foe That yeildeth foode vnto my cursed cares And poyson strong with hony ioyn'd prepares Heau'ns shew your power earth tremble at my crye And stony rockes be molyfied with moane The rurall Gods with mournfull melodie Lament my chaunce bewaile choice ech one Your sheapheard swaine in sables clad with care Doth for the dead some mourning weeds prepare The lining doth presage his dying dole His life is death while others reape his toyle Who hath not power himselfe for to controle Is sure the fruite of some aacursed soyle His tong too long his wisedome is too short Who rues in deede the thing he spake iu sport But Ladies yet condemne not his desire Though passed deeds his present griefe proâ—â—re And lare mishhapps yeild fuell to his fier That scant he can the scorching heate endure Whose ayde he craues to mollyfie his paine With pleasaÌ„t sport of some conceyted vaine PASSION VI. INtract of time is pers'd the hardest fliut Not by the force but by the droppinges fall My greefes from raging rigor neuer stint And can I then endure such cursed thrall Yt were a hell to thinke of such a paine Which naught but cares doth wrest from gored vainâ—… Vaine is my vaine yet voyde of vaine delight Curst is the chaunce that chayngeth to extreame Vnhappie man subiect to Fortunes might Can nought but greefe my fatall greefe redeeme Then welcom griefe though death more welcom weare Whose force at once might eâ—…d tormenting feare Feare which doth frett the wearie crased heart More then the paine that torment can procure The heau'ns I call for to record my smart That thus long did such agonies endureâ—… Leaue to â—…aye loue to be iust yee skieâ—… And martyre those that doe your power despise Skies fild with flame of fierie fretting ire That kindled wrath into my pensiue soule In LVCANS forge which frameth deepe desire To sell my life for Fortunes blessed dole Yâ—… dole I câ—…e sweete Ladieâ—… to asswage The dismâ—… 〈◊〉 of IANVS daughters ragâ—… PASSION VII SCarce warme I burne yet freeze in fierie flame Displeased still I rest content withall Yet male-content againe eu'n with the same What freedom wrought eft-soones hath made me thrall Thus contrarie these coutraries I taste Thus borne to beare I liue my life to waste Life is a death when dolors taste doth sway And death a life to such as crosses beare My thred is spoon to be the VVLTVâ—… spray That Tiger-like my â—…ell death doth sweare Thoughts force my lingring life to weare and pine Conceyt will kill the stoutest heart in fine Distressed thus my light-some hope is past And darknes doth with horror now appeare Maister the shippe that hath a broken Mast Through darkest clouds Sonns goulden beams are cleere So let the beams and beautie of your grace Shine through the mist that doth my ioy deface Hide not the glasse with any wooden case Let vertues mindes some vertues workes bring foorth Doe not sweete Nimphs your noble mindes imbase With any act that shall not be of worth But let your sonne shine to your sheapheards case The praise is yours if you his griefe appease PASSION VIII VVay-faring thus in wildernes of care My woefull minde with thornes of discontent Doth yeild new thoughts which torments newe prepare Then I begyn a gaine for to lament Where first began the Period of my fall There first I pause and rue the summe of all Thus doe I mourne thus doe I moane my daies And itt'terate still my heapes of deepe annoy Thus doe I liue and liuing loue to prayse The thing which doth my comforts hope destroy How can I liue and lead this wearie life When life encrease and death might end the strife O blessed death would death but heare my crie And succour lend to such as succour want O happie man yflingering miserie Had once an end my dolors to supplante Yet would I feare least death would me forsake And lothed life my carcas dead awake Whom heau'ns doe spite earthes disdaine dispise He whylome liu'd in pleasures pleasant bower With patience the low againe may rise The fretting horse is spent within an houre For all extreames doe worke extreame effectes And contrarie yeilde contrarie aspectes PASSION IX YF wayling may appease the wrathfull Gods And pittie moue the tyranized heart My scourged minde with firie burning rods Maye paye the tribute of my restles smart With sacrifice of salt and brinish teares Which yeilde newe life to late departed feares No floode so heigh but hath as loâ—… an ebb No storme so great but hath a caulme ensuies No man so mad to weaue his sorrowes webb And being condemnd his pardon will refuse Floods stormes and webbs of griefe of care of paitre Mayfall may cease may be vndone againe Floods stormes nor webs of my new budding woe Will fall or cease or be vndone at all The more I striue the stronger is the bowe Which will not bend but to my greater fall And still doth shoote the arrowes of disdaine My hope being dead to wound to kill againe Dead hope except my froward fortnne change Which bends her browe and yeildes no hope to me But that I must in wildest dezartes rainge With sauage rude and Tigers to agree No force for there the Driads I shall finde With musickes note for to refresh my minde PASSION X. LEaue soule to mourne for that which hath no cure Yt is in vaine to striue against the winde Set vp thy rest that nothing can endure In such extreames except it be assignd Bv th' mperiall powers that guide the starrs To trie thee here that sende such deadly warrs These miseries vn-thought approch'd the place Where first I ken'd the peâ—…ll which ensu'd But all to late for then did hope deface My passedioyes which heauenly I viewâ—…d Looking astance on that which came behinde My heart pen'd vp in sorrowes fould I finde You Ladies then the Nurses of my hope Which may asswage the swelling of my minde Affoorde vnto my captiue soule some scope Whome to your wills is willingly inclin'd With firme repose of vncontrouled thought Whoe but your dome accounteth all for nought By PHEBVS beames is cherished ech wight By PHEBVS beames the dead obtaineth life When ATROP cutts which is our ioyes delight The twisted twine with stroke of fatall kniffe Can you not then helpe dead to life againe And comfortyeild that PHEBVS beames retaine PASSION XI O lampe that guides the circle of the globe Yf pitties fruite doth nestle in thy brest Scorne not in pride the humble to disroabe With nakednes from his enioyed rest That willing yeildes vnto thy sacred doome Thoughe web of care be knit in sorrowes loome You scoffing ECCHOS that repeat my crie And answere make when to the woods I moane Yfanie say I faine you may replie And witnes that vnder this curse I groane Who better knowes if that the priest did ken All that he ought then clark that said Amen You are the Sextons of my haplesse plaints
and delue with spade Our workes bring foorth the fruite of misene As flowers fall grasse wither mist fades away So doth our daies fall wither and decay What thinge so sure but falleth at the last Or what so firme but minates in time Who is so wise that can endure the blast Which doth forbid the hastie for to clime Of thinges that shal be dust let no man store Dust we shal be and dust we weare before Yf choyse be made or difference take place Eu'n with that choyce death waxeth more vnmil'd The fairest flowers fall soonest to disgrace And worser thinges scape often vndefil'd So many bad doe daies enioye When dinâ—… of death doe better sort destroye PASSION XLIIII REsted by choyse our dayes we finish here And IOVE himselfe the choyse thereof hath made Being lou'd we die IOVE lou's as doth appeere By motions which errors doe inuade So those whom IOVE with princely care doth loue Them he doth chase his Godhead to approue O happie man of whom IOVE made a choyse O happie man whom IVPITER doth loue Whom IOVE accepts he onely may reioyce Whom IOVE takes to himselfe he doth reproue Yf chosen thus and loued so by IOVE Or though reprou'd why should we faâ—…t in loue He onely shall the flaming wals enioy That gardes the thorne of IOVES imperiall â—…eate And shall behould that prince which may destroy PHEBVS brigâ—…t beams which feedeth vs with heate No sorrowes then nor griefe shall him molest Being lath'd by IOVE vnto his heau'nly feast So shall he â—…est amongst the chiefest starrs There a new star plac'd for to yeilde vs light And by his death shall end these terren warrs And life a newe begyn to leade vpright And shall no more behould the theater Where tragick eu'll leade mortall men to erre PASSION XLV REstes any thing more lighter then a haire No haire but doth IOVES godhead high reproue What is more light then birds which sparrowes rere Yet sparrowes witnes that there is a IOVE Is any thing of greater weight then life And shall life passe in mistie cloudes of strife Yt may not be that I should so beleeue Life comes to vs eu'n by the heu'ns decree To such conceyt I may â—…o credit giue Life flies away by dynt of destinye Life we possesse by force of IOVES commaund Life we must yeild if IVPITER demaund For borne we are and die we stalbe sure Because we are of purpose borne to die But not content with our estates vnsure Nor pleased yet death should our patience trie IOVE did commaund and death obaves his will So let it rest IOVES doome for to fulfill IOVE did commaund which must not be gain-said He spake the word and all did yeild consent He made a beck and roaring seas obayed Then with our states why are we not content He wills vs from these worldly cares refrayne And his edict must eu'r and eu'r remayne PASSION XLVI YF this be thus then farewell all my ioy Which I possest before these cares encroc'hd IOVE made a choyse death did his choise destroy O would that death had vnto me approch'd More welcome sure had been his deadly dart Then these annoyes which breede encreasing smart Farewell my ioy I doe renounce thy smile I hate the thing which cause of ioy may yeild Least fayned hope should certaine FATE beguyle Despaire hath wonne the honor of the field My loue my life my ioy is gone before Death may alone my hope of ease restore Then as the faithfull which embrace the toole And kisse the same which life doth take away Who well were taught in high IEHOVAS schoole That beares the bag of simple truth alway So will I clippe and kisse this world of paine Which Ioue hath sent to coole my wandring braine Embracing death and loathing lifes repose I rest content and watch the happie time I seeke not now to triumphe ou'r my foes Yet heere would faine end both my life and rime But that I vowed ou'r as your sheapheard true With hand and hart to serue and honour you FINIS THE Patrone his pathetical Posies Sonets Maddrigalls Rowndelayes Together With SINETIS Dompe Plena vercuÌ„di culpa pudoris erat POSIE I The patrones conceyte DOmesticke Goddes of the Sea-whal'd Isle Heau'â—… erected trophies of thy prayes AVâ—…ORAS blush that beautifies thy smile Sh'nes far more bright then Phoebus goulden rayes Natures chiefe pride the map of beauties grace Loues louely sweeâ—… which vertue doth embrace Of-spring of â—…dds borne of the salt-sea foame Thoughts 〈◊〉 that doth to Pallas bower inclines A Commet that in starrie night doth gloame And doth presage of misteries diuine An ornament bedeck'd with goulden tyres A pearle in camp'd in strength of chaste desires Reposed rest of ADON'S ardent looke Thy Christall-pointed eies like Saphyres blue Set in the snowe doe hide a bayted hooke Which doth intrap by force of Goulden hue Were ADON here to viewe thy VENVS eye Could ADON such a VENVS suite denye Olympus Queene that doth commaunde the skyes Whose shining beam's doe light the westerne Isle No base aspect in thy sweeâ—…e bodie lies Thy fauouâ—… doe the stealing time beguile For precious breath so doth perfume the ayre That all applaude thou onâ—… art sweete and faire POSIE I The Patrones Conceyte THe Radian beam's of natur's purest die With honours Equipage long liue thy fame Whose siluer arkes surpasing Christall skie Doth force loue Queene to reuerence thy name Starrs doe inuay that earth retaineth thee From making Fourth amongst the graces Three Heau'ns newe ioy earth's possessed wonder The welkins ptide if they might thee embraece As they did IOVES loue that kills with thunder Thy memorie her beautie doth deface Liue long thou star which in the North doth shine That noble worth's may fill thy sacred shrine Yâ—…pe graft with vertue in her tender yeeres Deriuing honour from her noble stocke Which Needles weare for honour still appeer's Within her browe which doth fames cradle rocke Whose searching wit dipt in MINERVAS vaine Fraught with content doth Pallas prayses staine HIBBLA hath Bees stor'd with a sweete encrease And shee hath beautie furnished with grace Liue stinges doe pricke though hony's taste to please So woundes her beautie those which it embrace A Lampe of glorie shines in thâ—…e alone Liue long in earth thou match-lesse Paragone POSIE II The Patrone's affection LAunterne of loue the patrone due of lore Light some beame my affection to guide Amongst the drerie throbbes encreasing sore Sore in the vaile of heart where I them hide Languishing in delight I doe delight to pine And can I pine a more contented paine Hart once mine-owne is nowe possesion thine Yeilde then to yeilde this hearts due entertaine Honour is the guest let bounty be my prize Truth be the page of my admired light Occasion be thou prest at my aduize Regarding hand and hart t' attend her â—…ight Or else my heart and minde I hould in hand Doe then my hope confirme that hope may stand
shall thee disgrace And why thy worthie patron is thy fort Thou needes not shunne t'approch into ech place Twy flowring bloome of wit shall thee report Thy wise and deepe conceytes neede not be grac'd For dayntie choise here found ech fancies please Thy mindes repose may neuer be defac'd Each fancie then thy fancies fame will â—…aise O that my tong could duely raise thy fame Yet after age at large shall doe the same H. P. Gent. In prayse of the Booke O Floue of ioy of solace sweete and pleasant vaine That wanted was thy sugred muse to write and sing Both Sonetts Maddrigals with dainty ditties playne What sudden chaunce hath moued to chang thy stile what thing Yf Prince prelate peere and Parry discontent Complaynes a like gainst froward fortunes bad intent Compier full many shalt thou finde with there estate Both discontented beare and blame their direfull fate When all thinges alter kinde that subiect be to change Then loue the ioy shal likewise turne to sorrow strange T. S. Esq. In prayse of the Booke SWeet is the paine which vertuous trauell brings High is the place which wisedome doth commend Sower is the ease of vices root that springs Loue is the seaâ—…e which idlenes doth lend None getteth wealth that puts not from the shore Paine breedeth honor vertue winneth fame Glorie doth follow courage goes before Though oft the vent answeare not the same Vertuous attempts are voide of all shame The base whome meanes obscurely doth keepe Liues voyd of honor dies without name And in eternall darknes euer he doth sleepe Therefore SINETES ti 's then no blot With mournefull Passions to lament thy lot R. S. Esq. In prayse of the Booke THou O too cruell guide of louers traine Proude in thy tyrannie on yeilded harts When shall thy thralls forget to mourne and plaine When wilt thou cease to hurle hatefull darts Shall all the earth fing through her spatious parts From out the mouth of euery fordon swayne That thou in steed of loue breedst hellish paine Thou dire Vsurper of caelestiall arts Shall heauenlie Posie be prophaned still In woes description to thy peeuish will Wilt thou in steed of loue true louers kill Far be it from a God to doe thus ill No PARRY no he doth but shew thee sorrow That from woes darknes ioy more light may borroâ—… W. M. Esq. PASSION I. FIne ripe coceyts forsake the wearied miude And fancies faile wheÌ„ sorowes surges swaye My pen bath'd in the waues of griefs vnkind Must write of moane of ruine decaye A tragicke note doth fit a tragick chaunce A heauie heart with sorrowes pipe must daunce Like PELICAN I wander all alone The dezart woodes and wildernes so wilde To senselesse groues I crye and make my moane Eu'n from my thoughts all hope is quite eâ—…il'd Left thus to mourne the skriching owle keepes time With dolefull notes that to the heauens doe clime Notes that bewaile the griefes of carefull heart That charge my minde with heapes of deepe annoy Which vnto none I vowed to impart But vnto you my drenching dolors ioy Keepe ladies keepe the closet of my griefe Yeilde Ladies yeilde for sorrowe some reliefe No darke despaire may drowne my drowsie hope If you giue life vnto my dead desire Nor ought may daunt my minde yf you giue scope To pitties floodes to quench the kindled fire Fortune is blinde and will not see my paine Time hath a salue to cure the same againe PASSION Rype griefe hath graft in slumbring harts disp What still increase the motions of my care Thinke I of salues my sorrowes to impaire Then fearefull fittâ—… the torments racke prepare For him that would presume to thinke of good When darke despaire drown'd hope in sorrowes floâ—… Seas floods and waues of fortunes weakefull scoâ—… Cease not to roare to swell to tosse with winde Of bale-full hap which increase the surge Of sharpe disgrace where perrils foord I finde For to augment the terror of my paine Where hope of naught but carking care remaine The stocke is dead whereon the ympe was graft Which beare the fruite that wonted sores did cure The graft must die so must the fruit be laft Naked to pinc and nipping fiostes endure The braunch consumes when perish'd stock doth faile When sappe is gone how can the growth preuaile My sappe is gone which norishment did yeilde My wythered fruite doth fall before his time I am the graffe which want my wonted sheilde For stocke decayed I haue no roote to clime Lende ladies nowe your dolefull notes ech 〈◊〉 Pittie at least though not asswage my moâ—… PASSION III. 〈◊〉 Nimphs in mournfull sables drest Nith plyant pipes sound dolefull musick note â—…ewayle your sheapheards fare that thus opprest 〈◊〉 increase of sorrowes set a floate 〈◊〉 course doth scarce abide the tuâ—…ch of time 〈◊〉 wearied heart endur'd the bale-full chime â—…he sound of chime doth sound in lothed eares â—…could endure such cruell sound to heare â—…hich doth encrease a heape of dreadfull feares Where to my soule darke horror doth appeare Long passed cares renewe againe their course Fates fatall chaunce doth change from bad to worse A happie man had I neu'r happie byn For fortunes sâ—…le did cause my greatest fall To purchase ease by newe encrease of sinne Were for to make my soule my bodies thâ—…all Hap then what may let fortune frowne or smile â—…res cruell scourge shall not my minde defile 〈◊〉 shrines I sill with volumes of my griefe 〈◊〉 de I craue to quench the burning fier 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 brought to CACAS some reliefe 〈◊〉 â—…orts may reuiue my dead desier 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hope by fortunes passed change 〈◊〉 â—…mes the dâ—…arts wilde to range PASSION IIII. NIghts rest is bard with weried thoughts controle The pillow moanes bath'd in my dreÌ„ching teares The sheetes beare guilt of my distressed soule Wherein is wrapt a multitude of feares When stealing nappe doth close my drowfie eies Then starting feare sayth it is time to rise Yf sleepe at all possesse my vytall parts Then dreadfull dreames with gastly sights appeare Which do present the cause that wrought my smarts And doe a fresh renewe forgotten feare I sleepe in paine I watch in wretched griefe Lyef's in dispaire sith hope forbids reliefe When cursed thoughts there carefull couch forsake Confused heaps of new encreasing sores Like wildfier tost in PHLEGETONS firie lake Or ship that stirrs gainst raging streame with ores So doth my heart with sorowing sobs neere spent Striue with the course that cares command hath sent My moane I make where pities bowre is built Your gentle brests is mercies chaire of state A Butt of bane which neu'r for lacke is tilt Yeildes fresh supplies vnto my frowning fate Then fortune then cleere once this smothing aire With salues of hope after this long dispaire PASSION V. SOund TRITON forth thy heauy dolefull knill That rings a peale of eu'r enduring woe No vacant place but balefull ECCHOS fill My heart is made a harbour for the
desire Hope loathes my loue to liue in hope of right Time after triall once may quench my fire Oh salue the sore and cherish my delight Rue lawles force which feruent zeale procures Obtaine a hart like to the Emerauld pure Dayne hope to graunt where feare dispaire allures In deepe distresse naught but true faith is sure POSIE IX Fides in Fortunam MOst sacred is the sweete where fortune swayes Deuine the sound of her enchaunting voice Noe hope of rest wher hope true hope delayes Thongh I dispaire I may not change me choise For hue I well though fortune me dispise To honour her that scornes my enterprise To bandie lookes will ease my thrauled heart With lookes my life shal be at her commanode Yf so much grace to faith she will impart With lookes againe to answere my demaunde And that I may still loue her to my graue With purest faith is all that I doe craue Let Phoebus drawe his shining beam's away Let heauâ—…ns forsake to graunt me any light Let foode me faile let hope my hope delay Let eares not heare let watch-full eies want sight Let sense my sense with furie fell confound Before that faith to fortune false be found Thy eu'r sworne friende and seruant to thy end Hath made a vowe and promise with his soule His fortun 's â—…ight wiâ—… couâ—…age to defend Againâ—… proudest 〈◊〉 â—…his offer dare controle My â—…ch is sure if Forâ—…e grace her swayne And câ—…llors giue her quarrell to maintaine Colours they are of purest Indian die For none but such doth Fortune vse to lend Whose sight may moue the coward neu'r to flie And all his force against his foe to bend Then let sweet soule thy colours be my guide And hap what maye thy doome I will abide Then write thy Censure with thy prettie hand I will obay the sentence of thy minde And graue the same in table faire to stand So that ensuing age the same may finde For monument in goulden letters wrought To whet with sight the accents of my thought POSIE X. My sorrow is ioy SOwre is the sweet that sorrow doth mainetaine Yet sorrow's good that yeildeth mickle ioy True ioy he hath that can from ioy refrayne Which haruest's still the fruites of deepe annoy Yet I enthraulde in blind CVPIDOS sâ—…are With fond conceyte in sorrows ioy I fare Fortun 's my ioy which sorrow still doth yeild Her frowne I count a fauour to my soule Sorrow doth away and ioy hath lost the field Yet fame in minde doth often ioy enroâ—…le But when I thinke for whome I beare this smart It yeilds new ioy vnto my carefull hart POSIE XI An almon for a Parrat DIsdainfull dames that mountaines moue in thought And thinke they may Ioues thunder-bolt controule Who past compare ech oue doe set at naught With spuemish scorn 's that nowe in rethorick roule Yet scorne that will be scorn'd of proude disdaine I scorne to beire the scornes of finest braine Gestures nor lookes of simpring coy conceyts Shall make me moue for stately ladies mocks Then SIRENS cease to trap with your deceyts Least that your barkes meete vnexpected rocks For calmest ebbe may yeild the roughest tide And change of time may change in time your pride Leaue to conuerse if needes you must inuay Let meaner sort feede on their meane entent And soare on still the larke is fled awaye Some one in time will pay what you haue lent Poore hungrie gnatts faile not on wormes to feede When go shaukes misse on hoped pray to speede POSIE XII The authors muse vpon his Conceyte FAire fairest faire if passing faire be faire Let not your deed 's obscure your beauties faire The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder Fayrer then IOVES loue that kill 's with thunder Eu'n to your swayne you seeme prides passing faire That naught desires but fortun 's faire to reape Yf fortune then will driue me to dispaire No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape But that I must and will liue in exile Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile Fayre fierce to faith when fortune bend her browes Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe For vnto rhee I offer all my vowes That may appease the rigor of my paine Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast That câ—…lm's repose may worke content at last POSIE 13 Fides ad fortunam THe goulden Phebus longing ost is seene To pricke his furious stâ—…edes to run in haste To clip and coll faire Thetis louely Queene In pensiue thoughts lest he the time should waste So I make speede thy selfe for to embrace Beinge almost tyr'd in pursuite of the chase For houndes vncoupled range the forrest wide The stance being prun'd I watch the rowsed game And to the marke my shaftes full well I guide The craftie Doo takes on then to be lame But hauing past the daunger of my bowe She limping leaues and hastes away to goe Thus I being surest of my hoped sport Still misse the fairest marke that eu'r was kend Words doe abound of comfort to exhorte But deedes are slowe sure promises to end The hope then left is game to rowse a newe Till deedes supplie and feede my selfe with view Fortune hath sayde and I beleeued that Renewed hope might ease my heart neere spent Despaire in sequell oft my hope doth squat That doubtfull I remaine still discontent Wherefore to faith if faith remaine in thee With faithfull wordes let deedes in one agree FINIS Sonetto 1 REade these my lines the the carrecters of care Sweete Nymph these lynes reade ou'r ou'r againe View in this glasse that glorie doth prepare The depth of worthes which in thee doth remaine Heare I set foorth the garden of thy grace With plentie stor'd of choyse and sweetest flowers Where I for thee abortiue thoughtes embrace When in conceyte hope lodgeth in thy bowers Heare shalt thou finde the Orphans of my hope Shad'wed with vaile eu'n of thy rare defeart Of all my thoughtes here shalt thou finde the scope Which to the worlde thy honour shalt ympart Thus will I say when skies aduaunce thy name Liue HELENS peere eternized thy fame Sonetto 2 FArewell my hope thy hap did thee not steede And thou my hap vnhappie come to mee Farewell my trust which voide wast of all meede And thou heart-sore attend my miserie Farewell my hold which wast to stronge to hold And thou my ruine welcome to my gaine Farewell my life which dead are in my monld And life no life torment my hart with paine Farewell my chiefe that conquerst with thy looke And thraldome I appeale to riûe my heart Farewell my thought thy thougâ—…t she wâ—…ll not brooke Yet thinke I will for that I feele the smart Farewell my choise I lastly doe thee chuse I cannot chuse another to my will Farewell my comfort comfortles o muse And sorrowe weake thy wrath my ioy to spill
Lordlin Tytan lodged in the west And EBON darknes ou'r-swayde the light LATONAS beams decreasing were supprest When silent streames did murmur 〈◊〉 ere delight Then I entrench'd neere to a noble marke With courage bould a speare I tooke in hand To wyn my will fired with honours sparke Or loose my life in my commaunders band My speare I brake vpon my gentle foe Which being perform'd the second I did charge But honours force would not be quailed so The third I tooke my thoughts for to enlarge Then call'd I was for treason armes to take And wisedome would my former charge forsake Sonetto 14 SHould feare pale feare make me forgoe my minde Or legions of monsters make me quaile No no I was not borne of so base kinde As dreadfull sighes would make my heart to faile Yet care commaund that honors my conceyte Made me forsake what my desire embrac'd And loth I was that riualls should repeate My armes should be by humane force vnlac'd Which made me yeilde vnto the tyms restraynt And leaue the charge of that most noble fight Where kindnes more then force could make me faint To shild my fame from fortunes cancred spite Thus I did charge thus I discharg'd my launce And so I rest contented with my chaunce Sonetto 15 AS fond conceyt doth moue the wauering minde Of artlesse sottes that knowe not wisedoms lore Inconstant still to chang with eu'rie winde Whose base desires wants fruites of vertues store So doth the arte and knowledge of the wise Stirre vp his minde in honors foorde to wade With feruent zeale base changlinges to dispise And their weake strength with courage to muade Whose mind being arm'd with true loues strong defence He gyrdes his loynes with bondes of constancie And scornes that ought should alter his pretence Or stayne his name with blot of infamie Thus wisedome is not giuen to manye And but to such for to be constant anye Sonetto 16 NEu'r-resting chariot of the firie god Emboss'd with beames of his eternall light Waytes at her beck when she but shakes her rod Of her commaund who is the heau'ns delight AVRORAs shine doth blush to see her grace Nymphes gather flowers to make her chaplets fine Engendered griefe my hoped fauour deface Loue hates to liue when longing makes it pine Euen so her faire makes longing deere to me HELEN the faire was not so faire as she Sonetto 17 NO care so great nor thoughts so pining seeme Enioving hope to reape the hearts desire Which makes me more your beauties grace esteeme Opprest with heate of PAPHOS holy fier Appoint some place to ease my thrauled minde Not freed yet from thy late luring looke Emove thy time and solace shalt thou finde Let VVLCAN toyle to forge his bayted hooke Eyes glorious glaunce will trayne him to the lure Heau'ns do repine thou shouldst his frownes endure Sonetto 18 NAmelesse the flower that workes my discontent Endlesse the cares for her I doe sustaine Waste is the soyle which shadowes my content Once lende a salue to cure my curelesse paine Ah deere how deere I purchase my delight Not longe when first I view'd thy sweetest fayre Except thy beauty lend my darknes light Long shall that looke my heauie lookes ympayre Esteeme of him that liues to honour thee Hopes true repose shall then be lodg'd in mee Sonetto 19. NO sooner I had thy beautie espied Clâ—… washed from the dreggs of vices stayne But heart to thee with constant loue was tyed And thou perhapps wilt yeilde me but disdayne Yf thou 〈◊〉 not my loue with loue require I shall weare out in paine my dismall dayes But if thy heart once harbour my delight Then shall I liue thy heart to loue and praise Yeilde thy consent to cure my fatall wounde And let desert preuaile to gayne thy grace So secret truth shall eu'r in me abounde Yf we may meete in some conuenient place And then be sure his name I will deface That should be seene to speake in thy disgrace Sonetto 20 CAmpaspe's fayre fresh-paynted forme embrac'd By the rare Father of the paynters art Could yeilde small ioy except that she had grac'd His liuely cuning by her good desart Yet he reioyc'd her counterfeyte to kisse Which she neu'r sawe though he the same profan'd How infinite is then my ioyfull blisse That still enioy the Id'ea of thy hande Thy gloue it is mine onlye comfort left Which thy sweete hande made happie with her touch This is the Idole that my heart infeoft With loues sweete hope which I adore to much That I retayne a monument for thee Though without life life it affordes to me Sonetto 21 SWeete ladie I loue by stelth my loue doth creepe Vnto the depthâ—… of my profounde conceytes Not daring when I wake I dreame a sleepe Thus stealing loue by inward signes entreate Though merrie gale bydes anchor vp to waye And canuas store swells with a puffing blaste Yet feare of storme doth make vs keepe the baye For he is safe that fitts on shoare at laste So loue embrac'd when others presence fear'd Makes sweete proue sower wheÌ„ shadowes substance seemâ—… And Mars himselfe when Vulcans net he tear'd Doth witnes feare doth stolen loue redeeme When sweete repose doth calme the troubled minde Feare of suspect doth leaue his sting behinde Sonetto 22 MY heart enthraul'd eu'n with mine owne desire Makes me to be more then I dare to seeme For ielosie may kindle enuies fire To hazard that which strength cannot redeeme The fayrest rose on statelyest stalke that growes Drawes a delight his odours sweeâ—…e to smell Whose pricke sometime doth sting at later close Which makes suspect the wished sent t' expell Loue priâ—…es my minde to gather fayrest flowers And feare forbids lest garden keeper spie Whose ielosie raâ—…es downe vntimely showers And Argos-like doth loues repose discrie Thus doth thy fayre my secret glaunce detect For ielosie doth dayly breede suspect Sonetto 23 UUHen sweete repose in loues fayre bower doth rest Enchamp'd with vaile of an vnfain'd desire Then carefull thoughtes the fearefull mindes inuest Lest ARGVS should espie the kindled fire For where the dicte of such as may commaunde Forbidds the same which louers must embrace There feare and care together doe demaund Account of thinges which honour may deface So is their ioyes with fearefull passions mixt Which doth encrease the ardencie of loue On the forbidden thinges our eyes are fixt Whose accents still doth loues affections moue Thus stolen loue is eu'r with feare possest 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shadowes glymse oft feares the friendly guest Sonetto 24 THimpatient rage of fretting Ielosie Suspectes the winde that comes from Cupids winges Whose watch preuents the oportunitie Whose louers seeke to cure his noysome stinges Eche looke a feare infuseth to the minde That gauled is with such a base conceyte Which makes them proue to their hearts ioyes vnkinde When louesweete-ones of sorrowe sucke the teate Yf one but speake to doe another right Suspect sayth then of smoke there commeth
fierâ—… His good deserts are houlden in despite And rancor doth his cruell fate conspire So Ielosie still breedeth base suspect Whose fruitelesse feare there owne good name deteâ—…t Sonetto 25 IF Argus with his hundred eyes did watch In vaine when oft loue did his cunning blynde Who doubtes but shee that meanes to make a match For to performe both time and place can finde And to abridge a woman of her will Is to powre oyle in fieâ—… to quench the flame For then far more she is inclined still Though once despisd againe to seeke the same Loue doth commaund and it must be obayde The sacred deitie of the god is much Whose maiestie makes louers oft afrayde That to his shrine with bended knee they crutch This is the cause let women beare no blame Who would not play if they did like the game Sonetto 26 VVHeare true desire in simpathie of minde Hath ioin'd the heartes with APHRODITES delight There louing zeale to swete aspect inclin'd Will finde a time in spite of fortunes might ARGVS forefight whose wake-full heedie eyes Seeke to preuent the wynged Gods commaunde Is all to weake his charmes for to surprise Gainst whose resolue his cuning could not stande Yet if in Delphos sleepie laye the God Authoritie gainst Hundreth eies had fayld But MERCVRIE with his enchaunting rod Brought all a sleepe when Argus Ioue assayld Then since such happâ—… to watching is assign'd Nothinge is harde where willing is the minde Sonetto 27 Daungers altered delayes in loue THe heart inthraul'd with loues â—…ttractiue force Whose hope doth martch with honours equipage When reason doth his true desertes remorse Must take his time his sorrowes to assuage For cheeries ripe will not so long endure But will in time fade wither and decay That which this day could finest witts allure To morrowe CORIDON doth cast away The Iron being hot who list not for to strike Shall sure being colde neu'r forge it to his minde And all those partes moueth loue to like Doe oft in time make loue to proue vnkinde Eu'n so in time daunger attends delaye For time and tide for no mans pleasures staye Sonetto 28 VVAs â—…o watch'd by Argus in the downes What did not then the winged god inchaunt The heardmans â—…yes obaying Iunos forwnes What needes loues crosse so much to make her vaunt The brazen tower could not his valour quaile Who scorn'd that Danaâ—… should liue a maide Loues inward force gainst enuy will preuaile And hap what may his lawes must be obayd What though fayre starre thy glorie is obscur'd And cou'rd with a thicke and foggie cloude Yet Titan when he hath the heau'ns invr'd Will cleere the stormes which fatall frowues did shrowde And though that fate abridgeth our delight Yet time I hope will cleare this cloudie spight Sonetto 29 THe fluent streame whose stealing course being stayed Breakes out vnto a gâ—…eater deluge rage The force of fier with violence delayed Makes all thinges weake his furie to asswage Desire contrould will agrauate desire And fancie crost will fancies force encrease When louing thoughtes will motiue loue inspire Enuies oppose can not their bondes release Thus currents small doe proue the greatest streames Small cinders doe encrease to raging flame The hardest hartes are pearc'd with beauties beames I hide my griefe yet loue discou'rs the same Sweete beautie is the sparke of my desire And sparkes in time may breede a flaming fier Sonetto 30 SWeete beautie in thy face doth still appeere Myne onely ioye and best beloued deere Myne onlye deere and best belou'd content Reuiue my heart and lyinge spirrits spent The onlye agent of my thoughtes delight Embrace my loue and doe not me despight Secure my feares and solace cares content With hopes repast tâ—…â—…auour mine entent The sier will out if fuell doe but want And loue in time will die if it be scant Let then desire yeilde fuell to your minde That loue be not blowen out with euerie winde So shall my heart like Etnas lasting flame Burne with your loue and ioye still in the same Sonetto 31 I Loâ—… inforst by loues vnlouing charmes My loue is pure my loue is chast and true And that I loue the greater is my harmes Yf loue doth purchase hate then loue adiew Why should not loue be recompens'd with loue And true desire obtayne his due desert Yf beautie stirre thee to disdayne to moue When mighty stormes oppresse my troubled hart Knowe then that truth may beauties blaze dismay And loyall hartes scorne periur'd beauties pride Yeilde then in time prolonge not my delay Lest others should your beauties grace deride So shall your worthes eternished remaine And gaine his loue which others pride disdaine To Paris darling UUâ—…re I sheapheard as I am a woodman Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman And yet might I performe to thee that dutie Yf thou wilt add that fauour to thy beautie Nowe that these feastes make other minions frolike Why is my loue my doue so melancholike O but I neere gesse what the cause should be Which to tell tel-tale paper were but follie I le therefore for this time conceale it wholye For that must counsell betwixt thee and mee Twivt thee and me where none may heere nor see Buen matina Sweete at this mourne I chaunced To peepe into che chamber loe I glaunced And sawe white sheetes thy whyter skinne disclosing And soft-sweete cheeke on pyllowe soft reposing Then sayde were I that pillowe Dâ—…ere for thy loue I would not weare the willowe Maddrigall MAdame that nowe I kisse your white handes later Then wild my louing dutie Retayner to thy beautie The water crost my wishe to crosse the water Yet thinke not sweete those gallants helde thee deerer Who for thy beauties then the sunnneshine cleerer Eu'n seas vneu'n haue coasted But thou art wise and know'st it No thy Leander whose hartes firie matter Cannot be quench'd by the deuyding water Will with his oare-like armes quite sheare a sunder The waues that floate him vnder Yf when I shall so trie mee In thy sweete circled armes I may respire mee Rounde-delay Could-st they none other spite me When but once fortune friendly did indite me Thy selfe thou should'st absent mee And all vnkinde vnkinde to more torment me I haue not thus deserued To be with tell-tale Tantalus hunger-starued That hauing store of dishes I could not feede according to my wishes But this he for reuealinge Gods counsell bide and I for yours concealing In this yet doe we varie That desert to his is quite contrary Then ô most kinde and cruell Except thou minde to starue thy beauties fuell For all my loue fayth dutye Let me but pray I pray thee on thy beautie And thou my new-borne dittie Desire her for my second dishe but pittie Maddrigall I Loue iust loue not luste thus constant liue I My â—…yfes deere loue mislikes me Yet her sweete fayre doth like me Yf loue dislikes to like and loue why should I Yf she be coy
POSIE III. The patrones phantasie TOrmented heart in thrall Yea thrall to loue Respecting will Heart-breaking gaine doth grow Euer DOLOBELLA Time so will proue Binding distresse O gem wilt thou allowe This fortune my will Repose-lesse of ease Vnlesse thou Lâ—…DA Ouer-spread my heart Cutting all my ruth dayne Disdaine to cease I yeilde to fate and welcome endles Smart POSIE IIII. The Patrons pauze in ode DImpl's florish beauties grace Fortune smileth in thy face Eye bewrayeth honours flower Loue is norish'd in thy bower In thy bended brow doth lye Zeale imprest with chastitie IOVE's darling deere Opale lippes of corall hue Rarer die then cheries newe Arkes where reason cannot trie Beauties riches which doth lye Entomb'd in that fayrest frame Touch of breath perfumes the same Orubie cleere Ripe ADOn fled VENVS bower Aâ—…ming at thy sweetest flower His ardent loue forst the same Wonted agents of his flame Or be to whose enstamed fier Loue inâ—…l'd him to aspire Hope of our time Oriad's of the hills drawe neere Nayad's come before your peere Flower of nature shining shoes Riper then the falling rose Entermingled with white flower Stayn'd with vermilion's power Nest'ld in our clime The siluer swans sing in poe Silent notes of newe-spronge woe Tuned notes of cares I fing Organ of the muses springe Natures pride inforceth me Eu'n to rue my destinie Starre shew thy might ' Helens beautie is defac'd Io's graces are disgrac'd Reaching not the twentith part Of thy gloases true desart But no maruaile thou alone Eu'n art VENYS paragone Arm'd with delight Iris coulors are to base She would make APELLES gaze Resting by the siluer streame Tossing nature seame by seame Pointing at the Christall skie Arguing her maiestie Loues rampire stronge Hayre of Amber fresh of hue Wau'd with goulden wyers newe Riches of the finest mould Rarest glorie to behould Ympe with natures vertue graft Engines newe for dolors fraught Eu'n there are spronge A Iem fram'd with Diamounds In whose voice true concord sounds Ioy to all that ken thy smile In thee doth vertue fame beguile In whose beautie burneth fier Which disgraceth Queene desier Saunce all compare Loue it selfe being brought to gaze Learnes to treade the louers maze Lying vncou'red in thy looke Left for to â—…nclaspe the Booke Where enroul'd thy fame remaines That IVNOS blush of glory staines Blot out my care Spheare containing all in all Onely fram'd to make men thrall Onix deck d with honours worth On whose beautie bringeth foorth Smiles ou'r-clouded with disdaine Which loyall heart doth paine Voyde of disgrace AVRORA'S blush that decks thy smile Wayting louers to begnile Where curious thoughts built the nest Which neu'r yeildes to louers rest Wasting still the yeilding eye Whilst he doth the beautie spie Rea'd in her face Lampe enric'hd with honours flower Blossome gracing VENVS bower Bearing plumes of feathers white Wherein Turtles doe delighte Sense would seeme to weake to finde Reason's depth in modest minde Yeilding desire Lode-starre of my happie choyse In thee alone I doe reioyce O happie man whose hap is such To be made happie by thy tutch Thy worth and worthynes could mouâ—… The stoutest to incline to loue Enflam'd with fier POSIE V. The dittie to Sospiros THe wound of hart doth cause my fighes to spring And sighes doe oft report my hartie sore This sore of heatt doth woefull tidings bring That loue is lacke and I doe grieue therefore O fighes why doe you rise and take no rest O heart why art thou thus with them possest My heart in selfe it selfe would pine away if that sometimes sighes musicke I shoulde misse This bitter ioy and pleasant paine must staie The greatest griefe in now my greatest blisse The night I grone the day I teare my heart I loue these sighes I triumph in their smart 〈◊〉 When minde and thought are clogged with their carâ—… And that my heart is readie for to breake Then eu'rie sigh doth question how it fares â—…nd heart to them replies that it is weake â—…et afâ—…r sighes the heart is some-what glad â—…s without sower the sweete is neuer had My wish and will for succour doe aspire Vnto the seate of my endeered trust But want and woe ensuing my desire My heart doth quaile and after sigh it must Yet wish I must and well I may delight Though sighes for wants and woes doe me affright These sighes I le entertertaine though they me noy For they doe like the cause from where they rise They bring in post newes of my mynded ioy And as they passe they message me no lies And yet they leaue behinde them such a want That minde and ioy I finde to be but scant O will you neuer cease me sighes to grieue And maye not hope keepe you in calme repose Let me some respite haue hart to relieue Lest that your selues and you fullie lose Sighes doe aspire till they obtaine their will Sighes will not cease they seeke my heart to kill POSIE 6 The patrones Dilemma OF stately stones the Diamound is kinge Whose splendor doth dazell the gazing eye The Onix gloze is â—…yed to honors winge Whose vertu's gouern'd by th' mperiall skie These graces all in thee combin'd remaine For glorie thine their glories still doth staine Shall I not speake of Rubies glorious blaze That blazeth still like blazing star that shoes Or cease to write how men at th Opale gaze Whose beautie shines like perles of dewe on rose These vertues all compar'd with thine are base For nature gaue thee excellent of grace The Topas chast thou doest in kind excell The Hyacinth that strangers loue procures Hath not such force nor can not worke so well As honors beautie still in thee alures Yris sheews not more coulors in her kind Then vertues be with in thy noble mind The windie Histmos shews and bright aspects Comes far behind this faire Angragos worth The Lupinar hath not more chast affects Then glorie of th'vnspotted minde brings foorth My paines encrease thy graces to repeate For cold despaire driues out of hope the heate Yf Saunus fort which doth expell deceate Or Agathes which happie bouldnes yeild's And eke Luperius whose vertues greate Doth glad the minde all which are found in fields Yf these I had to comfort my despaire Hope yet might hope to win weare thy faire POSIE VII The Palmers Dittie vppon his Almes FAvre Dole the flower of beawties glorious shine Whose sweete sweet grace true guerdon doth deserue My Orisons I offer to thy shrine That beauties name in glories state preserue My hap ô haplesse haâ—… that gaue th' applause Thy beautie view'd when trembling hart did pause Were I a King I would resigne my Crowne To gaine the name of Palmers happie kinde I would not craue to liue in high renowne If Dole I had to satisfie my minde Then I for Dole a Palmers name would craue If Palmer might be sure his dole to haue POSIE VIII The Patrones Adiew YF loue deserues the fruit of loues