiefest are there others be To vs none else but onely she VVhen wilt thou speake in measure Then Astrea may be iustly said A field in flowry Roabe arraid In season freshly springing Piers. That spring indures but shortest time This neuer leaues Astreas clime Thou liest in stead of singing Then As heauenly light that guides the day Right so doth shine each louely Ray that from Astrea flyeth Piers. Nay darkenesse oft that light in cloudes Astreas beames no darkenesse shrowdes How loudly Thenot lyeth Then Astrea rightly terme I may A manly Palme a maiden bay Her verdure neuer dying Piers. Palme oft is crooked bay is low She still vpright still high doth grow Good Thenot leaue thy lying Then Then Piers of friendship tell me why My meaning true my words should lie And striue in vaine to raise her Piers. Words from conceit doe onely rise Aboue conceit her honour flies But silence naught can praise her Mary Countesse of Pembrooke A roundelay in inuerted Rimes between the two friendly Riuals Strephon and Klaius in the presence of Vrania Mistresse to them both Strephon. O Whither shall I turne me From thine eyes sight Whose sparkling light With quenchles flames present and absent burne me For I burne when as I view them And I burne when I eschew them Klaius Since I cannot eschew them But that their light Is in my sight Both when I view them not and when I view them Ere their flames will cease to burne me From my selfe my selfe must turne me Strephon. When none are present by you I feele their might And your eyes bright Appeare more glorious others being nigh you So alone or else compared Wretch I am by them insnared Klaius Since that I am insnared by your eyes bright And feele their might Whether alone they be or else compared Wheresoeuer I am nigh you Loue I must if I be by you Strephon. When you looke kindly on me They loue incite And spite of spite I loue them likewise when you frowne vpon me So how ere your lookes are framed By your lookes I am inflamed Klaius Since that I am inflamed Eu'n by their spite And they incite Soul-warming flames when they are mildely framed How so ere you looke vpon me Loue I must if you looke on me Strephon. O when shall I them banish Since against right Nor day nor night Though absent from me from me they doe vanish So no respite time doth grant me But incessantly they haunt me Klaius Since they alas doe haunt me Both day and night And wonted right Obtain'd by absence absence doth not grant me Night and day may sooner vanish Then from me I can them banish Strephon. They when the Day doth leaue me Lodge in my spirite And of their sight No sight by day discerned can bereaue me So nor day ought else reuealeth Nor the night the same concealeth Klaius Since day like night concealeth Each other sight And to my spirit Concealing darkenesse them like day reuealeth Time of time must quite bereaue me Ere your lookes sweet lookes will leaue Walter Dauison Strephons Palinde Strephon vpon some vnkindnes cōceiued hauing made shew to leaue Vrania and make loue to another Nimph was at the next solemne assembly of shepheards not only frowned vpon by Vrania but commanded with great bitternesse out of her presence Whereupon sorry for his offence and desirous to regaine her grace whom he neuer had forsaken but in shew vpon his knees he in this song humbly craues pardon and Vrania finding his true penitence and vnwilling to lose so worthy a seruant receiues him againe into greater grace and fauour then before SWeet I doe not pardon crau◅ Till I haue By desires this fault amended This I onely this desire That your ire May with penance be spended Not my will but fate did fetch Me poore wretch Into this vnhappie error Which to plague no Tyrants minde Paine can finde Like my hearts selfe guilty terror Then
wretched me whom she doth them deny Aud blessed day She giues alway To all but me who still in darkenesse liâ—… In mourneful darkenesse I alone doe lie And wish but scarcely hope bright day to see For hop'd so long and wisht so long haue I As hopes and wishes both abandon me My night hath lasted fifteene yeares And yet no glimpse of day appeares O doe not let Him that hath set His ioy his light his life in your sweet grace Be vnrelieu'd And quite depriu'd Of your deare sight which may this night displace Phoebus although with fiery-hoofed steedes Thou daily doe the steepy Welkin beate And from this painefull taske art neuer freede But dailye bound to lend the world thy heate Though thou in fiery Chariot ride And burning heate thereof abide Yet soone as night Doth dim the light And hale her sable Cloake through vaulted skle Thy iournie 's ceast And thou doest rest In cooling waues of Thetis soueraigntie Thrice happie Sun whose paines are eas'd by night O haplesse I whose woes last night and day My paines by day doe make me wish for night My woes by night doe make me cry for day By day I turmoile vp and downe By night in Seas of teares I drowne O painefull plight O wretched night Which neuer findes a morne of ioyfull light O sad decay O wretched day That neuer feeles the ease of silent night Ye chirping birds whose notes might ioy my minde If to my minde one drop of ioy could sinke Who erst through Winters rage were almost pin de And kept through barren frost from meat or drinke A blessed change ye now haue seene That changed hath your wofull teene By day you sing And make to ring The neighbor groues with Eccho of your song In silent night Full closely dight You soundly sleepe the bushes greene among But I who erst ah wofull word to say Enioy'd the pleasant spring of her sweet grace And then could sing and dance and sport and play Since her fierce anger did my spring displace My nightly rest haue turn'd to detriment To plaints haue turn'd my wonted merriment The Songs I sing While day doth spring Are bootelesse plaints till I can plaine no more The rest I tast While night doth last Is broken sighes till they my hartmake sore Thou flower of the field that erst didst fade And nipt with Northerne cold didst hang the head And trees whose bared bowes haue lost their shade Whose witâ—…ered leaues by westerne blasts were shed Ye 'gin to bud and spring againe Winter is gone that did you straine But I that late With vpright gate Bare vp my head while happy fauour lasted Now old am growne Now ouerthrowne With woe with griefe with wailing now am wasted Your springing stalke with kindly iuice doth sprout My fainting legs doe wast and fall away Your stretched armes are clad with leaues about My griefe-consumed armes doe fast decay You gin againe your tops lift vp I downe to earth-ward gin to stoope Each bowe and twig Doth waxe so big That scarce the rinde is able it to hide I doe so faint And pine with plaint That slops and hose and Galage waxe too wide Eccho how well may she that makes me mone By thy example learne to â—…ue my paine Thou hearst my plaints when as I waile alone And wailing accents answerest againe VVhen as my brest through griefe I beat That wofull sound thou dost repeate VVhen as I sob And heartly throb A dolefull sobbing sound againe thou sendest And when I weepe And sigh full deepe A weepy sighing Voice againe thou lendest But ah how oft haue my sad plaints assaide To pierce her eares deafe onely vnto me How oft my woes in mournefull inke arraide Haue tride to make her eyes my griefes to see And you my sighes and teares how often Haue ye sought her hard heart to soften And yet her eie Doth still denie For all my woes one bitter teare to shed And yet her heart VVill not impart One hearty sigh for griefe herselfe hath bred Nor I alas doe wish that her faire eies Her blessed-making eyes should shed a teare Nor that one sigh from her deare breast should rise For all the paines the woes the wrongs I beare First let this weight oppresse me stil Ere shee through me tast any ill Ah if I might But gaine her sight And shew her ere I eie my wretched case O then should I Contented die But ah I die and hope not so much grace VVith that his fainting legs to shrinke begun And let him sinke with gastly looke to ground And there he lay as though his life were done Till that his Dog seeing that wofull stound VVith pitteous howling kissing and with scraping Brought him againe from that sweet sowre escaping Then gan this Teares so swiftly for to flow As forst his eie-lids for to giue them way Then blustring sighes too boistrously can blow As his weake lips could not his furie stay And inward griefe withall so hugely sweld As teares sighes griefe had soone all words expeld At last when floods of teares began to cease And stormes of wearie sighes more calme to blow As he went on with words his griefe to ease And remnant of his broken plaint to shew He spide the skie ore-spread with nightly cloudes So home he went his flocke and him to shrowde Eubulus his Embleme Vni mihi Pergama Restant F. D. I. Eglogue intituled Cuddy 1 A Little Heard-groome for he was no bett When course of yeare return'd the pleasant spring At breake of day without-en further letâ—… Cast with himselfe his flocke afield to bring And for they had so long beene pent with paine At sight of Sun they seem'd to liue againe 2 Such was the flocke all bent to brouse and play But nothing such their master was to see Downe hung his drooping head like rainy day His cheekes with teares like springs bedewed be His wringed hand such silent mone did make Well may you guesse he was with loue y'take 3 The while his flocke went feeding on the greene And want only for ioy of Summer plaide All in despight as if he n'ould be seene He cast himselfe to ground ful ill appaide Should seeme their pleasance made him more complaine For ioy in sight not felt is double paine 4 Vnhappy boy why liu'st thou still quoth he And hast thy deadly wound so long agoe What hope of after hap sustaineth thee As if there might be found some ease of woe Nay beter die ten thousand times then liue Since euery houre new cause of death doth giue 5 The ioyfull Sunne whom cloudy winters spight Had shut from vs in watry fishes haske Returnes againe to lend the world his light And red as rose begins his yearely taske His fiery steedes the steepy welkin beate And both the hornes of climing bull do heate But ah no Sunne of grace aspires to me Close hid she lies from whom I should haue light The clowdes of blacke
boyes that lead your flocks a field The whilst your sheepe feed safely round about Breake me your Pipes that pleasant sound did yeeld Sing now no more the songs of Colin Clout Lament the end â—…f all our ioy Lament the source of all annoy Sidney is dead That wont to lead Our flocks and vs in mirth and shepheards glee VVell could we sing VVell dance spring Of all the shepheards was none such as hee How often hath his skill in pleasant song Drawne all the water-nimphs from out their bowers How haue they laine the tender grasse along And made him Garlands gay of smelling flowers Phoebus himselfe that conquer'd Pan Striuing with VVilly nothing wan Me thinks I see The time when hee Pluckt from his golden locks the Lawrell crowne And so to raise Our VVilies praise Bedeckt his head and softly set him downe The learned Muses flocke to heare his skill And quite forgot their water wood and mount They thoght his songs were done too quickly still Of none but VVillies Pipe they made account He song they seemd in ioy to flow He ceast they seem'd to weepe for woe The rurall rout All round about Like Bees came swarming thicke to heare him sing Ne could they thinke On meate or drinke VVhile VVillies musicke in their eares did ring But now alas such pleasant mirth is past Apollo weepes the Muses rend their haire No ioy on earth that any time can last See where his breathlesse corps lies on the beare That selfe same hand that reft his life Hath turnd shepheards peace to strife Our ioy is fled Our life is dead Our hope our helpe our glory all is gone Our Poets praise Our happy daies And nothing left but griefe to thinke thereon What Thames what Seuerne or what westerne Seas Shall giue me flouds of trickling teares to shed What comfort can my restlesse griefe appease O that mine eyes were fountaines in my head Ah Collin I lament thy case For thee remaines no hope of grace The best reliefe Of Poets griefe Is dead and wrapt full cold in filthy clay And nought remaines To ease our paines But hope of death to rid vs hence away Phillis thine is the greatest griefe aboue the rest Where bin thy sweetest Posies featly dight Thy Garlands with atrue-loues knot addrest And all that erst thou Willie didst behight Thy labour all is lost in vaine The griefe shall aye remaine The Sun bright That falles to night To morrow from the East againe shall rise But we decay And wast away Without returne alas thy Willie dies See how the drooping flocks refuse to feede The riuers streame with teares aboue the banke The trees do shed their leaues to waile agreed The beasts vnfed go mourning all in ranks The Sunne denies the Earth his light The spring is kil'd with winters might The flowers spill The birds are still No voyce of ioy is heard in any place The medowes greene A change haue seene And Flora hides her pale disfigur'd face Watch now ye shepheards boyes with waking eye And loose your time of sleepe to learne to sing Vnhappy skill what good is got thereby But painted praise that can no profit bring If skill could moue the sisters three Our Willy still aliue should be The wolfe so wood Amazd flood At sound of Willies pipe and left his prey Both Pipe and Skill The sisters spil So worse then any wicked Wolfe are they O flatt'ring hope of mortall mens delight So faire in outward shew so foule within The deepest streames do flow full calme to sight The rau'ning Wolues do ieâ—… in Weathers skin We deemd our Willy aye should liue So sweet a sound his Pipe could giue But cruell death Hath stopt his breath Dumbe lies his Pipe that wont so sweet to sound Our flocks lament His life is spent And carelesse wander all the woods a round Come now ye shepheards daughters come no more To heare the songs that Cuddy wont to sing Hoarse is my Muse my throat with crying sore These woods with eccho of my griefe do ring Your Willies life was Cuddies ioy Your Willies death hath kild the boy Broke lies my Pipe Till reeds be ripe To make a new one but a worse I feare Saue yeare by yeare To waile my Deare All Pipe and song Ivtterly forsweare Thenot. A lacke and weladay may shepheards crie Our Willy dead our Collin kild with care Who shall not loath to liue and long to die And will not griefe our little Cuddy spare But must he too of sorrow haue a share Aye how his rufull verse hath prickt my heart How feelingly hath he exprest my smart Perin Ah Thenot hadst thou seene his sory looke His wringed hands his eyes to heauen vpkest His teares that stream'd like water in the brooke His sighs that made his rimes seeme rudely drest But â—…ie we homeward night approcheth neare And rainy clouds in southerne skies appeare A. W. II. EGLOGVE Shepheard Heardman COme gentle heardman sit by mee And tune thy Pipe by mine Heere vnderneath this willow tree To shield the hote Sun-shine Where I haue made my Summer bower For proofe of Summer beames And deckt it vp with many a flower Sweet seated by the streames VVhere gentle Daphne once a day These flowry bankes doth walke And in her bosome beares away The pride of many a stalke But leaues the humble heart behinde That should her garland dight And she sweet soule the more vnkind To set true loues so light But whereas others beare the Bell As in her fauour blest Her shepheard loueth her as well As those whom she loues best Heard-man ALas poore Pastor I finde Thy loue is lodg'd so high That on thy flocke thou hast no minde But feed'st a wanton eye If dainty Daphnes lookes besot Thy doating hearts desire Be sure that farre aboue thy lot Thy liking doth aspire To loue so sweet a Nimph as shee And looke for loue againe Is Fortune fitting high degree Not for a shepheards swaine For she of Lordly lad's becoyd And sought of great estates Her fauour scornes to be enioyd By vs poore lowly Mates VVherefore I warne thee to be wise Go with me to my walke Where lowly lasses be not nice There like and chuse thy Make. Where are no pearles nor gold to view No pride of silken sight But peticoats of Scarlet hew Which vaile the skin snow-white There truest Lasses beene to get For loue and little cost There sweet desire is paide his det And labour seldome lost Shepheard NO Heardman no thou rau'st too lowd Our trade so vile to hold My weed as great a heart doth shrowd As his that 's clad in gold And take the truth that I thee tell This song faire Daphne sings That Cupid will be seru'd as well Of Shepheards as of Kings For proofe whereof old bookes record That Venus Queene of loue Would set aside her warlike Lord And youthfull Pastors proue How Paris was as well belou'd A simple shepheards Boy As after
when that he was prou'de King Priams Sonne of Troy And therefore haue I better hope As had those Lads of y'ore My courage takes as large a scope Although their haps were more And for thou shalt not deeme I iest And b eare a mind more base No meaner hope shall haunt my brest Then dearest Daphnes grace My mind no other thought retaines Mine eye nought else aâ—…mires My hart no other passion straine Nor other hap desires My muse of nothing else entreates My Pipe nought else can sound My veines no other feauer heates Such faith 's in shepheards found Heard-man AH Shepheard then I see with griefe thy care is past all cure No remedy for thy releefe But patiently endure Thy wonted liberty is fled Fond sancy breeds thy bane Thy sense of folly brought a bed Thy wit is in the wane I can but sorrow for thy sake Since loue lulls thee asleepe And whist out of thy dreame thou wake God shield thy straying sheepe Thy wretched flocke may rue and curse This proud desire of thine Whose wofull state from bad to worse Thy carelesse eie will pine And euen as they thy selfe likewise With them shalt weare and wast To see the spring before thine eies Thou thirsty canst not tast Content thee therefore with conceit VVhere others gaine the grace And thinke thy fortune at the height To see but Daphnes face Although thy truth deserued well Reward aboue the rest Thy haps shall be but meanes to tell How other men are blest So gentle Shepheard farewell now Be warned by my reed For I see written in thy brow Thy hart for loue doth bleed Yet longer with thee would I stay If ought would doe thee good But nothing can the heat allay Where loue enflames the blood Shepheard THen Heardman since it is my lot and my good liking such Striue not to breake the faithfull knot that thinks no paine too much For what contents my Daphnes best I neuer will despise So she but wish my soule good rest when death shall close mine eies Then heardman farewell once againe for now the day is fled So might thy cares poore shepheards Swaine flie from thy carefull head IIII. Eglogue Concerning olde age The beginning and end of this Eglogue are wanting Perin FOr when thou art not as thou wont of y'ore No cause why life should please thee any more Whilome I was in course of former yeares Ere freezing Eld had coold my youthly rage Of mickle worth among my shepheards Peeres Now for I am some-dele ' ystept in age For pleasance strength and beauty giunes asswage Each little heard-groome laughs my wrinkled face Each bonny lasse for Cuddy shunnes the place For all this woe none can we iustly twight But hatefull â—…ld the foe to pleasant rest Which like a theese doth rob vs of delight Wrenocke Perin enough few words be alwaies best Needs must be borne that cannot be redrest Se fe am I as thon seest in thilke estate The griefe is eath to beare that haz a mate But sicker for to speake the truth indeed Thou seemst to blame that blameles seemes to me And hurtlesse Eld to sâ—…eb ill mought he speed That slayes the dog for wolues so wicked be The faults of men thou lai'st on age I see For which if Eld were in it selfe to blame Then I and al my Peares should tast the same Perin Wrenocke I weene thou doat'st through rusty Eld And think'st with fained words to bleare mine eye Thou for thy store art euer blesfull held Thy heapes of gold nill let thee sorrow spie Thy flocks full safe here vnder shade doe lie Thy weanlings fat thine ewes with bladder blowne A iollier Shepheard haue we seldome knowne Wrenock For thilke my store great Pan y'herried be But if for thy mine age with ioy I beare How fals it that thy selfe vnlike to me Art vexed so with griefe and bootelesse feare Thy store will let thee sleepe on either eare But neither want makes age to wisemen hard Nor fooles by wealth from grieuous paines are bar'd Perin Seest not how free yond' Lambkin skips and plaies And wags his taile and buts with tender head All for he feeles the heate of youngthly daies Which secret law of kind hath inly bred Thilke ewe from whom all ioy with youth is fled See how it hangs the head as it would weepe Whilome it skipt vneaths now may it creepe Wrenock No fellowship hath state of beasts with man In them is nought but strength of lim and bone Which ends with age as it with age began But man they sai'ne as other creature none Hath vncouth fire conuaid from heauen by one His name I wist that yeelds him inward light Sike fire as Welkin shewes in winter night Which neither age nor time can weare away Which waxeth bett ' for vse as Shepheards Crooke That euer shineth brighter day by day Also though wrinkled seemes the aged looke Bright shines the fire that from the Stars we tooke And sooth to say thilke ewe laments the paine That thilke same wanton Lambe is like sustaine Perin Ah Thenot be not all thy teeth on edge To see youngths folke to sport in pastimes gay To pitch the barre to throw the waighty sledge To dance with Phillis all the holy-day To hunt by day the Fox by night the Gray Sike peerelesse pleasures wont vs for to queeme Now lig we laide as drownde in heauy dreame Deest SONNETS ODES ELEGIES MADRIGALS ANDEPIGRAMs By Francis Dauison And Walter Dauison Brethren A compiaint of which all the staues end with the words of the first like a Sestine 1 YE ghastly groues that heare my wofull cries Whose shady leaues doe shake to heare my paine Thou siluer streame that dost with teares lament The cruell chance that doth my griefe increase Ye chirping birds whose cheareles not es declare That ye bewaile the woes I feele in minde Beare witnesse how with care I doe consume And heare the cause why thus I pine away 2 Loue is the cause that makes me pine away And makes you heare the Eccho of my cries Through griefes encrease And though the cause of paine Which doth enforce me still thus to lament Proceede from loue and though my paine increase By daily cries which doe that paine declare And witnesse are of my afflicted mind Yet cry I will till crying me consume 3 For as the fire the stubble doth consume And as the winde doth driue the dust away So pensiue hearts are spent with dolefull cryes And cares distract the minde with pinching paine But all in vaine I doe my cares lament My sorrow doth my sobs sighs teares encrease Though sobs sighes teares my torments doe declâ—…re Sobs sighes nor teares moue not her flintie minde 4 I am cast out of her vngratefull minde And she hath sworne I shall in vaine consume My weary dayes my life must wast away Consum'd with paine and worne with restlesse cries So Philomele too much opprest with paine By his misdeede that
the confusion of Babell THe wretched life I liue In my weake sences such confusion maketh That like the accursed rabble That built the Towre of Bable My wit mistaketh And vnto nothing a right name doth giue I terme her my deere loue that deadlie hates me My chiefest good her that 's my chiefest euill Her Saint and Goddesse who 's a Witch a Deuill Her my sole hope that with despaire amates me My Balme I call her that with poison fils me And her I terme my life that dailie kils me Sonnet VI. Vpon her acknowledging his desart yet reiecting his affection IF loue conioin'd with worth and great desart Merit like loue in euerie noble mind Why then do I you still so cruell find To whom you do such praise of worth impart And if my deere you speake not from your heart To hainous wrongs you do together bind Two seeke with glozing words mine eies to blind And yet with hatefull deeds my loue to thwart To want what one deserues engrieues his paine Because it takes away all selfe accusing And vnder kindest words to make disdaine Is to a vexed soule too much abusing Then if 't befalse such glosing words resraine If true O then let worth his obtaine Sonnet 7. Her answere in the same Rimes IF your fond loue want worth and great desart Then blame your selfe that you me cruell find If worth alone moue euerie noble mind Why to no worth should I my loue impart And if the lesse to grieue your wounded heart I seeke your dazled eies with words to blind To iust disfauour I great fauour bind With deeds and not with words your loue to twhart the freeing of your mind from selfe accusing By granting your desarts should ease your paine And since loue is your fault t' were some abusing With bitter words t'enuenome iust disdaine Then if 't be true all glosing I refraine If false why should no worth worths due obtaine ODE 5. His farewell to his vnkinde and vnconstant Mistrisâ—… SWeet if you like and loue me still And yeeld me loue for my good will And do not from your promise start When your faire hand gaue me your heart If deere to you I bee As you are deere to mee Then yours I am and will be euer Nor time nor place my loue shall seuer But faithfull still I will perseuer Like constant marble stone Louing but you alone But if you fauour moe than me Who loue thee deere and none but thee If others do the Haruest gaine That 's due to me for all my paine If you delight to range And oft to chop and change Then get you some new-fangled Mate My doating loue shall turne to Hate Esteeming you though too too late Not worth a pebble stone Louing not me alone ODE VI. A Prosopopoeia Wherein his heart speakes to his second Ladies breast I Dare not in my Maisters bosome rest That flaming Etna would to Ashes burne me Nor dare I harbour in his Mistresse brest The frosty Climate into yce would turne me So both from her and him I do retyre me Lest th' one should freeze me and th' other fire'me VVing'd with true loue I flie to this sweet Brest VVhose snow I hope will coole but t'yce not turne me VVhere fire and snow I trust so tempred rest As gentle heate will warme and yet not burne me But O deare Brest from thee â—…le ne'fe retire me Whether thou coole or warme or freeze or fire me ODE VII Vpon her giuing him backe the Paper wherein the former Song was written as though it had beene an answere thereunto Lady of matchlesse beauty When into your sweete Bosome I deliuered A paper with wan lookes and hand that quiuered Twixt hope feare loue and duty Thought you it nothing else contain'd But written words in Rime restraind O then your thought abused was My Hart close wrapt therin into your Brest infused was When you that Scroule restor'd me VVith grateful words kind grace and smiling merily My Brest did swel with ioy supposing verily You answere did afford me But finding only that I writ I hopp't to find my Hart in it But you my hope abused had And poison of despaire instead thereof infused had VVhy why did you torment me VVith giuing back my humble Rymes so hatefully You should haue kept both heart and paper gratefully Or both you should haue sent me Hope you my Heart thence to remoue By scorning me my Lines my Loue No no your hope abused is Too deep to be remou'd it in your brest infused is O shall I hide or tell it Deere with so spotlesse zealous firme Affection I loue your Beauty Vertue and perfection As nothing can expell it Scorne still my Rimes my Loue despight Pull out my Heart yea kill me quite Yet will your hate abused be For in my very soule your loue and looks infused be ODE 8. Commendation of her Beauty Stature Behauiour and wit SOme there are as Faire to see too But by Art and not by Nature Some as Tall and goodly be too But want Beauty to their Stature Some haue gratious Kind behauour But are soule or simple Creatures Some haue Wit but want sweet fauour Or are proud of their good features Only you and you want pitty Are most Fayre Tall Kinde and Witty MADRIGAL 6. To her hand vppon her giuing him her gloue O Hand of all hands liuing The softest moistest whitest More skil'd then Phoebuâ—… on a Lute in running More then Minerua with a Needle cunning Then Mercury more wily Instealing Hearts most slily Since thou deere hand in theft so much delightest Why fall'st thou now a giuing Ay me thy gifts are thefts and with strange Art In giuing me thy Gloue thou steal'st my Hart. MADIGRAL 7. Cupid proued a Fencer Ah Cupid I mistooke thee I for an Archer and no Fencer tooke thee But as a Fencer of tâ—…faines blowes and thrusts Where he intendes no harme Then turnes his balefull Arme And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts So thou with fencing Art Fayning to wound mine eies hast hit my hart Sonnet 8. Vpon her commending though most vndeseruedly his verses to his first Loue. PRaise you those barren Rimes long since composed Which my great Loue her greater Cruelty My constant faith her false inconstancy My praises stile her o're prais'd worth disclosed O if I lou'd a scorneful Dame so deerly If my wilde yeares did yeeld so firme affection If her Moon-beames short of your Suns perfection Taught my hoars Muse as you say to sing cleerely How much how much should I loue and adore you Diuinest Creature if you deign'd to loue me What beauty fortune time should euer moue me In these staid yeares to like ought else before you And O! how should my Muse by you inspired Make heauen and earth resound your praise admired My then greene Heart so brightly did enflame MADRIGAL 8. He compares him-selfe to a Candle flye LIke to the seely flie To the deere
sweet to them that lightly touch Rough hard foule soure to them that take too much Thy lookes so smooth haue drawne away my sight Who would haue though that hookes could so be hid Thy lips so soft haue fretted my delight Before I once suspected what they did Thy face so faire hath burnt me with desire Thy words so sweet were bellowes for the fire And yet I loue the lookes that made me blinde And like to kisse the lips that fret my life In heate of fire an ease of heate I finde And greatest p◅ace in midst of greatest strife That if my choice were now to make againe I would not haue this ioy without this paine Phaleuciacke II. HOw or where haue I lost my selfe vnhappy Dead nor liue am I neither and yet am both Through despaire am I dead by hope reuiued Weeping wake I the night from euen to morning Sighing waste I the day from morne to euening Teares are drink to my thirst by teares I thirst more Sighes are meate that I eate I hunger eating Might I O that I might refraine my feeding Soone would ease to my heart by death be purchast Life and light do I lacke when I behold not Those bright beames of her eyes Apollo darkning Life and light do I lose when I behold them All as Snow by the Sun resolu'd to water Death and life I receiue her eyes beholding Death and life I refuse not in beholding So that dead or aliue I may behold them Lenuoy in riming Phaleuciacks MVse not Ladie to reade so strange a Meeter Strange griefe strange remedie for ease requireth When sweete ioy did abound I writ the sweeter Now that weareth away my Muse retireth In you lies it alone to cure my sadnesse And therewith to reuiue my heart with gladnesse Sonnet IIII. Desire hath conquered reuenge WRong'd by desire I yeelded to disdaine Who cal'd reueng to worke my spite thereby ◅ash was Reuenge and sware Desire should die No price nor praier his pardon might obtaine Downe to my heart in rage he hastes amaine And stops each passage lest Desire should flie Within my eares disdainsull words did lie Proud looks did keepe mine eies with scornful traine Disire that earst but flickred in my brest And wanton-like now prickt now gaue me rest For feare of death sunke deeper in my heart There raignes he now and there will raigne alone Desire is iealous and giues part to none Nor he from me nor I from him can start That he is vnchangeable THe loue of chāge hath chang'd the world throughout And nought is counted good but what is strange New things waxe olde olde new all turne about And all things change except the loue of change Yet feele I not this loue of change in me But as I am so will I alwaies be For who can change that likes his former choise Who better wish that knowes he hath the best How can the heart in things vnknowne reioyce If ioy well tride can bring no certaine rest My choice is made change he that list for me Such as I am so will I alwaies be Who euer chang'd and not confest his want And who confest his want and not his woe Then change who list thy woe shall not be scant Within thy selfe thou feedst thy mortall foe Change cals for change no end no ease for thee Then as I am so will I alwaie◅ be Mine eies confesse they haue their wished sight My heart affirmes it feeles the loue it sought Mine inward thoughts are fed with true delight Which full consent of constant ioy hath wrought And full consent desires no change to see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee Rest then my heart and keepe thine old delight Which like the Phoenix waxeth yong each day Each houre presents new pleasure to my sight More cause of ioy encreaseth eu'ry way True loue with age doth daily cleerer see Then as I am so will I alwaies bee What gain'd faire Cresside by her faithlesse change But losse of time of beauty health and life Marke Iasons hap that euer lou'd to range That lost his children and his princely wife Then change farewell thou art no mate for me But as I am so will I alwaies be Iamais aultre To his eyes VNhappy eyes the causers of my paine That to my foe betraid my strongest hold Wherein he like a tyrant now doth raigne And boasts of winning that which treason sold. Too late you call for helpe of me in vaine Whom loue hath bound in chaines of massie gold The teares you shed increase my hote desire As water on the Smithie kindles fire The sighs that from my heart ascend Like winde disperse the flame throughout my brest No part is left to harbour quiet rest I burne in fire and do not spend Like him whose growing maw The vulture still doth gnaw ODE IIII. Vpon visiting his Lady by Moone-light THe night say all was made to rest And so say I but not for all To them the darkest nights are best Which giue them leaue asleepe to fall But I that seeke my rest by light Hate sleepe and praise the cleerest night Bright was the Moone as bright as day And Venus glistred in the West Whose light did leade the readie way That brought me to my wished rest Then each of them encreast their light While I enioy'd her heauenly sight Say gentle Dames what mou'd your minde To shine so bright aboue your wont Would Phoebe faire Endimion finde Would Venus see Adonis hunt No no you feared by her sight To lose the praise of beauty bright At last for shame you shrunke away And thought to reaue the world of light Then shone my Dame with brighter ray Then that which comes from Phoebus sight None other light but hers I praise Whose nights are cleerer then the daies Vpon her absence THe sommer Sun that scalds the ground with heat And burnes the grasse and dries the riuers source With milder beames the farthest earth doth beate When through the frozen Goat he runs his course The fire that burnes what euer comes to hand Doth hardly heate that farthest off doth stand Not so the heate that sets my heart on fire By distance slakes and lets me coole againe But still the farther off the more desire The absent fire doth burne with hotter pain◅ My Ladies presence burnt me with desire Her absence turnes me into flaming fire Who so hath seene the flame that burneth bright By outward cold in narrow roome supprest Encrease in heat and rage with greater might May gesse what force of fire torments my brest So run the swelling streames with double force Where looks or piles are set to stay their course For when my heart perceiu'd her parting neere By whose sweet sight he liues that else should die It clos'd it selfe to keepe those beames so cleere VVhich from her looke had pierst it through the eye The fiery beames which would breake out so faine By seeking vent encrease my
change thy bow and get a stronger Go breake thy shafts and buy thee longer In vaine thou bait◅st thy hooke with beauties blaze In vaine thy wanton eyes allure These are but toyes for them that loue to gaze I know what harme thy lookes procure Some strange conceit must be deuised Or thou and all thy skill despised Scilicet asserui iam me fugique catena◅ Being s◅orned and disdained be inueighs against his Lady SInce iust disdaine began to rise And crie reuenge for spitefull wrong What erst I praisde I now despise And thinke my loue was all too long I tread in durt that scornfull pride Which in thy lookes I haue descride Thy beauty is a painted skin For fooles to see their faces in Thine eyes that some as stars esteeme From whence themselues they say take light Like to the foolish fire I deeme That leades men to their death by night Thy words and oathes are light as winde And yet farre lighter is thy minde Thy friendship is a broken reede That failes thy friends in greatest neede Vitijs patientia victa est ODE 14. The Tombe of dead Desire WHen Venus saw Desire must die Whom high disdaine Had iustly slaine For killing Truth with scornfull eye The earth she leaues and gets her to the skie Her golden haire she teares Blacke weeds of woe she weares For helpe vnto her father doth she crie Who bids her stay a space And hope for better grace To saue his life she hath no skill Whom should she pray What doe or say But weepe for wanting of her will Meane time Desire hath tane his last farewell And in a Meddow faire To which the Nimphs repaire His breathlesse corps is laid with wormes to dwell So glory doth decay When death takes life away When morning Starre had chasde the night The Queene of loue Lookt from aboue To see the graue of her delight And as with heedfull eye she viewd the place She spide a flower vnknowne That on his graue was growne Instead of learned verse his Tombe to grace If you the name require Hearts-ease from dead desire An Altar and Sacrifice to disdaine for freeing him from loue My Muse by thee restor'd to life To thee Disdaine this Altar reares Whereon she offers ◅uslesse strife Self-spending sighs and bootlesse teares Long Sutes in vaine Hate for good will Still-dying paine Yet liuing still Selfe-louing pride Lookes coyly strange Will Reasons guide Desire of change And last of all Blinde Fancies fire False Beauties thrall That bindes desire All these I offer to Disdaine By whom I liue from fancie free With vow that if I loue againe My life the sacrifice shall bee Vicimus domitum pedibus calcamus amorem Certaine Poemes vpon diuerse Subiects by the same Author Three Odes translated out of Anacreon the Greeke Lyricke Poet. ODE I. OF Atreus Sonnes faine would I write And faine of Cadmus would I sing My Lute is set on Loues delight And onely Loue sounds eu'ry string Of late my Lute I alt'red quite Both frets and strings for tunes aboue I sung of fierce Alcides might My Lute would sound no tune but Loue. Wherefore ye worthies all farewell No tune but Loue my Lute can tell ODE II. A comparison betwixt the strength of beasts the wisedome of Man and the beauty of a womans face THe Bull by nature hath his hornes The Horse his hooues to daunt their foes The light-foote Hare the hunter scornes The Lions teeth his strength disclose The Fi◅h by swimming scapes the wee le The Bird by flight the fowlers net With wisedome Man is arm'd as steele Poore women none of these can get What haue they then faire beauties grace A two-edg'd Sword ◅a trustie shield No force resists a louely face Both fire and sword to Beautie yeeld ODE III. OF late what time the Beare turnd roūd At midnight in her wonted way And men of all sorts slept full sound O'recome with labour of the day The God of loue came to my dore And tooke the ring and knocks it hard Whos 's there quoth I that knocks so sore You breake my sleep my dreams are mar'd A little boy forsooth quoth he Dung-wet with raine this Moonles night With that me thought it pittied me I op't the dore and candle light And straight a little boy I spide A winged boy with shafts and bow I tooke him to the fire side And set him downe to warme him so His little hands in mine I straine To rub and warme them therewithall Out of his locks I crush the raine From which the drops apace downe fall At last when he was waxen warme Now let me trie my bow quoth he I feare my string hath caught some harme And wet will proue too slacke for me He said and bent his bow and shot And wightly hit me on the heart The wound was sore and raging hot The heate like fury reekes my smart Mine host quoth he my string is well And laugh't so that he leapt againe Looke to your wound for feare of swell Your heart may hap to feele the paine Anacreons second Ode otherwise NAture in her worke doth giue To each thing that by her do liue A proper gift where she may Preuent in time her owne decay The Bull ahorne the Horse a hoofe The light-foote hare to run aloofe The Lyons strength who may resist The birds aloft flie where they list The fish swimmes safe in waters deepe The silly worme at least can creepe What is to come men can forecast And learne more wit by that is past The womans gift what might it bee The same for which the Ladies three Pallas Iuno Venus straue VVhen each desired it to haue T. S. Anacoreons third Ode otherwise CVpid abroad was lated in the night His wings were wet with ranging in the raine Harbour he sought to me he tooke his flight To drie his plumes I heard the boy complaine I opt the dore and granted his desire I rose my selfe and made the wag a fire Prying more narrow by the fiers flame I spide his Quiuer hanging at his backe Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame I would haue gone for feare of further wracke But what I feard did me poore wretch betide For forth he drew an Arrow from his side He pierst the quicke and I began to start A pleasing wound but that it was too high His shaft procurde a sharpe yet sugred smart Away he flew for now his wings were drie But left the Arrow sticking in my brest There sore I grieue I welcom'd such a Guest Naturall comparisons with perfect loue THe lowest trees haue tops the Ant her gall The flie her splene the little sparkes their heate The slender haires cast shadowes though but small And Bees haue stings although they be not great Seas haue their sourse and so haue shallow springs And loue is loue in Beggars as in Kings Where riuers smoothest run deepe are the fords The Diall stirres yet none perceiues it moue The firmest faith
eyes Tel her that her sweet tong was wont to make me mirth Now do I nightly waste wanting my kindly rest Now do I daily starue wanting my liuely foode Now do I alwaies die wanting my timely mirth And if I waste who will bewaile my heauy chance And if I starue who will record my cursed end And if I die who will say this was Immerito Edmund Spencer Sonnet Loues seuen deadly sinnes MIne eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught 1. First proud sith it presum'd to looke so hie A watchman being made stood gazing by 2. And Idle tooke uo heed till I was caught 3. And Enuious beares enuy that my thought Should in his absence be to her so nie 4. To kill my heart mine eye let in her eye And so content gaue to a murther wrought 5. And couetous it neuer would remoue From her faire haire gold so doth please his sight 6. Vnchast a bawde betweene my heart and loue 7. A glutton eye with teares drunke euery night These sinnes procured haue a Goddesse ire Wherefore my heart is damn'd in loues sweete fire Sonnet To two most Honorable and vertuous Ladies and Sisters the Ladie Margaret Countesse of Cumberland the Ladie Anne Countesse of Warwicke YE Sister-Muses do not you repine That I two sisters doe with nine compare Since each of these is farre more truly rare Then the whole troope of all the heauâ—…nly nine But if ye aske me which is more diuine I answere like to their twinne eyes they are Of which each is more bright then brightest starre Yet neither doth more bright than other shine Sisters of spotlesse fame of whom alone Malitious tongues take pleasure to speake well How should I you commend sith either one All things in heau'n and earth so farre excell The onely praise I can you giue is this That one of you like to the other is H. C. ODE Of Cynthia THe ancient readers of heauens booke Which with curious eye did looke Into Natures story All things vnder Cynthia tooke To be transitory This the learned onely knew But now all men finde it true Cynthia is descended With bright beames and heauenly hew And lesser starres attended Lands and Seas â—…e rules below Where things change and ebbe and flow Spring waxe olde and perish Onely time which all doth mow Her alone doth cherish Times yong houres attend her still And her eyes and cheekes do fill With fresh youth and beauty All her louers olde do grow But their hearts they do not so In their loue and dutie This song was sung before her sacred Maiestie at a shew on horsebacke wherewith the right Honorable the Earle of Cumberland presented her Highnesse on May day last Of loue gift WHo giues a gift to binde a friend thereby Doth set or put his gift to vsury And he that giues a gift that is not free Giue where he lift so that he giue not me For bought and sold is friendship strange Who liues by selling liues by change And he that loues to change his friend Will turne to nothing in the end The Anatomie of Loue. NOw what is loue I pray thee tell It is that fountaine and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps that sounding bell That tols all in to heauen or hell And this is Loue as I heare tell Now what is loue I preth thee say It is a worke on holy day It is December match'd with May When lustie blouds in fresh array Heare ten months after of their play And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee faine It is a sunshine mixt with raine It is a gentle pleasing paine A flower that dies and springs againe It is in faith that would full faine And this is loue and not a staine Yet what is loue I preth thee say It is a pretty shaddow way As well found out by night as day It is a thing wil soone decay Then take the vantage while you may And this is loue as I heare say Now what is loue I preth thee show A thing that creepes and cannot go A prize that passeth too and fro A thing for one a thing for moâ—… And he that proues shall find it so And this is some sweete friend I trow In vaine I liue such sorrow liues in me In vaine liues sorrow since by her I liue Life works in vaine where death will Master be Death striues in vaine where life doth vertue giue Thus each of vs would worke an others woe And hurts himselfe in vaine and helpes his foe A Poeme IF wrong by force had Iustice put to flighâ—… Yet were there hope she might returne againe If lâ—…wlesse warre had shut her vp from sight Yet lawfull peace might soone restore her traine But now alas what hope of hope is left When wrongfull death hath her of life bereft The Sun that often fals doth often rise The Moone that waineth waxeth full with light But he that death in chaines of darknesse ties Can neuer breake the bands of lasting night What then remaines but teares of losse to waile In which all hope of mortall helpe doth faile Who then shall weepe nay who shall teares refraine If common harmes must moue the minds of all Too few are found that wrongfull hearts restraine And of too few too many death doth call These common harmes I waile among the rest But priuate losse denies to be exprest A Poeme in the nature of an Epitaph of a friend IF stepdame nature haue beene scant In dealing beauties gifts to mee My wit shall helpe supply that want And skill in steed of shape shall bee My stature I confesse is small And therefore nill I boast of warre My name shall fill the heauens and all This skin shall serue to hide that skarre My head to beare the helme vnfit My hands vnapt to murther men But little heads oft hold much wit And feeble hands can guide a Pen. Loues contentment Death is my doome awarded by disdaine A lingring death that will not let me die This length of life is lengthning of my paine And length of paine gets strength of paine thereby And strength of paine makes paine of longer last Ah who hath â—…y'de my life to paine so fast And yet I seeme as if I did but faine Or make my griefe much greater then I neede When as the care to hide my burning paine With secret sighes constraines my heart to bleed Yet well I wote be kild I shall not be Vntill by death a proofe thereof you see But if this lodge the witnesse of my woe Whose stony wals enteard my plaints containe Had sence to feele and tongue my paine to show Which hee inclosd I vtter all in vaine You soone should know that most I make my mone Alone if he that loues can be alone Why should I seeke to make my shame be knowne That foolish loue is causer of my paine Forgiue me loue the speech is not mine owne