â—lion sticke and stone Right so might I if weerâ—s had not withstand In dolefull dreames foreseene the fall I fand Quid tuneam ignere tuncâ— taâ—â—â—â—â—â—ia dâ—wers To IDEA LAst yeare I drew faire Dame by very chance Thy Noble name amongst a number moe Glad was my soule to see the weirds aduance The happy hazard of my fortune so And proud thereof vpon my pate I plac'd thee With anagram's and Sonets sweet I grac'd thee But now wise Dame behold a wonder strange Which both I wish thee to beleeue and heare I am so loath where once I choose to change That in my heart thou harbours all this yeare Then from a Hat I drew thee err I saw thee Now from my hart it is my doome to draw thee Why should I hazard what I haue so sure Or scrape thy name into a scuruie Scrowle O thou art writ in blood's characters pure Within the center of my louesick soule Let others try a fortune blind and beare thee Both on my head in my heart I 'le weare thee To KALA. BLind Loue allace and Ielosie vndoo That constant heart which I bequeath to thee I loue thee most and am most ielous too By this I liue by that vndone I die Not that I thinke a fickle change can bee Where vertue dwels but that mine owne vnworth Is worse then twentie riuall foes to mee My base estate these bastard thoughts brings foorth O were my moyane equall to my minde Or were my wealth as great as my goodwill Could I commaund the costlie Iles of Jude Thou shouldst be weell and I should feare no ill Then Fortune Fates all yee Gods aboue Enlarge my luck or els make les my loue Venit amor grauius quo serius vrimur intus Vrimur et secum pectora vulnus habent To PANDORA WHile gathering in the Muses garden flowrs I made a Nosegay which perfum'd the aire Whose smell shall sauour to times latest hours And shall for ay adorne thee cruel faire I laide mee downe vpon the grassie greene Where I beheld fruit's flowr's and hearbs anew Foorthspred by Flora glorious Sommers Queene Whereon the calme and gentle Zephir blew On haughtie hils which Giant-like did threat To pearse the heauens with their aspiring head Grew war-like Firs strong Oaks Ceeders great Whose shaddie boughs the leauâ—e groues ou'rspred Thus high and low I looked where I lay Yet neither fruite nor flower was like my Hay To KALA. WHen silent night had spred her pitchie vaile On all the parts of Vestais fruitfull lace And horned Luna pensiue fad and paile Was at thy presence darkned with disgrace Thinke comely Kala with what kind embrace Wee shew the secrets of our sigh-swolne soule How strict a bond we ty'd in litle space Which none but heau'ns haue credit to controulâ— Sweet Shippardes thinke on thy Loue-sick swane Whose life whose all doth on thy loue depend Let nought saue death deuide vs two againe And let our loues euen with our liues take end And when I cease for to be true to thee Breath vanish in the winds and let mee die Dij preter hoc iuheant vt euntibus ordine fatis Jlla meos oculos comprimat atque suos To his Riuall and LAIS AS thou art now so was I once in grace And thou wast once disgrac't as now am I. O wonderous chaunce o cruell contrarie case O strange discord yet greeing harmonie I once was lou'd thou loath'd but now espie How I am loath'd and thou art lou'd alone In this the wheele of Fortune you may try I raignd thou had no raigne thou raignes againe Then happie thou if so thou might remaine But fayth thou must come downe there is no dout And thou must be a partner of my paine The nixt must needs haue place his time about Els fortunes wheele should whirle about no more Nor Lais faire be fals as of before Turpius est pulchra nam meretrice nihil Farewell to LAIS Thou fawns faire nimph for frindship at my hand And sayes thou seeks no more of worldly blis But feid forgot that friendship true may stand And cryes met mercie if thou made amis But harke my heart and trust mee wee l in this I can not loue a faigned friend no no Since I am so acquaint with Judas kis Shape not my sweet for to deceiue me so For I haue read in Stories old of two Zethius and Amphion did discord Till time Amphion musicke did forgo Which by his fellow was so much abhord Thy sute my sweet is seasond with such â—als We shall not friend so long as thou art fals Non amo te fateor quid enim simulare accesse est A sparing farewell to KALA. FOnd Celuis some time in a foolish vaine Would needs applie emplasters to his foot And would as sick men doe sigh weepe plaine And make the world beleeue he had the Gout And by this custome which he had wee reed Dissembling Celuis tooke the Gout in deed How many broyls betwixt vs two haue beene Which I oft times of purpose would deuise That in that sort our loue should scape vnseene And vndeuulged in a darke disguise But fayth that custome hath deceiu'd mee so That in effect I am thy fremcast foe When first our Loue was in the pleasant prime Thou lou'dst mee well I lou'd thee well againe But heere behold the strange effects of time My fire turns frost thy loue turns cold disdaine Yet time may friend which made vs foes til whan I wish thee weell but am no more thy man Nâ—mque vbi non amor est vbi non miscentur amoris Suauia nil lauti nilque leporis inest A wrathfull farewell to KALA. THe whitest Siluer drawes the blackest skore In greenest Grasse the deadly Adder lowrs The fairest Sunne doth breed the sharpest showrs The fowlest Toads haue fairest Stons in store So fairs'd of Loue and woe is mee therefore In greenest Grasse lies hid the stinging Adder In fairest shining Sunne the fowlest wadder A precious Pearle plac'd in a poysning Pore Shall I supp sweet mixt with so sowre a fals Or drinke the Gall out of a Siluer pot Or shall I cast on libertie a knot Al 's fast al 's lows al 's lowse al 's fast ay fals No I beseech the Gods that rule aboue They let me neuer leue and euer I loue Durius in terris nihil est quod viuat antantâ— Nec modo si sapias quod minus esse velis To PENELOPE WHen Tyndaris was broght from Troy againe and princely Pergam leueld with the ground And fatfed earth with Phrygian flesh was faine Through shallow furrs faire fruit's for to refound The facund wise Vlisses most renound By fatall answers was foretold wee find That he should not in deadlie deep 's be dround Although withheld with many contrar wind Yet that vnhappy and that bastard brat That Parricid which from a farre should come Telegonus whom he with Circe gat Should kill his father at
I saikles soule am slaine Nor can I get the smallest graunt of grace Nor dare I now though I haue cause complaine And though I durst my plaints wold haue no place Thus am I faine for feare of further wrong Euen with the Babe to burst and hold my tong Non tameâ— audebam tacitâ—s operire dolâ—res Ingenium metuens casta puella tuam To CINTHIA IT sometime chanst as Stories tell by chanse That Hercules and Hylas were alone And seuerally they went apart to pause But hee and hee accompanied with none Till Hercules to Hylas made his mone That hee for drouth was like to giue the Ghost Thus Hylas to Ascauius Flood is gone To draw a drinke and lowting life hath lost So when mine eyes had spurd a speedie post To set the floods of fauour to their friend My burning heart which drouth of comfort crost They dround them selues nothing els obteind So Destanies my dolefull death concludes By double force of Furious flames and floudes Vror et heu nostro manat ab igne liquor To IDEA THe Lipper man whose voyce can not be hard With dolefull hoarse vnpleasant tune wil cry And craue for loue of Iesus Christ reward And alm's of such as chaunce for to passe by But when allace poore soule he doth espy That no man heares not yet regards his voyce No longer then takes he delight to ly But claps his dish and keepes his language close Right so as curst and carefull is my Crosse Suppose the Fates haue not deform'd my shape No words I vse for to lament my lose But make my Lines to be the Lippars Clap. Goe Sonet then and beg I thee beseech Some grace to him whom feare deterres from speech Dicere qua puduit scribere iussit amor To IDEA IN stately Troy which was by force of fire Subdu'd in end and turnd in embers cold Apollo's Church while Priam did empire Was beautifull and braue for to behold In midst whereof hung in a not of gold A Cocaâ—rice that Spider Bird nor Flie To enter there nor build durst not be bold That famous worke from filth was kept so frie. The like faire Dame may well be thought of thee For why before thy beauties Altar hings Canceld with prid both blood and birth I see With cold disdaine which serue as certaine â—ings To warne a farre my fancie to refraine And rather wrake then once reueale my paine Cor dolet gâ—liduâ— torpet sub pertâ—re sanguit Me tamen oppressum dicere vetat amor To PANDORA I Pause not on the gold of Tagus sand Nor Erithrean braue and shyning shells Ilong not for the limits large of Land Wherein the barbar newfound Nations dwels I bid not of these bounds whose boosome swells With birth of braue and costly Iewels rare Which with their Muske and Siuet sweetest smels In fairest Chattons set perfume the ayre My pridles Hart subdued with Loue and feare Seekes that those Songes the Heralds of my hart Might mooue the sweet and flintie harted faire Some fauour once and pittie to impart Els that vpon the Alter of her wreath She would accept th' oblation of my death At siue te regum Muneranulla volâ— To PENELOPE I Serue a Mistris infinitely faire And which I more esteeme exceeding wise In that beyond the boundes of all compare And this in her the wondering world enuies Thence doth of loue my restles rage arrise Thence flowes the font of all the harmes I haue Her wit my heart her beautie charm'd mine eyes To Venus thus and Pallas I am slaue If curious heades to know her name do craue Shee is a Lady Rich it needes no more And wealthy Iuno wonted pride may leaue And gladly serue the Dame whom I adore Rich wise and faire to thee alone as thrall I consecrate loue life lines thoughts and all At mihi seruitium et tristis iam vita paratur Illaque libertas pristina surripitur To PENELOPE SHort is the day but long allace to mee Who liue in loue and am not loued againe My louely faire and loueles Saint I see Doth guild with gold her hid coy disdaine thinkst thou faire dame to buy my loue with gaine Cause thou art rich I pray thee thinke not so I am thy slaue and for thy sake am slaine Nor can my Rim's reueale my inward woe Put now a poynt Panelopa I pray vnto this web so oft retex'd by thee Pay loue with loue and make no more delay O raine no more thy shewers of gold on mee One kisse of thee would breed me more contenâ— Then make me king of Cresus Lydiaâ— rent To LITHOCARDIA By Anagram WHen Churches all of Asia les and more By Xerxes great were burnt cast to ground Of pittie hee Dianais Church forbore A peece of worke whose like could not be found And yet by fames report to be renound Herostratus did set the same on fire Which Xerxes great suppose a Monarch cround Did spare vnspoyld for all his proud Empire Right so when as so many did conspire To conquer mee a poore and Cuntrey Swaine My hardned hart withheld their hot desire And I till now vnconquerd did remaine That by my losse I must enlarge thy fame And slay my selfe to serue a glorious Dame Non ego seruitium Dominae tam mite recuse Ah pereat si quis vincula et ipse times To LITHOCARDIA Anagram AS Marigould did in her Garden walke One day O ten times happie was that day I thitherward to see my Saint did stalke Where Floraes Imp's ioy'd with her feet to play And loe vnseene behind a Hedge I lay Where I beheld the Roses blush for shame The Lillies were empald vpon the spray The Violets were staynd about my Dame My Mistris smild for to behold the game And sometimes pleasd vpon the grasse to sport Which canging hew's new cullors did acclaime For blythnes of so sweete a Saincts resort And from that walke while as away she wâ—nt They weepe with deaw I in teares lament Sprâ—â—it nostras galatea querelâ—â— To KALA. FAire Kala fairer then the Wooll most faire Of these my faire and siluer fleeced Sheepe Which are committed to my careles care And vp and downe those daintie Dales I keepe Faire Sheppeardesse for thee alone I weepe None heares my plaints but bleating beasts and I And for thy sake I sigh when I should sleepe And on thy name amid my dreames I crie TheÌ„ since thou know's the thraldome of my mind And how my necke to beare thy yoke is worne Haue pittie once and proue not ay vnkind And laugh no more thy shepheard swaine to scorne But if thou mind'st for to remead my mone Let fansies then flocks folds and all be one Tum mistum ciuerem communi onerare sepulchre Amborumque vnus contegat ossa lapis To LAIS What euer thou be that claimes or courts my deare And in my absence would supply my place If courts thou I pray thee to forbeare Rob not my right
doth assale How I or'edriue in deadly dooll the day And how this longsome Equinoct I vale Shee cruell shee that should my Surgeon bee Allow's my losse and laughs and lets me die Nec tamen vlla mea tangit te cura salutis To absent IDEA Faire dame for whoÌ„ my mornfull muse hath worne To want thy fight the black sable weede Whose houering haires dissheueld rent and torne May show what baill thy absence long can breed Looke if thou list my Rimes and thou shalt reed But coaleblack woes in coaleblack words brought forth thy absence long hath made my coÌ„fort deed And makes my Verses be so litle worth Shine then vpon my parched Sunburnd braine Chiefe stay of all my tempest-beaten state Leaue not thy man disconsolate againe Faire Goddes of my Fortune both and Fate All earthly hopes for thee since I refuse Be thou my hope my Mistris and my Muse Vtque supercilio spendoâ— nutuque loquaci Nonnihil ipsa meis mâ—ta venis precibus To ERANTINA OVtthrough the faire and famous Scythian land A Riuer runns vnto the Ocean mane Hight Hypanis with cleare and cristall strand Borderd about with Pine Firre Oake and plane Whose siluer streames as they delight the eye So none more sweet to either tast or smell Yet Exampeus erre his Lord he spies Maks him to stinke like Stigian stanks at Hell Eu'n so faire Dame whose shap doth so excell Thy glorious rayes thy shining virtues rare No Poets pen nor Rhetors tong can tell So farre beyond the bounds of all compare Yet are they spoyld with poysning cold disdaine And such as drink thy beauties floods are slaine Nil nostrae mouere preces verba irrita ventis Fudimus et vanas scopulis impegimus vndas PANDORA refuseth his Letter THe saikles soule Philoxenus was slaine By courtes kind Amphialus the Knight Who for the faire Cornithian Queens disdaine Borne to his foresaid friend had tane the flight But when his Dog perceiu'd that sorie fight He fawn'd vpon his maisters fatall foe Who then with hart and handfull of despight Beats backe the Dog with manie bitter blo My dearest Dame and seemlie Sainct euen so For whose sweet sake I daylie die and dwins Hath slaine her slaue with all the wounds of woe And loaths allace to looke vpon my Lins That with the Dog my Ditties must returne And helpe their martird Maister for to murne Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numina notis To KALA. TWixt Fortune Loue and most vnhappie mee Behold a chase a fatall threesome Reele Shee leads vs both suppose shee can not see And spurs the Post on her vnconstant wheele I follow her but while I prease to speele My bounds aboue I faile and so I fall Loue lifts me vp and saies all shall be well In hope of hap my comfort I recall Wee iornie on Loue is the last of all Hee on his winges I on my thoughts do sote I flie from him suppose my speed be small Shee flies from mee and woe is mee therefore Thus am I still twixt Loue and Fortune slaine I neither take nor tarrie to be taine To LITHOCARDIA GOod cause hadst thou Euarchus to repent The reakles rashnes of thy bad decreit Thy crueltie did spring from good intent The grounds whereof were tedious to repeet Yet when thy Sonne fell downe before thy feet And made thine eyes confesse that he was thine Thou wept for woe yet could thou not retreat The sentence said but sigh'd and sorow'd sine So may it be that once those eyes diuine Which now disdaine and loath to looke so low As to behold these miseries of mine shal weepe wheÌ„ they my constant trueth shal know And thou shalt sigh though out of time to see By thy decret thine owne Piroclâ—s die To LITHOCARDIA I Feare not Loue with blind and frowning face His Bow his flame nor sharpest hooked head A brauer Archer Death shall haue his place And put a poynt to all my paine with speed And since it is my fate to be at feed With her whom once I duelie did adore Yet fatall Atrops now shall cut the threed And breake the heart which she enioy'd of yore For fauours floods which I did oft implore Of Letheis Lake I time by time shall teast Her Marbel heart shal make me moorne no more The buriall stone my dolor shall digeast Then farewell she auth loue hard-heart each one Come Atrops Lethe Death and Buriall stonâ— Nunc te tam formae tangit decor iste superbae Vt tua commorint taedia iniqua deos To inconstant LAIS HOw oft hast thou with Siuet smelling breath told how thou loud'st me loud'st me best of al And to repay my loue my zeale my fayth Said to thy captiue thou wast but a thrall And when I would for comfort on thee call Be true to mee deare to my soule said I Then sweetly quhespering would thou say I shall And echo-like deare to my soule replie But breach of fayth now seemes no fault to thee Old promises new periuries do proue Apes turse the whelps they loue from tree to tree And crush them to the death with too much loue My too much loue I see hath chang'd thee so That from a friend thou art become a foe Carminibus celebrata meis formosa Nâ—aera Aterius mauult esse puella viri To LAIS SWeet Lais trust me I can loue no more And which is worse my Loue is turnd to hate Thou art vnkind and woe is mee therefore Inconstant fals and to my griefe ingrate It is too true I lou'd thee well of late And euen as true thou lou'dst mee well againe I haue allace no pleasure to repeat Our wishes and our vowes since all are vaine What resolutions and what plots prophane Wee two haue had in loue to liue and die The time the place the tokens giuen and tane Yf they could speake can thy accusars bee But since thou still art false I must confesse Thy loue was lightlie won and lost for lesse Ah crudele genus nec fidum faemina nomen To ERANTINA Blind naked loue who breeds those stormy broyls Which from my deare me to my dole debars To mee the pangs to thee pertaine the spoyls Thou taks aduantage of our ciuill warres I liue exild but thou remains too neare Yet like a tirant shee triumphs o're thee Her presence maks thee more then blind I heare And absence is farre worse then death to mee Could I as thou from ielous eyes be free Then should I be as blith as thou art blind I should not then dispaire nor wish to die Nor should my sighs increas the wauering wind O rigor strange since Loue must still remaine In presence blind and I in absence slain Vna diâ—s tantum est qua te non femina vidi Et sine iam videor seusibus esâ—s â—â—is To PENELOPE WHen stately Troy by subtill Sinons guile And Grecian force was brought to last decay Vlisses braue with faire and facund stile
a Whore Hac venit in thalamos dote superba tuos His constant Resolution to ERANTINA SHall absence long or distance farr of place With lowring looks of frem'd vnfriendly foes Shall tract of time for les or longer space Haue any force to cause mee change my choyse No surelie no I am not one of those I shall be found no falce nor flitting friend My loue shall last as long as life suppose Luck be not such as sometime I haue seen'd But what remeâ—d I may not mend but meen'd And with your will I hold mee well content Though many thwartering things haue interueend To interturb and stay our true intent Yet all those iarres shall not my minde remoue The day of death shall be the date of loue Dum paris aenone poterit spirare relicta Ad fontem xanthi versa recurrat aqua Confirmation of his loue to ERANTINA SHall absence long bring change or make my minde to moue Or yet shall distaunce farre of place vnlock the linke of Loue Shall either this or that yon or the other thing Haue force to breake the blocke we band before the Paphian King Thou art mine Hero still and though the streams be stark I through the waltering waues shall swim to thee but Boat or Barke I am not Iasons meat Maedea to beguile My fayth is firme this the cause exponis mee exile Nor am I come by line of traytor Troians race I neuer thought no not by dreame my Dido to disgrace Nor am I hee who brought the black â—aill for the white Least Ariadâ—e kild his syre and if their wrack was white A Pyramus I am in deed in thought in word And should wist I thou wert not weell with blood imbrew my sword And if by Fames report thy pains I can perceaue As Hemon did shall I giue the Ghost aboue the graue No that I looke to find such friendship on thy part Or promis kept which ay shall be inshrind within my hart Or that I greeue for grace thy honor to degrade For if my Sainct be safe and sound how can I but be glade In tears as Biblus did though I consume away Who was huerted in a Well as auncient Writers say And though I be resolued to loue thee tearme of life Yet must I leaue thee for a while Vlysses left his wife My word shall be my word my kindnes shall be knowne And with my oath I will no boure for I am sworne thine owne And for thy sake I vow the Pilgrems weed to weare And when in wildsome wayes I walke the Rod and Bag to beare And this my hoarie head vnrased shall remaine A tipe of my continuing trueth till wee two meet againe And so with heauie hart adue my dearest Dame In happie state long mayst thou liue till I enuie the same And would to God thy wealth were such as I would wish So till the Gods our meetings grant thy snowie hand I kis To LAIS IF Rodopae the loath some Strumpet vile Became to be a great Aegyptian Queene Put not sweet heart thy hop's into exile Good luck may light vpon a life vncleene Shee was a Queene thou must an Emprice bee For thou art thrise as great a whoore as shee Cui madidos minxit mentula â—ulta sinus His vnwilling Farewell to PENELOPE A Frind some time to Thracian Cotys send In signe of loue a vessell rich and rare But back againe before the bearer wend Hee brake the same in peeces heere and there Not for contempt but to preuent my care I brake this gift which thou hast brought said hee For if my seruants breake the fame I sweare They should been bate and I incensed bee I Cotys-like proud Dame to ease my paine And that thou be not forst to heare my cries Must leaue to loue nor shall my Songs againe Thy surfet breed nor come before thine eyes Not that I loath where I so long did loue Thou art vnkind and I must needs remoue His louing farewell to PANDORA DEare to my soule once degne those passions to peruse The Swan-like Dir'ges and the Songs of this my deeing Muse Which are Minerua-like by beating of my braine Brought foorth to shew the wondering world my long suppressed paine For like the doomb borne sonne of that rich Lydian King Now at the imminent of death with toong vntied I sing Had Atis-like my foe thy wedding day been slaine By Tydeus fearce then had I brook'd faire Ismene allaine Or had thou been a man like her whom Phestne bred Whom Telethusa promest with Jaâ—the faire to wed Then had my riuall been as farr from thee as I Nor had he now nor thou been iudge to my complaint and cry As Tantalus did cut poore Pelops corps a sunder And made a banquet of his Sonne vnro the Gods rare woonder Yet did they recollect his cutted Corps againe And Tantall they condemd to die In hunger staruing paine So cruell thou hes karu'd ten thousand wayes my hart And thou indures obdurat still and senceles of my smart Yet will the Gods I hope recure and purge my paine And punish all thy cruelties with cruelties againe Had I Ixion-like made vaunt of Iunoes spoyle With patience then I should abide thy furie and this foyle But since it must be thus from Athens I will flie With wise Demosthenâ—s and then in Neptuns asyll die Then cruell faire farewell I may remaine no more I mind before wee meet againe to see the Câ—ltik shore But howsoeuer I err or wheresoeuer I vaig In weell in wo in want and wealth thou shalt command poore Crag Yea might I make a Feast as did Democrits sire To all the Persian troups ou'r which great Xerxes bore empire Or were I begging bread like Ithák Irus poore Whom proud Vlisses with his fist feld dead into the floore Yea be I rich or poore or poore and rich againe At hazards all I am thy man and so shall ay remaine Faire Homicid farewell against my heart I goe And that al-makeâ— knows I make a voyage full of woe But euen as Atâ—riâ— with silence sweeâ— doth 〈◊〉 And none peâ—ceâ—â—'s â—f vp or downe or whither 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 So none saue thou shall 〈◊〉 the caus of all my paiâ—â— And none shall know wherefore I goe nor when I 〈…〉 againe And so till time wee 〈◊〉 deare heart whom I 〈◊〉 Farewell ye◠〈◊〉 me leaue to â—â—gh and say Farewell once more To his PANDORA from England NOw while amid those daintie Douns Dales with Shepheard Swains I sit vnknown to mee Wee sweetly sing and tell pastorall tales But my discourse and Songs-theame is of thee For otherwayes allace how can it be Let Venus leaue her blest abod aboue To tempt my Loue yet thou sweet soule shalt see That I thy man and thou shalt die my loue No tract of time nor sad eclipse of place Nor absence long which sometime were due cures To my disease shall make thy slaue to cease From seruing thee till
fruition of my libertie while in deed I must pay the eternall tribute of vnfaigned Loue For as Carnâ—ades the Cyrenean Philosopher said of Chrysippus And Chrysippus were not I could not bee my beeing is by thy munificence Take this in good part and still I rest Idea's euer obleged and vnmanumissible slaue Ad Ideam O bona non tractanda homini bona digna rapina Caelicâ—lum superis o bona digna locis To CYNTHIA OFfend not faire Dame Though the Lines of my Picture change and varie The World runnes on Wheeles all things therein mooue without intermission the solide Earth the rockes of Caucasus and the Pyramids of Memphis both with publike and their owne motion Constancie it selfe is nothing but a languishing and a wauering daunce I am a Pamphilus and can not settle my obiect And since my Loue runnes staggering with a naturall drunkennes I pray thee vertuous Cynthia with patience peruse those Poyems And as Aristippus sayd to his man who by the way was ouer burdened with too much money carry what you may and cast away the rest Your La. howsoeuer and wheresoeuer Ad Cynthiam Nil forma natura tuae nihil astra negarunt Vna supercilij si tibi dempta nota To LITHOCARDIA I Feare to prefixe Hono. Lady to these few Poyems a long Epistle least some Diogenes should bid mee shut the Portes of Minda ere the Towne runne out Let mee this much kindly pray preuaile with your La. as to vouchsafe them some place in the bench of your bibliothek Xerxes whose Armies obumbrate all Hellespont was faine in a small Fishbote for safetie of his life to â—lie from Greece So may you at some idle howers deigne and discende to behold my rusticke Rymes and kindly excuse his errours who ere long hath purpose to present and please you with some betteâ— Poyem Till when and euer I am your La. owne Ad Lithocardiam Vt nullae cunctis formosa est faemina tantum sic nulla est misero tantum adamata mihi To KALA. THese Poyems are I confesse sweete Kala vnwoorthy thy presence and so haue more neede of thy protection But let as Cicero writes in his Epistle to Octauius Confession be a medicine for Errour Twixt Metellus Macedonicus and Scipio Africanus were mortall Warres but when Scipio dyed Metellus prayed the Citie-men to concurre least their Walles should be ouerthrowen Many louely iarres haue been amongst vs but in my absence those my Papers like Citizens of a good republike shall all concurre to please and honor thee And I both at home abrod shall continue Thine till death Craige Et quanquam molli semper sis dedita amori Candida nulla magis nulla proterua magis To LAIS EVery man as Pittacus affirmeth hath some imperfection in mee Loue is most predominant But aâ— Alcibiades cut off his faire Dogs eares and tayle so droue him in the market place that giuing this subiect of prattle to the people they might not meddle with his other actions So haue I presumed to publish these my castrat Rimes vnder ô lasciuious Lais thy protection that my chaster Verses may appeare lesse faulty Antinonides the Musitian gaue order that before or after him some bad Musitian should cloy and surfet his auditors So when the Lector shall be weary to â—uerread these lubricke Lynes hee shall with more alacrity consider and ouerlooke the rest And thus were not hereby I minded to beautifie my other Poyems J could gladly consent that all those Lynes of Lais were ouer whelmed in obliuion I glory not God knowes in my frailty and more for euitation then imitation are these Songes foorth sent to the view of the censuring world And thus nor crauing nor carefull of thy acceptance O Lais I cease to serue or more to be Thine O miseri quâ—ruâ— gaudia crimen habent Dum furtiua dedit nigra munuscula nocte Me tenet absentes alios suspirat amores To ERANTINA IT is a wounderfull delight I take to liue iâ— Loue it is euer at my heart and most in my mouth and such assistaunce it giueth to my life that it seemes the best munition I haue found in this humane peregrination The Disciples of Hegesias hunger starued them selues to death incensed therevnto with the perswading discourses of his lessons til the time King Ptolomey forbade him any longer to entertaine his Schoole with such murtherous preceptes Though I weare the howers of the day and waste the dayes of my life in Loue I muse I roue and walke I enregister my humors and my passions Let none be entised by my example for I am borne to loue and to die Thy Louer O quid dura tuum sic me contemnis amantem Neglectumque tuas despicis ante fores Frigidasaenit Hyems immitis et ingruit ather Exclusum pateris me tamen esse foris To PANDORA THE very same Sonets which aâ— some time pleased you modest Pandora with much more courtesie and honour then they or I any way deserued to receiue and reade I haue but without alteration or change heere placed and reduced in a solide bodie When Babilon was besidged by Darius the number of Women was so great the Captaine commaunded euery man to choose one which beeing accordingly performed the rest were put to death that their victuals might the longer endure Hadst thou been there and I Captaine of the Babilonic armie thou shouldst been first of all thy sexe selected to been saued Pardon peerelesse Pandora the perseuerance of my presumption in still affecting thee and for my sake peruse these Sonets which may happily continue some dayes and yeares after mee That since I could not be beloued being on-life I may with desperat Herostratus be famous after death Till when as Socrates sayd as I may I am Thy vnalterable man Ah nùnquam potuj lachrymis aut fletibus vllis Efficere vt nobis mitior ipsa fores Hoc nocuit misero seruisse fideliter vnj Hoc nocuit tanta semper amasse fide To PENELOPAE ANtiochus in his youth writ vehemently in prayse of the Academie but beeing old hee chaunged copie and writ as violently against it While I am young I must write of and for Loue and I must goe because I cannot stande still I am like the rowling Stone which neuer stayes till it come to a lying place As Infants repose in the rocked Cradell so my spirit findes rest in restlesse Loue. Alexander disdayned the Corinthian Ambassaders who offered him the Freedome and Burgeosie of their Citie But when they tolde him that Bacchus and Hercules were likewise in their Registers hee kindly thanked them and accepted their offer Doe not O vertuous Penelopae disdaine my small and poore propine O be not ashamed to see thy name in the base Chattons of my Poesie Since better then Bacchus and hardier then Hercules are in my Registers Thus kissing thy liberall hand I hartily commende both mee and them to thy tuition Your La. A. C. Si
Achilles Arm 's obtaind and went away In Afrike yet he was constraind to stay For when his friends did taste of Lotus trie As Homers works do more at length bewray They green'd no more the Greekish soyle to see So fares with mee O most vnhapie mee Since I beheld thy faire and heauenlie hew The glorious rayes of thy all conquering eye My rendering heart and soule did so subdew That for thy sake whom euer serue I shall I haue forgot my selfe my soyle and all To IDEA MY Muse shal make thy boundles fame to flie In bounds where yet thy selfe was neuer seene And were not for my Songs thy name had beene Obscurelie cast into the graue with thee But loe when cold and limping age shall bee A signe of death and when the graue shall greene And gape within her bosome to conteene Her child in spight of Death thou shalt not die For why my Muse my restles Muse shall eeke Ten thousand wings for to enlarge thy fame And eu'ry quill of eu'ry wing faire Dame to preach thy praise ten thousand wayes shal seeke Yet thou repayes my labors with disdaine Thou liues by mee and I by thee am slaine O ego non felix qui tam crudeliter aâ—â— Nullaque me redamat To frowning CINTHIA IF Castor shine the Seaman hoyseth saile With widkast womb the welcome winds t' embrace which gladly grasps the sare prosperous gaile And maks the Ship to run a fleeing race But if Orion shine the storme is me He lowes the Saile which stood of late so hie Such is my state if Castor-like thou smile I onelie liue to serue and honour thee But if thou frowne allace allace the while As at the sight of Gorgons head I die As in thy lift so in thy looks diuine Orion black and Castor braue do shine Then since thou art th' Orizon of my loue Thine eyes the fatall starres which I adore With gracious blinks behold me from aboue Let me not sinke safe bring me to thy shore Or if thou loaths that I should liue then frowne For die I liue I I am still thine owne Diccte me Juuenem perijsse in amore maeaeque Vnita quod fuerit Cynthia causa necis To PANDORA EAch thing allace presents and lets mee see The rare Idea of my rarest Dame Deepe sunke into my soule the verie same Whose view doth still bewitch vnhappie mee The shining Sunne her hart transpersing eye The morning red her braue and blushing shame Night absence and day presence doth proclame foule wether frowns calme sweet smil's may bee My scalding sighs tempestious winds and raine But exhalations of my tragick teares In frost allace her cold disdaine appeares In thaw and fire my melting heart agane And thus each thing brings purpose to be pinde And to my thoughts coÌ„mends the faire vnkind To PANDORA DEare to my soule and wilt thou needs be gone And leaue thy Man behind thee but a heart Is this the pittie which thou dost impart Disconsolat to let me die alone Thou hast two harts mine thine and I haue none Heere springs the surfe of my ensuing smart Yet play I pray the gentle Pyrats part And as thou lou's my life yet leaue me one But brooke them both I gladlie grant and stay How canst thou ride in raging raine and wind Yet thou must goe and woe is me away Then take my heart and leaue me thine behind I gaue thee mine O then giue thine to mee That mine and thine be one twix mee thee Vna fides vnus lectus et vnus amor To LAIS I Haue compard my Mistris many time To Angels Sun Moone Stars things aboue My Conscience then condem'd me of a crime To things below when I conferd my Loue But when I find her actions all are vane I thinke my Rimes and Poyems all profane With perfect eyes her Pageants I espy To no thing now can I compare my Dame But Theramenes shoo the reason why It seru'd each foote and she can do the same She hears the sutes of rich poore great small And has discretion to content vs all Si vitium leuitas nulla puella hona est To PANDORA FAine would I goe and faine would I abide Sweet Hais agene and kisse me erre I go Denie mee not since there is none beside No teltale here though thou wouldst giue me two Yet giue me one if thou wilt giue no mo But one is none then giue mee two or three Thy Balmie breath doth still bewitch me so As I must haue an other kisse or die Thy Rubent blush now bids take leaue of thee Faine would I goe and I would kisse as faine Then giue me one or change a kisse with mee If neither giue nor change take all againe When thine mine are thus conturb'd I kno Thou canst but smile that I deceiu'd thee so Mihi dulcia iunge Oscula et in nostrâ— molle quiesse sinn To PENELOPE WHile fierce Achilles at the siedge of Troy the fatall Nimphs had so decreed was slaine A sodaine strife arose who should enioy The Armes of that praise-worthie Grecian Aiax alleg'd he should the Arm 's obtaine And by the sword to win and weare them vow'd Vlisses said they should be his againe And he them gaind if Stories may be trow'd But lo the shield by Sea 's was loosd wee read And by a storme driu'n from Vlisses sight And rould to Aiax graue though he was dead To show the world that he had greatest right So when my tombe shal end those teares of mine there shalt thou sigh say I should been thine Tum flebit cum mi senserit esse fidem To CINTHIA OFt haue I ment with Musicke sleepe wine The soueraine cur's for superficiall cares For to reuiue this wounded heatt of mine And free my selfe from sorow sighs and teares Yet neither all nor any one of those Haue force to end or cure or change my woes My griefs are growne to such confused force No number rests for more nor place for worse If I had merit to be martird still And with the furie of thy frowns abus'd I could digest thy gloomings with goodwill And neither looke nor craue to be excus'd I loue my Rod like Moses but if I Perceiue it proue a Serpent I must flie If thou wilt bind me still to be thine owne Smile stil faire Dame if not I pray thee frowne Vincuntur molli pectora dura prece To LITHOCARDIA FAlse Eriphile sometime did betray Facidic wise Amphiaraus her spouse Who willing from the Theban warres to stay To hide himselfe secure at home he trow's Thus while his driftes Adrastus disallow's She knowing that her husband should be slaine At Thebes for a golden chaine auow's To tell Adrastus where he did remaine And thus reueald he goes against his will But leaues Alcmeon to reuenge his wrack On Eriphile which he did fulfill When dolefull newes of fathers death came backe So since in loue thou art so vnloyall
his comming home Though I haue past as many storm 's as hee The last is worst and for thy loue I die Elegie to KALA. REed this and then no more this shal be last of all And should been first if now I could my publisht Rymes recall But they are gone abrod vpon the winges of Fame Na can the glyding Ocean waues put bounds vnto the same The spacious Continent Nor yet the bordering mane Can neither hâ—ld the woes nor vowes of my vnquiet vane Nor prayers nor the prayse which I haue pend for thee Which makes me thus for to be pind and thee so proud to bee This then shall be the last since first it can not bee For I haue waird alreadie els a world of words on thee But worlds Democrit said were infinite and so Thou looks to find infinites of worlds of words or moe No no my Poyems haue proclaymd thy prid my paine And I am wo that I haue waitd so many words in vaine For I haue dryd the braine of my inuention quit And neither conquered my desire nor purchast thy delight Lo then how I was led with Loue that Lordly elff That bred no pleasure vnto thee nor profet to my selff But as Phaeneus poore for Phisick sought in vaine And by his foe was cur'd when as hee hop'd hee had been slaine So thy disdains haue cur'd my hurt and vlcerd hart And I am weell against thy will but sense of old-felt smart To Sea with sweetest streams flows Hypanis the flood But Exampeus poysning well maks bad which erst was good And thus vnlike it selfe grow's Hypanis euen so Thy coy disdaine hath changd a friend into a fremmed so Thou sawst my dwining looks my scalding sighs and sobs Thou sawst my teare swolne eyes were full of liquid pearlie globs And yet as Nero proud when Rome was burnd did grow As glad as at a Comick sport and laugh to see the low So thou fals Tyran thou from turret of thy prid Thou smild at my mishaps as proud as braue as Neptuns brid But woorthy Phocion a Captaine braue and stout For these vnkind Athenians fought fourtie Batels out And yet was slaine by them and when he died 't is told Hee pray'd his Sone for to forgiue his death for kindnes old So though I be in poynt by thy disdaine to die My heart shall charge my houering hand to write no ill of thee For like Themistocles I rather drinke the Gall Then fight against my once good friend though now my loue be small Then sometime friend farewell this is my most reuenge To thinke no good to write no ill but last of all to change His Resolution of absence and farewell to Lithocardia FAire Dame adue for whom I dayly die And quicke and dead a martyr still remaine Now must I â—lit o fairest farre from thee And flie the force of vndeseru'd disdaine Since I haue weard my warbling Verse in vaine O Verse to be my sorows children borne Abortiue birth brought foorth with too much paine And recompens'd too much with too much scorne Since Lines and I and all are all forlorne Faire Dame receiue this last enforst adew For I shall see if Fates haue not forsworne If change of Nations natures can renew If tract of time if change of soyle or aire May helpe thy Loue or hinder my dispaire Quid loquor infaelix an non per sax a per igne Quo me cunque pedes ducunt meâ—s agra sequetur His Reconciliation to Lithocardia after absence O Lautia poore was glad when th' Amazon Queene of yore Receiu'd a Nosegay from her hand suppose shee smeld no more Cherillus heart was hois'd to highest heauens hee thought When Macedo ouer lookt his Lines suppose hee lik'd them nought So if thou take my Verse a louing poore propine Which ouer-shadowed with thy sight throughout the world shall shine If thou the sheet receiue though thou vnfold no folds Yet shall those hidden Lines be blith whilst thou their backs beholds And I poore hopeles soule thy weell affected man Shall be as blith as Cherill was or yet Olautia than Take then my faultles Sheet bedewd with mourning Inke And if thou wilt not view my Verse to know the thing I thinke Yet shall the Paper serue O faire and matchles Dame To be a Bottom to thy Silke or safftie to thy Seame But least my mourning Inke like Niobe's blacke tears Should blacke thy braue Mineruik worke whilst it thereto adhears Pine with thy snow-white hand the Verse before thy view That they may not infect nor foyle the farfet Silks faire hew And thou shalt see no more set downe before thy face For to reueale my endles woe but this one word Allace Allace allace allace Allace allace againe Ten thousand times allace allace can not expres my paine Allace I am thine owne na haue I hap to vew Heraclits flood of change thereby my nature to renew None knew of Hercules the poysoning deadly shafts But Philoctetes none but I complains conceals thy crafts Though thou hast faild to mee I am not false to thee I am thy Beadman day by day and bondman till I die And would to God thou hadst rich Amaltheas horne To yeeld what fruites thou list though I liue lightlied and forlorne Aeneas lost at Troy Creusa faire his wife And through and with ten thousand Greeks hee made a desperat strife And rooming vp and downe emboldned with dispaire Hee cryd aloud Creusa come but could not find her there And still he crid till time her pallid ghost anone Appeard and gaue him certaine signs that she was dead and gone So shall thy soule thy Ghost begin for to remoue And leaue to be within thy brest before I leaue to loue And when thy Ghost is gone and past th' Elisian lake No Dido shall complaine of mee nor suffer for my sake If Romans did returne in Arms of shining Steell Our Rubicon then were they deemd foes to the common weell But my returns to thee are full of loue and peace As witnesseth this iterat and oft said word Allace If I haue said too much let mee thy peace implore And my Epiloge with a sigh I seale and say no more Protesting since thou knows how I am sworne thine owne And how thy Vertues by my Verse throughout the world be known Thou wilt haue some remorse vpon my carefull case And let thy Courtasies conclude my long long-cri'd Allace To LAIS THe faire faced Woman and deformed Ape Hath Nature fram'd to want a taile wee see The sillie beast with her vnseemelie shape Seems well content and pleas'd that so should bee And yet the Woman striueth euen and morne To haue a taile and still in Naturs scorne But let it be for to supplie this want Each discontented whore should haue one taile What reason is 't since Nature knew them skant A pockie Punck with pluralties should deale This then is true which I obserue as sure A Beast hath more discretion then
long I loue I fry I freeze I pine No punishment can be compard to mine Allace allace my flocks both starue and stray quit macerat to want their maisters eye Which with Liciscais harmles Barke would stay And turne againe from neighbour corns to mee My litle Lambs my faire and fertill Ewes With sad reports their plaints for mee renewes What madnes mooues remorsles faire thy mind Since neither plaints nor prayers can haue place Hast thou concluded still to kythe vnkind And day by day delight in my disgrace O bee it so if needs it must be so For I am armd for euerie kind of woe Since I am thus proscrib'd I pray thee take Faire Kalatihia this inforc'd fareweale Since Fortune Loue and weerds auow my wrake To whom shall I despised soule appeale O loue no more nor leue no more a thrall Die Codrus die end loue and life and all But Pusillany me poore and hartles man Why wouldst thou die to please so proud a Dame Though thou be banisht for a while what than Shee 's not so cruell but shee may reclame Yet flie be gone let good or bad befall thee And care no more suppose she neuer recall thee And thus poore soule from out the Groue he goes And leaues allace both Lines and Lute behind Which I the true Secretar to his woes And fellow of his fortunâ— did foorth find And for his sake I sigh sing say show them that cruel she whoÌ„ they concern may know theÌ„ CODRVS his reconciliation to his heart after he hath abiured KALATIBIA POore wandring hart which like the prodig child From reasons rule hath run so long astray Misled by Loue with fancies fond beguild And now returnd with torne and rent array my halfe and better part since thou art come with true remorse most kindly welcome home Laciuious looks of life bewitching eye Inconstant oath 's of most vnsetled mind You fals inflections of a Iudas knee You worthles vowes which vanish with the wind Dispatch your selfe and let mee liue in peace Within my hart thou haue no dwelling place Come sit thee downe deare hart wee 'l haue a feast My fond Conceits I for a Calfe will kill I am thy Oast and thou shalt be my guest Repenting Teares will furnish Wine at will Our Musick Sighs and if I were more able Fayth thou should find a banquet for thy table With hartie draughts will wee to drinke begin Vnto the brim let reasonn fill each bowll I 'll lock the gate and Loue shall not looke in That our contract may knit without controull In surest sort let vs betroth our selfe And band gainst Beautie and the blinded elfe Sigh sorie hart and I will weepe with thee Let no eclipse diuide vs two againe Let Reason hencefoorth guyd and ruler bee And waâ—t no more the swift wingd Time in vaine And while my teares can intertaine thy feast Repenting heart thou art a pleasing Ghuest Now setlet heart secure and fâ—ee from feare Though all the earth should sinke in seas of Loue Fleet in the Arke sit still in Reasons chare And to the world giue verdits from aboue The life of Wisedome in Experience lies Then let thine owne misfortuns mak thee wise Faemineos post hac disce canere dolos FINIS To the Author LOue now resolu'd to work so rare a wonder As to make Rocks bereauers Stones a Streame Straight to a Craig of Caledon hee came Whos 's yet vndaunted prid hee gan to ponder Haue I said hee the Earth's deepe Center vnder Made Phlegeton his floods to feare my flame Did I the mightie Trident bearer tame And threatned roo the thrower of the thunder And shall one onely Craig withstand my dart With that his Arrow to his eare he drew which through the yeelding air loud whistling flew And turnd his hardnes to a humane Hart From out whose wound witnes you Nymph's but names Great Floods gush out of sweet Castalian streames I. M. Cragio suo INgenij si verna seges primoribus annis in tam laudandum luxuriauit opus Quos fructus sperare iubes cum forttibus annis Iudicij accedit lima seuera tui Robertus Aytonus De Alexandro Rupoeo populari familiari et amico suo qui supra plebem vulgus et populum THreicij quisquis credit modulamine vatis saxa feras scopulos ressilijsse locis Orphea crediderit rediuiuum carmine Rupis Arctoae tumulo ressilijsse suo Arthurus Gordonus